Headwind of the Red Mansion

Chapter 7

The next morning.

Overnight, the beauty has become a little clearer, she is so lovely, I feel pity.

"If Uncle Qian doesn't come to propose marriage, what should I do?"

Qin Keqing in front of the bronze mirror wore a bright red skirt, and only such a stunning beauty could hold back the bright red.

With the crested hairpin, the green silk is tied up into a fairy bun, the golden steps are pinned between the temples, and the silver necklace hangs down, which sets off the elegance and beauty of the people.

Just frowning slightly, the throbbing heart is full of melancholy and uneasiness, the feelings of a girl are always poetry, and sometimes it is hard to say whether it is love or a kind of youthful whimsy.

If Jia Qiang doesn't come, I really don't know what will be the fate?If you lose your reputation, do you really want to marry Jia Rong?

The creepy dream of Tianxianglou made her avoid Jia Rong like a snake.

"My dear girl, Uncle Qian looks straight at you. As long as he is not blind, he will definitely come to propose marriage!" Rui Zhu explained while looking at Ke Qing who was frowning.

"Maybe he is on the way to propose a marriage right now?!" Baozhu combed her hair and said with a smile.

"Ruizhu, go to the main hall to see, are there any guests?!" Qin Keqing said in a daze.

……

"Girl, someone from Jia's mansion is here, and Uncle Jia Qiang is also here in person, bringing a matchmaker to propose marriage!"

At Sishi, Baozhu ran in excitedly, cheering with a suppressed voice.

Qin Keqing's body was shocked, and the haze in her heart was instantly dispelled by the sunlight.

He hurriedly stood up and was about to go out, but stopped abruptly, straightened his clothes, and said nervously to the second woman, "Help me see if the clothes are decent? Is the hairstyle messed up?"

While speaking, there were tears in his eyes, but his smile was like a flower.

"My dear girl, you can't see my uncle!"

With the sound of uncle, Qin Keqing immediately felt her cheeks burning hot, and her elegant and white gooseneck turned pink, and she gently squeezed Baozhu with her little hand.

"Let's go, let's eavesdrop!" Qin Keqing smiled slyly, and came to the side hall with the two daughters. Several heads crowded together and looked into the hall.

I saw Jia Qiang's head was tied with a jade lin bun, her eyebrows were tied with green jade and her forehead was wiped, and she was simply wearing a brocade robe with milky white cloud patterns. Her body was like a willow, her face was like a sculpture, her eyes were clear and deep, as if Can penetrate the soul.

A Mongolian scimitar was slung around his waist, which added a wild domineering aura.

Qin Keqing looked at Jun Lang obsessively, and felt the little deer in her heart start to gallop and have fun.

Jia Lian, the number one foreign affairs officer in Jia's mansion, came forward to propose marriage, and the scene was lively and lively.

He was originally an exquisite person, and on the scene he was good at dancing with his sleeves, his tongue was full of flowers, and he boasted Jia Qiang so that he did not see the ancients before, and he did not see the newcomers in the future.

"I don't know how my nephew will settle down in the future?!"

Regardless of his family background, military achievements, and appearance, plus his relationship with his daughter, Qin Ye is extremely satisfied with this son-in-law. Apart from the past, he is more concerned about his future plans.

"I wrote a story book, and I just asked Shibo to help me palm my eyes?!"

Jia Qiang took out the manuscripts of the first [-] chapters of "Journey to the West". She originally planned to go to the bookstore to discuss printing and publishing matters after the marriage proposal was over, which happened to open the eyes of this veteran.

With Jia Qiang's self-confidence, even Qin Ye was completely shocked by this book.

After all, a gem-level literary tome? !
Qin Ye picked up the manuscript and glanced at it, and was deeply attracted. He read it several times just at the beginning, and marveled at Jia Qiang's whimsical ideas.

"I really can't believe this was written by a 16-year-old boy, my nephew is free and unconstrained."

Unknowingly, Qin Ye changed his address to "Nephew", sighed lightly, and read:

Chaos is not divided into chaos, and no one sees it.

Since Pangu broke the Harmony, opened up a clear and turbid distinction.

Covering the group of students and admiring benevolence, inventing everything to be good.

If you want to know good luck, you must look at the biography of Shi E on Journey to the West.

"The opening chapter has a grand layout, lofty intentions, and a very high literary background."

"Qin Shibo, thank you! My nephew still has a few books in mind, and I will continue to write them in my spare time!" Jia Qiang climbed up smoothly, without any ideological pressure on the matter of plagiarism.

"What is Qiang'er's ambition? Is this going to write a book?" Qin Ye closed the manuscript, then looked at Jia Rong, "In my opinion, writing a book for Qiang'er may also be a good way out!"

"Writing books is just for Ke'er's entertainment in his spare time. In prosperous times, we should follow literature, and in troubled times, we should follow martial arts. I plan to practice martial arts." Jia Qiang looked calm and calm.

