Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 11 What is his ambition?
  Back in the room, Jia Cong thought over his plan for making money at night. Currently, he only has two things on his body that he can use to get some money out of Sister Bao. One is my body, hehehe; the other is himself. Full of "talent and learning". In comparison, the second one is more reliable. After all, the obsession of these young ladies of wealthy aristocrats with poems and articles is unimaginable to ordinary people.

However, you still need to think carefully about which poems to sell to them. The poems that you still remember in your stomach are almost all famous works that can be handed down from generation to generation. If you randomly complete the poem "When Will the Bright Moon Come", it will be shocking enough, but the previous I can't explain the song "Butterfly Loves Flowers" clearly. Isn't this self-inflicted? Could it be that Duke Xianrong composed another song for you? Now that I am still a fledgling, it would be harmful and useless for the diorama to be exposed.

If you choose an ordinary poem, it won't be enough to impress them. Moreover, poetry writing in this era pays attention to the time, the situation, the person, the event, and the system. Maybe it also requires limited rhyme. If you limit the rhyme, you will be doomed. Even if there is no restriction on rhyme, it is not easy to make a poem that suits one's identity and the situation at that time.

Suddenly, I thought of a small poem written by the author when he was a teenager. Although the words are simple, the artistic conception is not small, and it is enough to calm everyone.

Immediately, I put my worries aside, found a hemp rope, ran to the yard and jumped on the rope, which attracted all the girls to watch curiously, and they all whispered, wondering what the third master Cong was up to.

Seeing the crowd watching, Jia Cong also got excited and wanted to show off. He jumped on a rope and jumped like a tiger, "Wang Xiang lies on the fish", "Carp jumps up", "Kite turns over", "Plucks onions on dry land", "Dry tree roots" and "Green dragon leaps" All kinds of fancy moves are at your fingertips, attracting bursts of applause.

After dancing for more than half an hour, I was dripping with sweat before I stopped. Seeing Ping'er watching from the side, he smiled and said, "Sister Ping'er, you can dance when you have free time. It's good for your health. This is the method taught to me by my grandpa."

Ping'er smiled and said, "I won't jump. You see you are sweating profusely. Go and wash up. The bath water is ready."

Jia Cong nodded and said with a smile: "Thank you sister Ping'er for taking the trouble. I don't know how much Yin Gong the second brother Lian accumulated in his previous life. It's so enviable to have a person like you in this life."

Ping'er blushed, then looked around, and said sternly: "What are you talking about? Why don't you go quickly." After saying that, he turned around and walked in.

Jia Cong was secretly annoyed that he had spoken so rudely and had offended her, but he had no choice but to shake his head and go back to the room to wash up.

Qingwen wanted to come over and help him wash, but he repeatedly waved her hand and refused.

"Sister Qingwen, I'm still young now, so I can just wash it by myself. When I grow up in two years, you can send me to wash it again, okay?"

Qingwen was a real person and asked curiously: "Why didn't you wash it when you were young, but you can wash it when you are older?" As soon as the words came out, she realized the deep meaning of Jia Cong's words, and she blushed and spat, "Dirty bastard! "

Jia Cong said loudly to the door: "Sister Qingwen, if you don't want to help me wash her, I will do the same for you in two years." Occasionally teasing and flirting with pretty girls is also a great pleasure in life.

"Bah, if you don't learn well at a young age, you are still a master, and you already know how to bully us and become your servants."

Jia Cong laughed, and the elders in his family had warned him since he was a child that when you are young, your blood is not stable, and you should be wary of sex. This is the most important thing for martial arts practitioners. The so-called twenty-eight beauties have a body that looks like a piece of cake, and a sword at their waists to kill ordinary people. Although there are no dead heads, secretly the bones of the emperor are withered.

He has enough patience to grow up.

After washing up, Jia Cong changed his clothes, wearing a moon-white jacquard semi-old suede satin jacket, a green-gold mink fur fringe jacket, pine-colored brocade-edged elastic ink cotton damask trousers, and thick-soled black satin gold silk clouds. Tattoo shoes. Because Jia Cong didn't like braids, Qingwen tied up his hair and put it on with a red hairpin and a gold-plated silver hair crown.

Looking in the mirror, I can see that he is such a handsome young man, he is indeed a man who relies on gold. These clothes were all brought from Donglu Courtyard, and Jia's mother gave some more. Although they are not as good as Jia Baoyu's specifications, they are still good. There is no difference between concubines and concubines.

Seeing Qingwen looking at him up and down behind him in the mirror, Jia Cong couldn't help but teased: "Do you think I am no worse than Baoyu?"

"Bah, Second Master Bao is not as nasty and disrespectful as you." Qingwen said with a red face.

