Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 110
  Zhen Baoyu looked at Jia Cong and her sisters teasing, feeling displeased in her heart, as if her beloved thing had been robbed, so she frowned and said: "Brother Cong doesn't know how to do it, so don't force others to make things difficult for us. Let's do our own thing, don't do it." It’s going to take some time.”

Seeing that he was a little annoyed, everyone stopped joking and sat down to meditate.

Chu Chan hurriedly ordered the girl to light a stick of incense and said, "It's limited to one stick of incense. If you can't do it, you will be punished." She smiled and looked at Jia Cong.

Jia Cong had no choice but to return to his original position and sit down, while a girl came over to grind the ink and spread the paper. He was ready to accept the punishment. He didn't need to think about it. He would definitely not be able to do it. He could only sit there bored and look around.

Seeing several sisters-in-law sitting nearby, not composing poems, he leaned over and whispered, "Why don't sisters-in-law write poems?"

Chu Chan pursed her lips and smiled and said: "We are the heads of the meeting. We only comment on the quality of the poems, choose the top two, and provide money to arrange the banquet, but we don't have to write poems."

Jia Cong said with a bitter face: "Then I can't do it, what should I do? Sister-in-law, please be generous and let me go."

"If we spare you, they will definitely not obey. They will say that I messed up the rules and it will be difficult to convince the public in the future. I think you should think about it quickly and just make a song regardless of good or bad." Zhen Weizhi, the second master of the second room. The wife smiled.

Jia Cong laughed twice and kept silent. He had no training in classical poetry. Although he had memorized a few poems in his stomach, he couldn't even tell the difference between up and down and how to write poetry.

After going through the back door to no avail, Jia Cong simply lay down on his back, bored out of his mind, just holding his head up and looking at the pretty side face of his neighbor Zhen Yuan, looking like a scumbag.

Zhen Yuan was very quick in thinking. After burning less than a third of the incense, he made the same steps, corrected a few words, and started copying.

Suddenly feeling Jia Cong's gaze, he couldn't help but turn his head and roll his eyes at him, and said in a low voice: "Write a few words anyway, just to see what I do. If you hand in a blank paper, you will be fined double, don't say it." Not prepared."

Jia Cong smiled and said: "Third sister is prettier than the peonies all over the yard. What am I looking at if I don't look at third sister?"

Zhen Yuan blushed and spat: "You are so glib and talk so disrespectfully to your sisters at home?"

Jia Cong shook his head and sighed softly: "Don't be upset, third sister. I'll be leaving in two days. I don't know when I can see my sister again, so I want to see her a few more times and take her away in my heart. Although peony is beautiful, the sacred capital is exhausted. There are many, but there is only one sister in the world."

Zhen Yuan had never heard of such explicit words of love before. She was so embarrassed that her ears turned red. She said in a low voice: "Brother Cong, if you continue to speak these village dialects, you are disrespectful. I will ignore you."

Jia Cong smiled bitterly, sighed, and said, "Okay, sister asked me to write poetry. I just thought of one. Let me first declare that I can only write love poems. Does sister want to read it?"

Zhen Yuan's heart was like a deer. She was very curious about what kind of love poems Jia Cong could write, but she was also afraid of being laughed at. She pondered for a moment and said softly: "What do you like to write have to do with me? If it is a good poem, let's review and appreciate it together." If it is clumsy, it will be embarrassing."

Jia Cong smiled and said, "Sister Zi Zi has the final say." After saying this, without thinking, he picked up the pen and wrote with one swipe.

At this time, the incense had been burned, and Chu Chan asked everyone to hand in their papers.

Jia Cong took the paper and said with a smile: "I made a nonsense poem. There is no need to restrict the rhyme, so I won't show my shame. I am willing to be the loser and accept the punishment."

"No, since I've written it, I naturally have to criticize it. How can I keep it private? You all have a public opinion." How could Zhen Baoyu let go of this opportunity to overwhelm Jia Cong.

Everyone even claimed it was.

Zhen Xian had a lively temperament. She hurriedly walked up and pulled the paper out of Jia Cong's hand. She glanced at it and let out a soft cry of surprise. She looked up at Jia Cong and then at Zhen Yuan, thinking about what the two of them had just said. The way they were whispering was indeed a ghost.

Yin blushed and threw the poem note to Zhen Yuan and said with a smile: "This poem needs to be reviewed by the third sister."

Everyone's curiosity aroused and they hurriedly urged Zhen Yuan to come.

Zhen Yuan glanced briefly, and his eyes suddenly lit up, showing a hint of shame. He wanted to put it in his sleeves, but felt that it was too revealing and could not withstand the urging of everyone, so he could only whisper softly:
  "Happy meeting
  The flowers in the forest withered in spring, too hastily. Helplessly, the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening.

