The Red Chamber: Hang Qin Keqing at the start

Chapter 74 [074] Aunt Lin likes me?Flowers bloom two faces, life between Buddha and devil

On the other side, Qingwen looked at Lin Daiyu who was smiling, feeling sour in her heart, as if she had knocked over the jar of vinegar, and secretly complained that Jia Qiang was biased and gave Lin Daiyu such a beautiful golden hairpin.

Jia Baoyu's heart was even more uncomfortable. He regarded Lin Daiyu as his own slave, but he didn't expect that Jia Qiang would rob him of his love and take Lin Daiyu's heart away.

Jia Baoyu turned his back to Lin Daiyu, quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and sat silently on the teacher's chair in the corner, bowing his head, feeling sad.

Lin Daiyu's thoughts were all on the black pearl hairpin, and she didn't notice the changes in the expressions of Qingwen and Jia Baoyu, but smiled at Zijuan:
"Good sister, help me put this golden hairpin on my head."

"Yes!"

Zijuan took the golden hairpin with a smile, helped Lin Daiyu find the most suitable position, and inserted it horizontally into the bun.

Lin Daiyu went to the dressing table and sat down, looking at herself in the bronze mirror with shame and joy.

"Miss Lin, you look so good wearing this hairpin!" Zijuan praised with a smile.

The smile on the corners of Lin Daiyu's eyes and brows became brighter.

With a thought in her heart, her poems suddenly flourished, and she suddenly thought that she could give Jia Qiang a poem in return as a gift!

Thinking of this, she turned her head to look at Qingwen, and said with a smile:

"Sister Qingwen, please drink a cup of tea here for a while, and I will go into the back room to prepare a return gift for you, Second Master Qiang."

After finishing speaking, she ordered Zijuan to serve Jia Baoyu and Qingwen tea, then walked into the back room by herself, and closed the door behind her.

Looking at the closed door, Jia Baoyu's heart was as painful as a knife, and sour as vinegar. Unexpectedly, Qingwen, the maid she gave to Jia Qiang, turned into a woman who passed letters to Jia Qiang and Lin Daiyu, and Hongye teased love. The matchmaker was old, which made Jia Baoyu regretful and full of worries.

After Lin Daiyu went back to the inner room, she took out a rose-colored handkerchief from the box, with hibiscus flowers embroidered by herself at the four corners.

She unfolded her handkerchief, splashed ink, and wrote a poem:

"King of Lanling · Hasty Spring and Dusk:
Xiaofeng lives.

Long water, white clouds and green trees.

The willow wall is short, if there are hidden orioles, and the voiceless voice is separated by the curtain.

The treasure fan can't be waved away.

I can hear people laughing.

The curtains are picked, emerald green with smoke, and the hands are held in order to bathe in the rain of flowers.

Chun Lian thin waist pain.

Drag the silk downstream from the eaves, and fly catkins on the branches.

Swing incense cable deep boudoir fun.

Singing to the nine heavens, the song turns over the white snow, and dances with colorful butterflies around the palace.

Stay in the sunset.

misery.

To whom?
It is a pity that there are residual heroes everywhere, and the courtyard is full of spring evening.

This feeling can only be given in words.

Thousands of miles across the mountains, the border towns are blocked.

Ink title Luanpa, but teach Mandarin characters to accompany orphans. "

After finishing writing, Lin Daiyu dried the ink, folded the handkerchief, stuffed it into an envelope, and sealed it with wax paint, then walked out of the back room, handed the envelope to Qingwen, and said with a smile:

"Sister Qingwen, please help me deliver this letter to Brother Qiang, it's my return gift."

Qingwen gritted her little tiger teeth secretly, took it reluctantly, and forced a smile:
"Okay, I will definitely hand it over to Second Lord Qiang for you."

Jia Baoyu stared straight at the letter, wondering what was inside the envelope?
It's a pity that the envelope was sealed with wax, even if she asked Qingwen to come over in private, she couldn't open it to find out.

"Then what's so good about Jia Qiang? Why does sister Lin have a crush on him?
Is he more handsome than me?Seems to be.

Is he more talented than me?Seems to be.

