The Red Chamber: Hang Qin Keqing at the start

Chapter 83 [083] Flowers are fragrant and moons are cloudy
At the same time, in Yinchuan City, Shaanxi Province.

A big man with a square face and a beard came out of Yinchuan Station, carrying an old sack on his shoulder.

He looked dejected and ugly, and turned his head angrily to stare at Yinchuan Station, with a trace of reluctance and unwillingness in his eyes.

At this time, another person came out of the Yinchuan post station, and he asked the big man with a square face:
"Brother Zicheng, what are your plans for the future?"

Li Zicheng said impassionedly:
"In the past, I tried my best to be a cow and a horse for others. I was subdued every day, looked at people's faces, and lived in a wimpy way. I didn't expect that I would be dismissed in the end. But I am not willing to be reduced to poverty, without food and clothing. .

In the future, I want to work hard to be an individual and regain all the dignity I have lost! "

"Okay, brother Zicheng really has ambition, don't forget about wealth and wealth!" The other party gave a thumbs up, but his tone was mixed with teasing and ridicule.

On the other side, in Rongguo Mansion.

Jia Qiang chatted with Wang Lang for a few more words, then led him to the Rose Escort Bureau, introduced him to Liu Xianglian and Bao Yong, then went to the Renyazi Market to hire a swineherd, and then returned to Luxue Temple.

When crossing the bamboo bridge at the entrance of Luxue Temple, Jia Qiang found Qingwen was washing clothes by the river.

Today is the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, and there are a lot of ice balls floating in the river. The water temperature is freezing cold, and Qingwen's little hands are red from the cold, and her whole body is shaking.

When Jia Qiang saw it, she immediately went to the kitchen to boil a pot of hot water, poured it into a wooden bucket, mentioned the river, and said with a smile to Qingwen:
"I have reminded you several times that you must boil hot water to wash clothes in the cold weather. Why are you so forgetful, girl?"

Seeing the steaming bucket, Qingwen felt warm in her heart, and said with a coquettish smile:

"I thought I didn't have many clothes anyway, so I finished washing after I endured it, and I didn't boil hot water. It's so troublesome."

Jia Qiang poured the hot water into the laundry tub, turned the cold water into warm water, and said softly:

"Hurry up and put your hands in warm water to warm them up, isn't it freezing?"

"Thank you, Second Master Qiang." Qingwen knelt down and put her two little red hands into the basin.

Jia Qiang also squatted opposite her, put her hands into the basin, held her hands, and rubbed them back and forth.

"Your hands are so cold, you must wash your clothes with warm water in the future. If your hands are frozen, I will feel distressed."

As soon as these words came out, a sweet current flowed into Qingwen's heart.

"Okay, I'll remember it, I will definitely boil hot water in the future, Second Master Qiang, you are so kind to me." Qing Wenxia's cheeks fluttered, her voice was sweet and glutinous, and her tone was shy.

At this moment, the two squatted facing each other, their faces very close.

Jia Qiang could clearly see Qingwen's slightly trembling eyelashes and charming and clear eyes.

The scent of a girl's body permeated her heart, and Jia Qiang's mind was shaken, and she slowly moved her face towards Qingwen.

The next morning.

Qingwen buried her face in the bed, with a shy and sweet smile on her eyes and brows, but she was embarrassed to get up to meet Jia Qiang.

Jia Qiang yawned contentedly, and instead of waking Qingwen up, she dressed neatly and washed up by herself, and was about to go to Yuanyang Hot Pot Restaurant to check the accounts.

When he just walked out of the small courtyard of Luxue Temple, he saw a little nun walking towards him across the bamboo bridge.

When I got closer, I saw that it was Miaoyu's maid.

"Second Lord Qiang, Ms. Miaoyu asked me to give you a letter." The maid gave a salute and got straight to the point.

"I'm sorry!" Jia Qiang took the letter curiously, opened it, and was stunned.

There are two sheets of snow wave paper stuffed inside.

And on these two pieces of paper, there were actually four poems plus four words!

What is Miaoyu trying to do?
Are you trying to show off her poetry talent to me?

Or are you in love with me, only polite?
After thinking about it for a while, Jia Qiang was more inclined to the latter.

The most difficult thing to bear is the beauty's kindness. Since Miaoyu wrote eight poems for herself with affection, Jia Qiang felt that she should also give her a gift in return.

But what should be given?

Jia Qiang thought for a while, then smiled at the little nun and said:
"You go back to the room with me and sit down for a cup of tea. I will write a poem. Please pass it on to Ms. Miaoyu. It will be my gift in return."

"Okay, then stop bothering me." The little nun nodded with a smile, and entered Luxue Temple with Jia Qiang.

At this time, Qingwen had already woken up, and when she met Jia Qiang's eyes, a blush suddenly appeared on her pretty face like a hibiscus flower.

Jia Qiang smiled warmly and said, "Qingwen, make a cup of tea for the guests, I have to write a poem."

"Oh, good!" Qingwen replied softly, she lowered her eyebrows and narrowed her eyes, embarrassed to look into Jia Qiang's eyes, and shyly turned around to boil water and make tea.

Jia Qiang walked to the desk, unfolded a piece of snow wave paper, splashed ink, and wrote a seven-character long poem:
"The spring embraces the wind
Qingyun, clear water, Xuguangtai, returning birds ride the wind and waves.

Where is Dandan Zhaohua going?

In the spring, the wind and the colors are in full swing, and the land and objects are all over the country.

You and so on, the sun and the moon are all empty and unattainable.

Misty mist rises from mountains and peaks, and floating waves and stone clouds descend horizontally.

Sand gulls and wild swallows chase after the sky, it is different to drink this cup to get drunk.

Green bamboo with six holes in the evening wind, thousands of bitter flowers in the world.

And lead the flute sound into the wine, travel the sea and go to the house in a lonely boat.

The blue and white moon is blue and white, and the time wheel is young and crazy when young.

A flute sings and the road is silent, but who knows if the wind is already sipping.

A purple night rolls up the door, and rotten grass and firefly lamps entice wild souls.

Bend down the rapids with sleeves and listen to the passing water, and look back at the past.

The towers are silent and suspend the green mountains, and the lonely moon stops to drink for a moment.

Take a long step to look up to the sky and the clouds are wide and wide, with a green lapel to understand the Tao and the nature is suitable for ordinary people.

The lost girl first became a fan and Daishu, and in the golden age of the year, she was plain and crisp.

Shumei made her laugh, but Fang Tao and Li Fang kissed her, but she didn't.

The sound of the tide is going back to the old age, leaning over to drink a few cups of Jiaojiao again.

Love is gone, so dreams and laughter are like ice, Xu Yiwu hates this night silently. "

As for why it takes so long to write?

After drying the ink, Jia Qiang rolled up the snow wave paper, handed it to the little nun, and said with a calm smile:

"Please take it back and give it to Ms. Miaoyu!"

"Okay, thank you, Second Master Qiang!" The little nun took it, gave a salute, and left.

When the little nun walked out of the courtyard, Qingwen pursed her lips and asked with some jealousy:
"Second Master Qiang, what did you write in the poem you gave Miaoyu?"

Jia Qiang stretched out her hand, scratched her nose with her fingers, and said with a spoiled smile:

"Why do you still call me Second Master Qiang? Didn't I ask you to call me husband last night? You call me husband, and I'll tell you."

(End of this chapter)