The Red Chamber: Hang Qin Keqing at the start

Chapter 66 [066] If you want to be clean He Zengjie, the sky may not be empty, too high a person will be more jealous, and a clean world will be the same
At the same time, in the Cui Temple.

Miao Yuku was sitting on the futon in front of the Bodhisattva statue, twirling Buddhist beads with one hand, and tapping the wooden fish with the other, her petal-like red lips fluttered and trembled, reciting Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.

I don't know if it was because the weather was too cold or because she was restless, she gradually couldn't maintain the cross-legged posture, so she just sat with her knees hugged, put her legs together, and rubbed her hands around her shoulders back and forth, trying to keep warm drive away the cold.

The warm and fragrant breath spewed out from between her lips and teeth, turning into wisps of white air, followed by faint sighs of anger and joy.

At this time the night was deep, the maid and the mother had already fallen asleep next door, and in the empty and cold Buddhist hall, only Miaoyu was alone, which made her feel even more cold and lonely.

Gradually, Miaoyu breathed out like blue, her eyes were slightly closed, and her eyes became hazy, with soft and charming feelings flowing in the swaying eyes.

She raised her right hand, raised her orchid finger, and rubbed her index finger up her throat to her chin.

When the fingertips touched her lips, it was as if countless fireworks were blooming in her mind, and an indescribable wonderful feeling flooded her whole body, making her eyelashes tremble, her whole body trembled, her cheeks were slightly drunk, and her heart trembled. shake.

She suddenly let out a muffled snort, and lay softly on the futon. She didn't know how long it took before she woke up in a daze. There was still unsatisfactory joy in her mind, just like a drunk, but after sobering up, There is still the fragrance of wine lingering in my bosom, which is endless aftertaste, as if I am in a fairyland.

Feeling the intoxicating aftertaste, Miaoyu was restless and unable to fall asleep. She felt as if she had trekked in the vast desert for a long, long time. She was exhausted, her mouth was dry, and she longed for the nourishment of rain and dew.

She simply put on an extra white fox fur cloak, then took out a broom from behind the door, walked out of the Buddhist hall, and went to sweep the snow in the yard.

The courtyard of Changcui Temple is located on the hillside, from which you can overlook most of Rongguo Mansion.

When Miaoyu's gaze fell on Luxue Temple not far away, Jia Qiang's voice and smile suddenly appeared in her mind.

Suddenly, there seemed to be an invisible hand tugging at Miaoyu's heartstrings, causing her to be fascinated and dizzy.

Waves of unspeakable desires surged up and down in her heart lake like waves, and she felt as if a feather was flicking back and forth in her throat, numb and itchy.

She felt as if grass had grown in her heart, and she couldn't restrain herself from wanting to let out a frantic howl.

I don't know if it was because the weather was too cold, but her legs began to tremble slightly, and even her lips and eyelashes trembled slightly.

Unknowingly, the snowflakes that fell on the brocade cotton skirt gradually melted, soaking the thick fabric.

But Miaoyu didn't feel cold at all, instead, she was inexplicably hot.

In the sky full of snow, under the crescent moon and stars, Miaoyu couldn't bear the torment of the burning heart anymore, and let out bursts of soft moaning and whistling that seemed like anger, joy, resentment and complaint.

At the same time, in order to relieve the frantic desire in her heart, she waved the broom, opened and closed in the snow, and wrote a poem:

"Lonely Night Accompanied by Buddha Chanting
Who knows that infatuation is better than affection,
The soft intestines are broken and unbearable to hear.

The face is not old before the heart is old,
Sit alone until the light is bright.

Waiting for the rain in the empty gate,
My heart is looking for a husband in the world.

Where does the cloud and rain meet?
Ren Jun picks and kills the soul.

"

She wanted to continue writing, but found that the poems she came up with later became more and more wicked and deviant, so she simply erased all the words and sentences written earlier.

At this moment, a young man wearing a golden brocade turban and a brocade padded jacket of the same color was walking down a mountain road.