Is he stronger than me?Seems to be"

so sad!
so sad!
So disappointed!
The baby is suffering, but the baby has nowhere to say
The more Jia Baoyu thought about it, the more annoyed he became, and the more he thought about it, the more depressed he became. He was actually inferior to Jia Qiang in many aspects.

Not to mention that Jia Qiang has martial arts skills, but he can't even bear the hardship of chopping a few sticks. I'm afraid he can't even beat Jiao Da, who is seventy or eighty.

This is really comparing people to people, it's so infuriating!

Jia Baoyu stood up as if sitting on pins and needles, without saying a word, he strode away on his own.

Lin Daiyu thought that Jia Baoyu had suffered from dementia again, so she hurriedly ordered Zijuan:

"Follow up quickly and see if Baoyu has gone crazy again?"

"Eh!"

Zicuckoo responded and hurriedly followed.

Qingwen was unhappy and didn't want to stay here for a long time, so she said with a dry smile, "Miss Lin, I'm going back too, so I'll take my leave."

Lin Daiyu nodded with a smile: "Okay, go slowly, and come here often when you have time."

As Qingwen walked back, she angrily broke the willow branches hanging down the roadside, and lingeringly returned to Luxue Temple, with her mouth pursed, and handed the envelope to Jia Qiang.

After receiving the envelope, Jia Qiang asked in surprise:
"Who is this letter to me?"

Qingwen said listlessly and perfunctorily: "Miss Lin gave it to you, and said it was a return gift for you."

Jia Qiang opened it and saw that there was a folded rose-colored handkerchief inside.

The color of the handkerchief coincided with her own name, Aunt Lin had a heart.

Opening up the handkerchief, Jia Qiang's eyes lit up. It turned out that there was a poem written on the handkerchief.

This poem is full of affection, like complaints and complaints. Although the words are sad and sad, from the lines in the words, you can see the long-term feelings of the writer who is waiting for the words, the girl is in the spring, and the time is sad.

"And, this poem was given to me by Aunt Lin!"

Thinking of this, Jia Qiang suddenly realized something, and took a deep breath.

No way?
No way!
Could it be that Aunt Lin is in love with me?

On the other side, at the gate of Zhao's blacksmith shop.

Wang Xifeng was caught off guard by Zhao Bichi's slap, half of her face was red and swollen, and it was burning hot.

"You! How dare you beat me, you brat?" Wang Xifeng sternly cursed like a mosquito.

She is usually domineering and domineering, with her eyes above her head, how has she ever been wronged like this?

But now, the four servants she brought with her were all beaten with bruised noses and swollen faces, rolling all over the floor, and there was only one Ping'er left beside her. .

Seeing that his own side has fallen into an absolute disadvantage, and the other side has a large number of people, Wang Xifeng judged the situation and did not dare to say too much, so he could only be strong on the outside and curse in a low voice.

However, just as she finished speaking, she suddenly saw a hand suddenly enlarged in her pupils, and even fanned out phantoms.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound.

Wang Xifeng felt the burning pain on the right side of her face, and she was slapped by Zhao Bichi again.

Now, her left and right cheeks are red and swollen, and her whole face is fat, like a braised pig's head.

"You lowly whore, how dare you scold me? Believe it or not, I beat you so hard that even your old lady doesn't know her!"

"Believe me!" Wang Xifeng was frightened by the beating, shrank her neck, and said submissively:

"Brother, it's all my fault. I'll give you an apology. This is 20 taels of silver. Please accept it. It's my compensation for the loss of your store."

As he spoke, Wang Xifeng tremblingly took out 20 taels of silver from his sleeve and handed it to Zhao Bichi.

Zhao Bichi took it over, weighed it, and said with a sneer, "You're smart, get out!"

Wang Xifeng hastily greeted the four servants and Ping'er to get into the carriage, and fled here in despair.

On the way, Ping'er sat next to Wang Xifeng and wiped her red and swollen face with a handkerchief.

"Hiss—it hurts! Don't touch me!" Wang Xifeng bared her teeth and scolded.

"Grandma, is this the end of the matter?" Ping'er frowned and asked.

Wang Xifeng snorted coldly, and roared at the groom at the top of his voice:

"Don't go back to Rongguo Mansion, take me to the Mansion of the Commander-in-Chief of the Five Armies immediately, I'm going to find my uncle Wang Jiedushi!"

(End of this chapter)