Rouge tears, stay drunk with each other, when will it be heavy.Naturally, people grow up and hate water and grow east. "

After reading, everyone fell silent. They were already immersed in the profound artistic conception of the wonderful words. They didn't expect Brother Cong to have such literary talent. Zhen Baoyu opened her mouth, sighing in her heart that if I had to write such a good word, I would live ten years shorter.

Chu Chan thought about it for a while, glanced at Zhen Yuan, and said with a smile: "Brother Cong, you are from a noble family, you are handsome and capable, you are appreciated by your superiors at a young age, you have taken advantage of all the good things in the world, what else is there to hate in life?" ?”

Jia Cong sighed: "It wasn't there before I came, but it was there after I came." He smiled secretly in his heart, he could be late for the hanging, but he would never be absent. The words of the dignified Empress Li are still not enough to calm you girls.

Everyone laughed, but they couldn't understand what he meant, and they all looked at Zhen Yuan.

Zhen Yuan was ashamed and said angrily: "You are not good people. Brother Cong wrote a good poem. Why do you only think of me? I didn't write it."

Zhen Xiu hugged her and smiled: "You didn't write it, it's more powerful than what you wrote."

Everyone laughed again, but Zhen Baoyu had a look of despair. How could such a good poem be written by such a rough man?
  Chu Chan saw that Zhen Yuan was worried, so she quickly changed the topic and said, "There are rules at the Poetry Association. Although Brother Cong's poem is good, he chanted flowers but did not use the right rhyme. He should be punished."

Everyone nodded and looked at Jia Cong with evil intentions.

Jia Cong surrendered: "Cong just accepts the punishment. I don't know what the punishment is?"

The second lady, Zhen Chuo, smiled and said, "I see that brother Cong has a sword hanging on his waist. Your Majesty also gave him the name Zilong. He is obviously proficient in martial arts. Why don't you dance swordsmanship with us?"

Everyone smiled and nodded. In the past, we watched a lot of dramas, juggling, and storytelling, but sword dances were rare.

Jia Cong tried his best to create a charming character who was both civilized and martial, wild and uninhibited. He smiled and said: "Second sister, this is not a sword, but a knife."

As he spoke, he slowly pulled out the sword and said with a smile: "This sword is a family heirloom, and its name is Qingluan. Since all the sisters and sisters-in-law want to see it, I will boldly show off my shame."

After saying that, he walked out of the hall and stood among the peonies. He took a deep breath, his expression condensed, his face was as calm as an ancient well, and suddenly he shouted loudly, and the Qingluan in his palm burst out with thousands of rays of light, like a big ball of light, covering the surrounding area. One foot of land.

I saw Jia Cong walking with the sword, his body shape was like electricity, retreating freely, criss-crossing among the flowers, the sword force was continuous, like the Yangtze River surging with his advance and retreat, making the sound of biting wind in the air, all viewers were amazed. , no wonder he even killed the tiger, brother Cong was indeed born with martial arts.

Jia Cong became excited, and the blade of the knife suddenly passed through several flower bushes. He picked up more than a dozen bright red and huge peony flowers into the sky. The force of the knife suddenly changed, and they were as dense as a curtain and airtight. He looked at the sky and stirred it up. , only a few soft sounds were heard, and when the flowers and the knife net touched, they all exploded in the air, and countless crushed petals scattered in all directions, as if there was a rain of flowers.

With a soft click, Jia Cong quickly put the sword into its sheath, stood in the rain of flowers, and smiled at everyone, feeling that this act of coolness was perfect.

"Okay!" Everyone clapped excitedly, and the lively Zhen Xian even jumped over and pulled Jia Cong's sleeves, asking him to teach him martial arts.

Jia Cong spread his hands and said, "Why would the fourth sister learn this? Look at how many calluses I have on my hands. Do you want this too?"

Zhen Xian looked at Jia Cong's hands. Her love for beauty still outweighed her desire to learn. She ran away with a smile and whispered in Zhen Yuan's ear: "Third sister, Brother Cong is so kind to me." It’s rare to see a son from Wu’s family.”

Zhen Yuan bit her lip and whispered: "What does it have to do with me, you damn girl."

Only Zhen Baoyu looked at the residual red on the ground and sighed: "Just use the sword, why bother ruining these flowers."

The girls frowned slightly, knowing that Baoyu had such a personality, and they were afraid that Jia Cong would misunderstand that he was stingy and get angry, so they were waiting to explain.

But he heard Jia Cong patting Zhen Baoyu on the shoulder and laughing: "There is a poem by the predecessors: The human face does not know where to go, the peach blossoms still laugh at the spring breeze. At this time next year, the peony will still be brilliant, but Cong does not know where he is. Baoyu at this moment It’s me who should be grateful.”

Everyone nodded slightly and breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts. It was lucky that Mrs. Shi could send Jia Cong, a concubine, to visit him. Brother Cong was really extraordinary.

Zhen Yuan looked at Jia Cong gently. The usually calm lake in his heart had been rippled by a burst of wonderful words and the red rain in the sky, making him unable to calm down for a long time.

(End of this chapter)