Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 1 Jia Cong is me
  Dawu, Shenjing.

The deep sky is like ink, and the cold moon hangs alone, glowing with misty silver light, shining through the past and present.

The bright moonlight shines on the roof of the rolling shed in the East Road courtyard of Rongguo Mansion, making the snow on the roof shine like jade.

A soft moan came from the room, Jia Cong woke up in a daze, pushed himself up and rubbed his temples, secretly thinking that he would never drink with others again next time, as he was almost hit by a large truck while crossing the road.

Suddenly I heard a faint voice coming from outside the house:

"The imperial doctor said that Mr. Cong will only be alive for a day or two. The eldest master said that if it doesn't work, he will have someone carry it to Tiejian Temple and keep it at home. It will be unlucky to keep it at home during the festival, and he will bury it quietly after he is busy for a while. "

"Don't worry, Mom, I know how to do it."

"Well, please keep an eye on me. I've got a round over there, so I'll leave first."

"Okay, please go slowly, I won't delay your fortune."

"Thank you for your good advice." The man smiled and left.

Jia Cong listened to the voices of two women, old and young, outside the house, and thought to himself that if a person dies, he should be taken to a funeral parlor, so how can he stop in the temple? Suddenly I felt something was wrong, and I was shocked. This bed, bedding, room... wasn't right!
  Jia Cong hurriedly lifted off the quilt and got down to the ground. He picked up the big lamp on the table and shined it around. He couldn't help but feel nervous.

With its carved canopy bed, silk curtains, brocade bedding, blue and white tea sets, paper windows, and green gauze partitions, this is clearly the bedroom of a wealthy family in ancient times. Could it be that someone played a prank and carried himself to an ancient hotel.

"Master Cong, are you awake?" A girl wearing a blue satin waistcoat came in from the outside holding a candlestick.

"伱...Who are you? What the hell are you doing?"

"Master Cong, I am your maid Taohong, don't you remember?" the girl said tremblingly.

"What Mr. Cong? You recognized the wrong person." Jia Cong frowned.

"You are Third Master Cong, Third Master Cong of Rongguo Mansion!" The girl said with a tearful tone. Seeing Jia Cong's demeanor and tone like a stranger, she was also frightened. Third Master Cong was not targeting any evil spirits. .

"Huh? Rongguo Mansion?" Jia Cong was shocked. He suddenly realized that his originally strong and powerful figure had shrunk severely. He opened his eyes wide and stretched out his hand to look at it. The slap was small, white and tender, and it clearly belonged to a child. Hands, where is the iron palm that I have practiced hard since childhood?

Just as he was wondering, a memory that did not belong to him suddenly came out of his mind. Countless knowledge, pictures, characters, and scenes came one after another, which seemed to be overwhelming.

Jia Cong couldn't help but let out a scream, fell down on the edge of the bed, and fell on the bed with his head in his hands.

"Master Cong, what's wrong with you? I'm going to call the imperial doctor." The girl was frightened and hurriedly went out to call someone.

After a long cup of tea, Jia Cong regained his composure and understood the current situation.

He was not nearly hit by a car, but actually killed... and he had traveled through time and space and possessed the body of this young man with the same name and surname in a different time and space.

This parallel time and space is different from the paths of Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing that I am familiar with. After the Tang Dynasty, there was no Song Dynasty, and it was replaced by the Great Zhou Dynasty. More than two hundred years later, the Great Wei Dynasty appeared again, and after that Two or three hundred years ago, this is the current dynasty. Because Taizu Long rose from Jinling, the country was named Wu after the founding of the country. This boy turned out to be Jia Cong, the concubine of Jia She, the eldest master of the Rongguo Mansion. In the book, he was a boy with no appearance, no dialogue, and no description. There were almost no scenes of him in the TV series. Unexpectedly, Twelve Thirteen He was beaten to death by his father when he was just a year old.

Thinking about this, Jia Cong became a little panicked. Although he had lived for more than twenty years, practiced martial arts since childhood, and had a strong will, he would not break down and cry when he suffered a sudden change, but he was still a little crazy.

