The Concubine Wushuang of Red Mansion

Chapter 7 See you again someday
Everyone onlookers felt angry, and many wanted to rush forward to stop them, but reason told them that this was a public matter, not a small household matter in the streets, and it was not something they could control. Once they got involved, it might be... Disaster of destruction.

These people could only get angry and wave their fists in the air, but no one dared to really stop them, even to say a fair word to help.

But for Jia Cong, this was enough. As long as he said the words "expelled from the Jia family" when he couldn't bear it anymore, it would be worth it for him to kneel down and get beaten today!
However, when Jia Zheng heard the words "Expelled from the Jia family", he felt that something was wrong. Before he had time to think, he saw someone pushing aside the crowd and standing out with a black fox fur cloak in his arms. .

"Master Jia, please calm down first, my master has something to say!"

Jia She raised the whip in the air and did not dare to drop it!

Someone dared to intervene in his housework, which proved that this person had an extraordinary background. What's more, he also saw the azure river silk and black fox fur cloak. No matter the color, fabric, or fur, it was not something that someone with money could wear. .

This was beyond Jia Cong's expectation. This person was clearly coming for him.

Jia Cong stood up from the ground, holding his cloak in his hands as if holding an imperial edict, showing respect in his behavior.

"Third Young Master, my master asked, just now you said that you asked the question casually and you answered immediately, do you mean it?"

"A gentleman's promise is worth a thousand pieces of gold. How can there be any jokes about this kind of thing?" Jia Cong's eyes were bright. He did not expect that there would be noble people involved in this matter. According to his plan, Jia She was beaten up. He shouted After saying "expelled from the Jia family", the farce in front of the door can be stopped, and the battlefield should be moved to the backyard.

Today, no matter what, the Jia family will come forward to ask a doctor to treat his aunt and give her medicine. While her aunt is recuperating, he can also plan some things. When the opportunity comes again in the future, he will have enough confidence to leave the Jia family.

As for the Jia family's idea of ​​treating their aunt, it would be a good idea for him to help anyone he wants in the future, and he can repay today's favor.

"Very good!" said the steward, "Then let me take advantage of this heavy snow, this snow, and the scenery and scenery in the snow. You can choose any of them and write one or two sentences or five or seven character poems. It doesn't matter whether it is good or bad, but it can Made in an instant, this cloak belongs to the young master."

To put it bluntly, the manager still didn't believe it. He didn't mean to embarrass himself about what kind of good poems a seven-year-old child could write.

This cloak, no matter in the past life or in this life, is not cheap!
Although Jia Cong has never worn fur, he has never eaten pork and has seen pigs walking.

"If I get this cloak, can I sell it?"

The steward was stunned for a moment. Is there anyone willing to sell this cloak?Does anyone dare to buy it?
But seeing that the child was very thin and couldn't even fill his stomach with what he asked for just now, he nodded, "Since you gave it to the young master, you should do whatever he wants!"

"Okay!" Jia Cong was overjoyed. If he got this cloak, he could sell it and buy medicine for his mother, and he wouldn't have to owe Jia's family any favors.

When the steward saw that the child didn't say anything, he grabbed the cloak. He quickly took it into his arms and said with a smile, "Master, please speak first!"

Jia Cong laughed loudly, with tears still hanging on his cheeks. His thin jacket rustled in the cold wind, but the smile on his face was like the sun after snow, and his black pupils were clear and shining.

The white snow that covered the sky and the earth only became his foil.

Jia Cong could not compose poetry, but he had memorized many poems in his previous life.

To him, a poem praising snow is easier than drinking herbal tea.

However, when he was proud, he did not forget the principle that arrogance leads to failure. Naturally, he would not recite those poems that were too amazing and brilliant, but chose the simplest one.

He saw in front of him an early-blooming wintersweet sticking out of the corner of the wall. It was very suitable for the scene, so he said, "There are several plum blossoms in the corner. Ling Han is blooming alone. I know it's not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance coming!"

His eyes were full of longing!Many people followed his gaze and saw a few early plum blossoms not far away. There was indeed a faint fragrance in the air.

The stewards of the palace are also very human.

He saw the plum blossoms, appreciated the poems, and understood the principle of using plum blossoms to represent people. The plum blossoms bloom alone in the cold weather, which symbolizes noble character, and the subtle fragrance indicates talent.

A seven-year-old child has such ambitions and pursuits that even the steward, who is over fifty years old and has seen countless people, has never seen before.

"What a talent! What a ambition!"

The steward held the cloak with both hands and handed it to Jia Cong with some respect. After Jia Cong took it, he straightened up. Before leaving, he took a deep look at Jia She and Jia Zheng. Although he said nothing, But the sarcasm in it was beyond words.

Jia Zheng's face felt like a slap in the face, and there was a burning pain, but Jia She ignored it and raised the whip and whipped Jia Cong again, "You son of a bitch, you bastard, I'll be beaten to death if you don't." you!"

Jia Zheng hurriedly stopped him, but he was too hasty. He stepped down and slid down to the ground. Fortunately, the two hands and feet of the concierge were quick to hold him up, so he didn't fall.

When Lai Da saw this, he knew he couldn't fight anymore, so he rushed forward and hugged Jia She's arm, "Master, I am young and ignorant. For the sake of our ancestors, please spare me this one! "

Jia She paused for a moment, then saw the man who looked like he was in charge and was dressed more elegantly than an ordinary official. He stopped and looked over. His eyes were sharp. His whole body trembled. He woke up. His back was already covered with layers of blood. Cold sweat.

Who is this person?

Jia Zheng came over and said, "Brother, it's freezing. Go in first! Train your child in front of the hall. Even if the child is ignorant, he doesn't have to be out in the snow. He won't freeze his body."

Jia She threw the riding crop to the ground, and no matter how unwilling he was, he had to stop at this time. He was tired from the past half day, and his body was exhausted from the wine and sex. He just felt depressed and dizzy. He raised his feet. Go toward the door.

Jia Cong saluted Jia Zheng, turned around and wanted to follow him, but was stopped by Jia Zheng.

"Cong'er, what's the name of the poem about the plum trees in the corner?" Jia Zheng's eyes changed when he looked at Jia Cong, with a hint of inquiry in his softness.

"Just "Plum Blossom"!" Jia Conghun doesn't care. He has already stolen the limelight today. Liang Jian's Shuangyan, Yongmei, and filial piety are all feathers for him. After today, they will follow him. Beg for your life, get beaten, and spread the word.

Under the patriarchal ritual system, he may not be able to bear the consequences of leaving the clan, but where can he draw a clear line?

You can try it again someday!
The carriage of Prince Zhongshun turned out from Cross Street and passed through Tianshui Lane. In front of him was Prince Zhongshun's Palace.

Princess Xianning was leaning on the warm carriage. She had already been tied with a fragrant-colored four-in-one Ruyi cloud-phoenix woven gold brocade and green fox fur cloak, which made her delicate face look even more radiant.

She held a piece of incense paper in her hand, with the poem "Plum Blossom" written just now on it. She savored it carefully and asked, "Xia Jin, you are talking about Jia Cong, can I be the accompaniment to read it?"

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