Jia Cong laughed and looked at Lixiangyuan.

Rikain

Jia Baoyu, Lin Daiyu, Tanchun and others had already arrived. They looked at the paper Jia Huan brought back and looked at each other. Is this written by Brother Cong? This, Brother Cong is just a dream, why is it like this? Is there really such a thing as a night of enlightenment?
  Baochai's eyes glowed with brilliance and he whispered softly: "In ancient times, the so-called heroic men must have the integrity to surpass others, and they cannot tolerate human feelings. When a common man sees humiliation, he draws his sword and stands up to fight. This is not courageous." There are great brave men in the world who are not surprised when they are attacked without any reason, and are not angry when they are attacked for no reason. The person they hold hostage is very big, and their ambition is far-reaching."

The few words slowly spat out from Baochai Tan's mouth were so shocking that everyone was speechless for a long time. Only Jia Huan was mindlessly feeding melon seeds to the toad.

"Is this really written by Brother Cong?" Tan Chun asked. "That's natural. There were more than a dozen written on his desk, all with these words. I picked one at random." Jia Huan said.

Xue Baochai slowly went through Jia Cong's words and deeds in the Rongqing Hall in his mind, and thought to himself that he should be able to "not be surprised when something happens suddenly, and not get angry when something happens without reason", but he didn't know who he was holding hostage. Things, where is their ambition?

Suddenly I remembered the way he looked at me that night, and I couldn't help but blush. No matter what his ambitions were, he was undoubtedly a pervert.

"It's really an aphorism. Does Sister Bao know the origin of these sentences?" Lin Daiyu was also impressed by these sentences. She didn't believe that Brother Cong could write them, but she didn't know the source. It is reasonable to say that this kind of shocking This sentence must be widely circulated, and there is no reason that she does not know.

Xue Baochai's extensive knowledge and strong memory were admired by everyone. If she didn't know it, it must have been Brother Cong's doing.

Baochai shook his head and said: "I am ignorant and have never seen these words. I think it must be what Brother Cong thought of himself."

Everyone nodded, and suddenly saw Jia Cong walking in with Ying'er, and hurriedly stood up to greet him.

"Hello, sisters." Jia Cong greeted Jia Cong and said to Jia Baoyu, "Baoyu, you look good today."

Jia Baoyu smiled dryly and returned the gift.

Jia Cong saw everyone's expressions were different and looked at Jia Huan.

Jia Huan grinned and pointed at the paper in Baochai's hand.

Baochai was embarrassed and hurriedly put the paper in his sleeve, but Jia Cong's sharp eyes saw what seemed to be something he had scribbled in the afternoon. Knowing that it was Jia Huan's handwriting again, he couldn't help but turn around and glare at him.

He knew the beauty of these sentences, so he smiled and said: "Written a few random sentences, it is difficult to be elegant and make the sisters laugh."

"Brother Cong, how can you write such a good sentence? Is there anything more?" Tan Chun sighed.

Jia Cong was most afraid of this. He only remembered these few sentences and could only laugh dryly and said: "I just did it casually because of a feeling. There is no follow-up. The third sister has always been handsome and handsome. If you don't want to be a man, you can continue it for me."

Tan Chun hurriedly waved his hands and said: "Brother Cong is too flattering to me. I don't dare to follow the dog's tail and ruin this excellent sentence. But I think Sister Bao and Feng Yatou can give it a try. They were the most emotional just now. .”

Lin Daiyu blushed and said angrily: "You are the one who is sighing. This is obviously a man's writing, how can I continue it? Sister Bao is the most knowledgeable. Maybe she can write a few lines of daughter's sentences to make up a few sentences. Yes, it’s unknown.”

Everyone laughed, and Jia Cong was a little embarrassed and touched his nose, but he happily accepted being forced into a CP by Sister He and Bao.

Baochai's pink face turned red, but she still didn't look as heavy and dignified as usual. She stretched out her hand to scratch Daiyu's waist and said in her mouth: "Damn girl, I told you to behave badly. If you don't let me go now, You. Tell me, do you still dare?"

"I don't dare anymore. Sister Bao, please spare me this time." Daiyu smiled and begged for mercy again and again, and Baochai just let her go bitterly.

The beauties were playing around, so beautiful that Jia Cong and Jia Baoyu feasted their eyes on it.

At this time, Aunt Xue walked in and said with a smile: "Brother Cong is here. Come and sit down quickly. The dishes will be cold later. I have to go talk to the old lady. I won't accompany you today. You all have fun." But the only thing is, don’t get drunk after eating.”

Everyone agreed one after another, gave way to each other, and went to the flower hall to sit down.

(End of this chapter)