The Red Chamber begins with a bastard

Chapter 331 Qing Qing Zijin
Jia Huan returned to the side hall and sat down. Muye put the food box Baochai had brought to him on the coffee table and then left. Mandarin appeared out of nowhere and stood aside without saying a word, her pretty face slightly tensed, as if she was still unhappy about what just happened.

Jia Huan opened the food box and took out a plate of mille-feuille cake. It was fragrant and still steaming. It was obviously brought here not long after it was heated up. He couldn't help but feel warm in his heart. It was already ugly time now and it was embarrassing. Sister Bao still misses me.

Jia Huan twisted a piece of mille-feuille cake and took a bite. It was sweet and soft, and said, "It tastes very good. Mandarin, you should try it too."

Mandarin turned her pretty face to one side and ignored Jia Huan, like an angry little daughter-in-law. Jia Huan couldn't help but laugh. He picked up the plate, handed it to Mandarin and said, "Try it, it's still hot."

Mandarin turned around stubbornly, gave Jia Huan a slap on the back of the head, and said angrily: "I am a barbarian woman, I don't know etiquette, and I am not worthy of eating other people's food. You can eat it yourself."

Jia Huan suddenly said: "I hope you are still angry about this matter."

Mandarin opened her sapphire eyes wide and said angrily: "I have been racially discriminated against by you, shouldn't I be angry?"

Jia Huan spread his hands: "I don't, never have, you know that."

"But you helped her, not me!" Mandarin looked very aggrieved.

Jia Huan sweated and explained: "I am not helping Ying'er, just out of courtesy. Alas, you don't understand yet. You will understand when you live in Dajin for a long time. Under normal circumstances, you will be polite to outsiders. , you need to be strict with others. This is called being strict with yourself and being lenient with others. I treat you as my own person and restrain you. I don't care about others. Think about it, Ying'er gives me food. Yes, she is a guest, why should I help you scold the guest? This is not the way to treat guests!"

Upon hearing this, Mandarin slowly turned around and said with a hint of understanding: "So you are helping her because she is an outsider and I am one of my own, so you don't help me?"

"Um, it seems...that's it!" Jia Huan felt something was wrong.

Mandarin said with a pretty face: "Then if someone wants to beat me, will you help others beat me? What's the truth?"

Jia Huan almost choked, and said with a wry smile: "That's not the case, you are trying to get the best of you. Alas, it seems that I will have to slowly train you from elementary school in the future. The philosophy of life in our Jin Dynasty is very different from that of you Luoba people. , By the way, do you want to eat? If you don’t, I’ll finish it.”

Jia Huan brought the plate to Mandarin again, and the latter quickly reached out and grabbed a piece. Then he laughed first and hummed: "If you don't eat it, it's free. I'm going to eat it." After saying that, he took a bite. One mouthful.

Jia Huan said with a smile: "Look, a master like me who knows how to take care of his slaves is not only young and handsome, but also full of talent and learning. He is young and promising. It is difficult to find even a lantern. You can just be content."

While eating the snack, Mandarin muttered: "You narcissistic guy, I really can't stand you." After that, she took another piece of pastry, probably because she thought it tasted pretty good.

Jia Huan teased: "You shot really accurately tonight and saved my master's life. I'm going to allow you to be proud of me for once. Have you ever practiced shooting before?"

Mandarin lowered her head and only hummed vaguely. Fortunately, Jia Huan had no intention of asking further questions and just ate snacks silently, as if lost in thought.

Although there are different races, human aesthetics are basically the same. Looking at Jia Huan's handsome and gentle face, Mandarin felt a little lost and thought to herself: "This guy is really good-looking and treats his slaves well." , Otherwise, how could I dare to show off my temper in front of him? If any slave dares to act like this on the continent of Europa, I'm afraid he will be dead."

When Ying'er returned to the Zen room where she was staying, she saw Xue Baochai sitting on the edge of the bed dressed in plain clothes. Her hair was as black as a waterfall. She was dignified and gentle, but there was a hint of worry in her eyebrows at this moment.

It turned out that Xue Baochai was going to bed after washing up, but she heard that Jia Huan had just been assassinated. Although it was said that he was not injured, she was still a little worried, so she sent Ying'er to visit and bring some cakes along the way.

"How are brothers Huan?" Xue Baochai asked hurriedly as soon as he saw Ying'er.

Ying'er chuckled and said, "Master Huan is fine. Nothing happened. Girl, you can sleep peacefully this time."

Xue Baochai was slightly embarrassed: "Brother Huan is the savior of our family. Isn't it right for me to care about him? You are such a talkative person."

Ying'er said with a smile: "Yes, yes, my servant is talking too much. Girl, please go to bed quickly, or it will be dawn."

Xue Baochai lay down with his clothes on. He was obviously very sleepy, but he couldn't fall asleep. His mind was full of the scenes he had experienced today. His heart was ups and downs, and he had a myriad of thoughts. He was sometimes worried and happy, ashamed and sad. He didn't fall asleep until half past midnight. go.

It was almost noon the next day, until the oriole came to call, Xue Baochai staggered and woke up. Her pretty face was as red as a drunken red, and the spring color was as intoxicating as a rain-drenched begonia.

When the maid Ying'er saw it, she was surprised and said: "It's bad. The girl's symptoms have happened again? Take a pill (Lengxiang Pill) quickly."

Xue Baochai straightened her hair and said angrily: "It's just that the weather is hot, so I have to shout in a fuss and startle my mother carefully, and it's already been a while since she didn't go to fetch water to wash me."