"Oh? Isn't the present a prosperous age?"

Although Qin Ye is cautious, after all, he has been immersed in the officialdom for decades, and he still knows the direction of the court and all kinds of secrets.

"The winters of these years have been extremely cold, and it should be a worldwide cooling disaster!

Global disasters will bring food disasters and a large reduction in livestock production. How can there be no eggs under the cover of the nest?

In recent years, floods and droughts have not been harvested, and rats and thieves have sprung up. They are nothing more than robbing fields and stealing land.

As the so-called autumn insects did not move the cicada prophet.

Inside Dagan, it is a national taboo for the Supreme Emperor and the Emperor to stand side by side.

The interior of the entire trunk is like rotten wood, maintaining the last luxuriant foliage floating on the surface, and the group is intoxicated and dreaming, opening the building to the last carnival.

Once the southern and northern captives faced famine and starved to death, they would inevitably plunder, and war would inevitably break out.

The border countries are like giant beasts, they are opening their fangs, ready to deal a fatal blow to Daqian at any time, and then eat this weak giant beast. "

"???"

Qin Ye, including Jia Lian, looked at Jia Qiang in shock.

"An insight into the world is knowledge, and understanding of human feelings is an article!"

Qin Ye got up and looked at the young man who did not match his age again, "Well... full of sharpness, very similar to Sun Monkey in "Journey to the West", upright, not afraid of power, and not afraid of evil forces.

"If I practice martial arts, I may not be able to save the country. If I am poor, I will take care of myself. I just want to keep my family safe."

Although the words were short, Jia Qiang's penetrating analysis and plain vows exploded in the ears of several people like spring thunder.

I have been working comfortably for a few years, emphasizing literature and suppressing martial arts, but everyone in the court can feel that the rain is coming and the building will collapse.

Among the civil servants, she was surrounded by hypocrites who were vain, vain, and condescending. Although Jia Qiang was not in the court, she went to a high place to analyze the general environment, but she was straightforward and brought a wave of shock to Qin Ye and Jia Lian!
"Nephew, remember that if a tree grows in the forest, the wind will destroy it. When the hurricane passes over the hills, only the grass will remain."

Qin Ye looked at the young man with both civil and military skills in satisfaction, and then he stroked his beard with satisfaction on his face, "Your marriage with Ke'er, old man..."

"master……"

He was interrupted before he finished speaking, and Baozhu rushed over, "Master, my girl asked Uncle Qiang to ask her heart through the wall.

If you ask the right question, you will follow the marriage, if you ask the wrong question, you will not follow it! "

Qin Ye looked at Jia Lian and the matchmaker in astonishment, and the matchmaker nodded with a smile.

This is ancient ah? !People don't follow, can you be willing to meet privately?

"Brother Qiang, let's go. I'll just confirm the wedding date and other details." Jia Lian squeezed her eyes, with an air of winning.

[Qin Keqing's degree of admiration for the host: original 20, +10, +10, +10, now 50]

Jia Qiang laughed inwardly, but Qing clearly fell in love more and more, but she wanted to maintain her last reserve.

……

Baozhu led Jia Qiang to a side room through a corridor.

"Girl, Uncle Qiang is here, start asking questions!" Baozhu said crisply.

"Ke'er, if I get a good answer, can I come out and see you?" Jia Qiang asked in a soft voice before Ke Qing asked.

"Don't call me Ke'er, just call me Miss Qin!" A coquettish voice came from the inner room, like spring water ding-dong, containing a trace of sweetness and coquettishness, refreshing.

"Okay, Ke'er, you can ask!"

Hearing this, Baozhu beside her couldn't help holding a silk handkerchief and covering her face with a small smile.

"Yesterday, what impression did you have when you saw my girl?" Ruizhu Dai Keqing, who was in the house, asked.

"Cough cough..."

Jia Qiang took a deep breath, thought for a while, cleared her throat, and read out thick-skinned lines that falsified the famous poet Pushkin.

"To, Kerr

I recall that wonderful moment,
You've appeared in front of me,
Like a fleeting phantom,

Like a pure and beautiful elf.

I began to be tormented by melancholy, because from then on, Ke’er’s shadow haunted me in my dreams.

Beautiful girl, did you dream of me last night? "

After Jia Qiang finished reading, there was only a "plop" in the inner room.

Where has Qin Keqing heard such bold, straightforward, and somewhat flirtatious love words?What was even more shocking was that the picture of Jia Qiang's dream last night really flashed in my mind, and my whole body went limp, almost falling to the ground.

The little heart couldn't stop beating, as if there was a deer in his heart, and he started to have fun.

[Qin Keqing's degree of admiration for the host: original 50, +5, now 55]

"My girl asked, how do you know that her nickname is Ke'er? Why do you say that you are her true son?" Ruizhu said crisply.

(End of this chapter)