The fate of this broken ship in the Jia family has been determined. He will never be able to land in a box! After waiting for a long time, I didn't hear a "ding" sound. I cursed God for being unfair for not sending me a time-travel gift package. I suddenly remembered that it was just a matter of not having a golden finger. I wouldn't have lost my original ability, right?
  Thinking of this, Jia Cong hurriedly jumped out of bed, opened the three-body pose, and began to fight with a set of family heirloom Shang's Xingyi. The moonlight illuminated half of the room, and I saw a young man punching like the wind, shaped like a civet cat, rising and falling.

Suddenly he punched out, his sleeves stirred up the air, extinguishing the already shaky light on the table, and the room suddenly went dark.

Jia Cong took a few deep breaths in the darkness, a hint of relief flashed in his eyes. Fortunately, the feeling and consciousness of years of practicing martial arts are still there, but my body is too bad. I am exhausted even after finishing a set of tiger-shaped fists, and my heart is like a drum.

It seems that the basic skills must be practiced from scratch. In time, all the previous skills will be restored, but I don't know if the innate power that I am proud of is still there.

Jia Cong has been extremely strong since he was a child. Coupled with the long-term systematic hard training of Chinese martial arts and the nourishment and refinement of medicinal food and wine, the elders in the family often sighed that if this son had been born in ancient times, he would have been an unparalleled warrior like an overlord or a tiger. When I think about traveling through time, I have to practice from scratch again.

Holding back the dizziness after strenuous exercise, Jia Cong picked up the cold tea from an unknown date on the table and drank a few sips. Jia Cong slowly walked to the bed and sat down, taking a deep breath and thinking about how to break the situation.

According to Jia Cong's understanding of the Red Mansion, Jia She was cold and stupid. Not to mention treating his concubine, even his only legitimate son Jia Lian could easily be beaten if he was not careful. After Jia Lian and Wang Xifeng got married, they escaped from the sea of ​​misery and moved there to live with Jia Zheng and Mrs. Wang and started to take care of the house.

I am the only one left in the East Road Courtyard and Heiyou Gate. If I don't run away, I will follow in the footsteps of the dead ghost Jia Cong sooner or later. The most hateful thing is that I am so weak now that I can't use any martial arts at all. If I want to fight, There is no chance for fish to die or net to break.

Besides, I still have a lot of youth, how can I be willing to fight to the death with a bad old man like Jia She?
  Even if he is not beaten to death, in the small world dominated by Jia She in the East Road Courtyard, there is no hope of changing his fate, and he will inevitably die with the Jia family in the end. Seeing that it had taken so long for him to wake up after being seriously injured, and there was only a girl on watch next to him, one could only imagine his situation in this mansion.

Jia Cong pondered for a long time and suddenly remembered that today seemed to be a special day. He hurriedly went outside to take the almanac to the window and looked at it in the moonlight.

In the sixth year of Xifeng, on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, it is appropriate to offer sacrifices, consecrate and accept gifts, but avoid marrying, planting and burying.

No wonder it was quiet and no one was outside. Today was the Lantern Festival. It seemed that the servants in the mansion were either going shopping to watch the lanterns, or gathering together to eat, drink and gamble.

At this moment, the whole family must be reunited and enjoying themselves in Rongqing Hall.

Jia Cong's eyes lit up, and he suddenly thought of an idea. Although it was a little rough, but with his ability to travel back in time, it was not difficult to fool an elderly feudal old lady. After all, he was no longer Jia Cong, which in itself was the most difficult thing to do. There is no reason for people not to believe in the miraculous things.

I took a mirror and took a look. Although I couldn't see clearly at night, I could vaguely tell that the person in the mirror was about twelve or thirteen years old. He was very handsome, although not necessarily as good as Jia Baoyu, a boy with sharp sideburns and eyebrows. He is handsome in ink paintings, but he can definitely be considered a handsome young man.

Come to think of it, how could Jia She's concubine be ugly? The boy Xiao Mu, Jia Cong is naturally not much different.

Having made up his mind, Jia Cong took the cotton-padded clothes and coat from the bedside, put them on casually, opened the door and walked out. Based on the memory in his mind, he went straight to Rongqing Hall, Jia's mother's residence.

Breathing the fresh cold wind outside the house, Jia Cong was refreshed, "Here I come to the Red Mansion."

(End of this chapter)