Ying'er hurriedly went to fetch water to freshen up Xue Baochai. At this time, the latter's complexion gradually returned to normal, as dignified, elegant, gentle and generous as ever.

Ying'er saw this and smiled and said: "It seems that the girl is not ill, but did she dream last night?" Xue Baochai asked curiously: "What dream did you have?"

Ying'er came close to her ear and whispered two words. Xue Baochai's cheeks suddenly flew away, and she reached out to tear Ying'er's mouth off. While the master and servant were having fun, the maid Wen Xing asked from outside the curtain: "My wife asked the girl if she got up."

Ying'er hurriedly said: "Get up. I'll go over to say hello to my wife in a moment. Can I have breakfast?"

"I've already used it. Third Master Huan is having a chat with my wife. My wife asks the girl to come over quickly." Wen Xing replied.

Ying'er stuck out her tongue and hurriedly washed and dressed Xue Baochai, put her hair into a bun and inserted hairpins. In ancient times, women began to wear hairpins at the age of fifteen, which was called Jiji hairpin, which meant they were ready for marriage. Xue Baochai is sixteen years old, and according to ancient standards, she can leave the court.

After Xue Baochai was dressed, she hurried to Aunt Xue's room next door. As soon as she entered the room, her eyes met Jia Huan's.

"Sister Bao." Jia Huan quickly stood up and saluted with a smile.

Xue Baochai couldn't help but have a slight blush on her cheeks. She was always used to getting up early. Today she slept until noon and didn't get up until noon. It was really unprecedented. She happened to be bumped into by Jia Huan again, so she felt embarrassed. She returned the favor and said softly: "Brother Huan." "

Aunt Xue smiled and said: "I was almost shocked out of my mind yesterday, but I didn't pay attention. In just a few years, Brother Huan is actually taller than your sister Bao."

At this moment, Jia Huan and Xue Baochai are standing face to face, with similar heights. One is tall and handsome, the other is slim; one has red lips and white teeth, one has picturesque eyebrows; one is as gentle as jade, and the other is dignified and elegant, just like a pair of lovers.

When Aunt Xue said this, Jia Huan and Xue Baochai glanced at each other subconsciously, and instantly there seemed to be an electric current flowing through their bodies, and they both blushed in unison.

Aunt Xue seemed to notice that the atmosphere was strange and said hurriedly: "Brother Huan'er, sit down quickly. We haven't seen you for a few years. Let Auntie see how good your breasts are. Baby girl, don't just stand there stupidly."

So the two of them sat down next to Aunt Xue. The latter grabbed Jia Huan's hand affectionately, looked at it carefully for a while, and said with a smile: "Brother Huan has not only grown taller, but he is also more beautiful. They all say that my daughter is taller." After eighteen years of change, so is my brother.”

Even though Jia Huan was not thin-skinned, he felt a little embarrassed at this moment. Xue Baochai saw this and smiled and said, "If mother wants to recognize her as her son, just say so. Brother Huan will be happy to call you mother."

Aunt Xue laughed and scolded: "I'm asking for a beating, and I'm making fun of your mother."

Jia Huan smiled and said: "In Huan'er's mind, my aunt is just like my biological mother. Whether she recognizes her godmother or not is secondary."

Aunt Xue was so happy that she closed her mouth when she heard this: "Look at Brother Huan, his mouth is so sweet."

Xue Baochai glanced at Jia Huan, and his face felt inexplicably feverish.

After that, everyone chatted for a while, and Xue Pan broke in from the outside. When he saw Jia Huan, he enthusiastically sat next to him and said, "Brother Huan, I was just looking for you, but you are actually here. By the way, I vaguely heard that you were assassinated last night, and it was Uncle Feng's servant who did it. What happened? "

Xue Baochai was shocked when she heard this and looked at Jia Huan worriedly. Although she heard that Jia Huan was assassinated last night, she didn't know that it was Feng Ziying's servant who did it.

Jia Huan didn't want Xue Baochai and Aunt Xue to worry, so he hurriedly said: "Brother Pan, where did you hear the rumor? It's nothing, just two thieves who broke in unexpectedly. By the way, does Brother Pan have something to do with me?"

Xue Pan was just hearing about it, but after hearing the words, he lost interest and said happily: "Of course there is something going on, but it's not convenient to talk about it for the time being. I'll tell you in detail later. Hehe, it's a good thing anyway."

Aunt Xue knew her son's temperament very well, and after hearing this, she warned: "Pan'er, don't pester Brother Huan about some random things. Brother Huan is busy with official duties and has a lot of serious things to do."

Xue Pan rolled his eyes and said, "What are you saying, mother? Can't my son do something serious?"

Jia Huan didn't believe that Xue Dashou could do anything serious because of his urinary nature, so he said: "Although Kang Dayong, the leader of the thieves, has been executed, the whereabouts of the other leader, Li Hongji, are still unknown. For safety reasons, I plan to send my aunt to him first." You go into the city."

When Aunt Xue heard this, she immediately said with fear: "It turns out that there is still a thief leader who has not been caught. It's better to rush back to the city."

Xue Pan was obviously frightened by the experience of escaping from death. He temporarily forgot about asking Jia Huan for the foreign maid Mandarin and hurried back to his room to pack up.

In the afternoon, the Xue family returned to Jinling City under the escort of "Jia Huan" himself.

(End of this chapter)