This person's name is Jia Qin, and he is the distant grandson of Jia's grass-roots generation.

He has been living in Ningguo Mansion, and tonight he has invited many girls from Rongguo Mansion to have a tryst on the mountain.

But for some reason, many girls didn't come tonight, so Jia Qin had no choice but to go down the mountain alone in a depressed mood.

When he was walking down the mountain road, he inadvertently glanced at the Quicui Nunnery halfway up the mountain.

Looking down from his perspective, there is a graceful girl sweeping snow in the yard.

Jia Qin had heard before that there lived a charming monk and nun named Miaoyu in Quicui Nunnery.

He reckoned that this beautiful lady sweeping snow should be Miaoyu.

Jia Qin is a gambler, greedy and shameless.

At this moment, an evil fire suddenly surged in his heart, and his eyes wished to fly over immediately and stick to the opponent's body.

His cheeks were hot, and he was burning with passion, like a wolf frantically hungry, rushing quickly towards the Changcui Temple, intending to climb over the wall and enter the courtyard, push mountains and jade, and rub powder balls.

On the other side, Zijuan listened to Lin Daiyu's ridicule, smiled shyly and said:

"Miss, don't make fun of me. I'm just a humble maid. How could Second Master Bao have a crush on me?"

Although she said so, in fact, Zijuan really wanted to marry Jia Baoyu, so she often matched Lin Daiyu and Jia Baoyu.

As long as Lin Daiyu marries Jia Baoyu, then Zijuan can become a roommate, and may be taken into Jia Baoyu's house and become a concubine.

In this way, Zijuan can completely change his destiny and upgrade from a lowly status as a slave to a noble master.

Lin Daiyu stretched out her index finger, poked her forehead lightly, tilted her head and said with a teasing smile:

"Why is your little face red? It seems that you still have feelings for Baoyu. When I see him, I'll help you test his feelings for you, how about it?"

Zijuan was shy and embarrassed, lowered her eyebrows, but there was an unconcealable smile on the corners of her eyes and brows.

She didn't have the nerve to answer, but just pursed her lips and nodded.

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

Qin Keqing suspected that someone was peeping outside the door, so she immediately asked Baozhu to go out to check.

Baozhu was a little scared, but she didn't dare to disobey Qin Keqing's orders, so she picked up a mop as a self-defense weapon, and opened the door anxiously.

But the corridor outside the door was empty, not even a single person.

"Miss, there is no one outside." Baozhu turned her head and told Qin Keqing.

"Could it be that I read it wrong?" Qin Keqing muttered to herself, wondering and wondering.

At this moment, a shy and girlish little gentleman with delicate features, pink face and vermilion lips, ran behind a big tree panting, leaned his back against the trunk, and murmured in shock:
"It's really dangerous. I was almost caught by my sister."

In fact, he is the one who spied on Qin Keqing just now.

His name is Qin Zhong, and he is Qin Keqing's younger brother.

At this moment, after seeing his sister's peerless appearance, Qin Zhong felt an evil fire in his heart that he had nowhere to vent.

Suddenly, he remembered seeing a little nun in Shuiyue nunnery, named Zhizhi'er, who looked charming and charming, with a special charm.

"Then I'll go find her to vent my anger!"

Having made up his mind, Qin Zhong immediately rushed to Shuiyue Nunnery.

At the same time, on a street in Shenjing City.

Zhang Juzheng walked slowly towards Jia Qiang in a sedan chair carried by 32 people.

Jia Qiang secretly sighed, this sedan chair is about [-] square meters, it is ridiculously big, like a house being carried and moved.

Even the emperor's imperial chariot is not as big as this sedan chair.

After a while, the sedan chair was carried to Jia Qiang, and then carefully placed on the ground. A hoarse old male voice came out from the sedan chair:
"Who are you guys? How dare you confront swords here, it's simply despising the law of the Ming Dynasty!"

(End of this chapter)