Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 112 Skirt Route
  Zhen Ji showed a trace of uncontrollable greed in his eyes and smiled: "Listening to your words is better than ten years of reading. Unexpectedly, I am so far-sighted. Brother Yu has learned a lesson.

However, the master still needs to make up his mind on this matter. Brother Yu just returns the brother's intention to the master exactly. Tonight, a few of us brothers and a few descendants of the Jinling family went to the Qinhuai River to pay their respects to my brother. "

Jia Cong smiled and said, "Then Cong is annoying."

"There is no need to be polite. I am a talented young man in Shenjing. Many people from Jinling have always admired me. Now that I am here, I naturally want to see how the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is different from that of Shenjing." Zhen Ji said with a smile.

Jia Cong nodded in agreement. It was nothing more than drinking flower wine and listening to singing. What kind of entertainment could there be in this era?

He didn't dare to go whore, and it was the second best thing if he broke the law. The key was that he was afraid of contracting a disease that would be difficult to cure. In this era, there was no penicillin or condoms, so he felt too insecure. But thinking about Zhen Ji's level, he won't play low-end, so he can rest assured.

Bah, we are serious people, how can we join in the same trend? Let’s wait and see in a few years, Jia Cong cursed in his heart.

Suddenly a girl came to tell me that the old lady had prepared a meal. She asked the uncle if the conversation was over and invited Mr. Cong to come and have a meal.

Zhen Ji quickly stood up, lowered his hands and replied solemnly: "In reply to the old lady, the grandson has finished talking here. I will send brother Cong in now."

Jia Cong felt a little funny in his heart. Is this the style of everyone? Suddenly I thought of Master Xing's words. Lafayette respected them in his heart, but he kept talking about them all day long. What was his intention? ——
  Liqiantang

The old lady of the Zhen family hugged Zhen Baoyu and said with a smile, "What good poems did you write today?"

The girls laughed and looked at Zhen Yuan.

"Could it be that the third girl came out on top?" Mrs. Zhen said with a smile.

Chu Chan smiled and said: "Although the old lady didn't guess, it's almost the same."

The girls all laughed together again.

Zhen Yuan couldn't hold back her smile, so she hid in the old lady's arms and said coquettishly: "Old lady, they all bully me, you must make the decision for me and teach them a lesson."

Zhen Xiu smiled and said, "It's amazing. Now the third girl has someone writing poems to her. She's getting more and more interested in her. She can't even care about the sisterly relationship."

"Oh, what poem? Was it written by Brother Cong?" Mrs. Zhen said with a smile.

"Back to the old lady, it's the poem Brother Cong wrote for Third Sister. It's in her sleeve." Fourth Miss Zhenxian rushed to say.

"Bah, the fourth girl is talking crazy again. My name was not mentioned in the poem written by Brother Cong. They are just talking nonsense in front of the old lady." Zhen Yuan said angrily, "Old lady, look at them, they insist on slandering people for no reason. Innocent."

Mrs. Zhen also liked poetry when she was young. She stroked her temples and smiled and said, "I heard someone say a good poem written by Brother Cong some time ago. His frog poem was worshiped by the supervisors of Jinling Imperial College. I also read it as it is an excellent poem about praising things and expressing one's ambitions. It is very youthful and impressive. I wonder what other good poems you have written today?"

"Third sister (third girl), why don't you take it out to the old lady for inspection? Why are you hiding it?" All the girls laughed in unison.

Zhen Yuan couldn't resist, so he had to take out the Xue Tao note from his sleeve and presented it to the old lady.

Although the old lady was old, she had sharp ears and eyes, and she did not wear glasses. She spread her arms and chanted softly: "The flowers in the forest faded away in a hurry. The cold rain came in the morning and the wind came in the evening. Rouge and tears, leaving each other drunk, when will it be heavy. Since It’s because life grows and hates water.”

When the ladies heard this for the first time, they all looked at each other with astonishment and approval in their eyes. This brother Cong is really a literary talent. Although there are many talented people in Jinling City nowadays, who can write such a poem?

"Good words, good words! Fresh and refined, with sincere feelings. Although they are love words, they are not at all frivolous and obscene. It can be seen that Brother Cong has a clear mind and deserves to be from a wealthy family. He is not a poor scholar. Whenever he sees it, Such an upright person can't wait to hook her up with a lewd song." Old Mrs. Zhen is obviously a cultural person, and she hit the nail on the head.

"What the old lady said is absolutely true. Brother Cong is very talented in literature." Everyone praised.

"Is Brother Cong really doing it for the third girl?" the old lady said with a smile. She has a different status and has lived in the south of the Yangtze River for a long time. She is obviously much more open-minded than Jia Mu and is not as afraid of the love between young men and women. "That's not the case, old lady, don't listen to their nonsense." Zhen Yuan hurriedly denied it, but a blush on her cheeks betrayed her panic.

Chu Chan said with a smile: "Although Brother Cong didn't say it clearly in reply to the old lady, you can tell by looking at his expression. At the poetry meeting just now, Brother Cong didn't want to do it at all. He made excuses and refused. He had already given up. He didn't know how to deal with it. After the third sister whispered a few words, she suddenly felt inspired to write poetry again, so she took up her pen and filled in the missing words."

The old lady and the other ladies looked at each other, and since that was the case, they were right, and said with a smile: "Brother Cong has a good eye for it. He fell in love with the third girl at a glance."

The eldest lady smiled and nodded. In terms of family background, talent, and age, they seemed to be a good match.

"However, after all, it is a child's play. If it cannot be taken seriously, the matter will be dropped. Kuang doesn't know what Mrs. Shi means. How can our girl be abducted by someone with just one word? Tell her. Wouldn't that make people laugh?

Brother Cong is a good person, but it’s still too early now. Let’s see in a few years. "The old lady smiled, setting the tone for this matter.

Everyone nodded in agreement, but Zhen Yuan buried her head in her grandmother's arms, too embarrassed to raise her head.

"Master Cong is here, please come quickly." The girl opened the curtain at the door.

Everyone looked over, and the eldest lady smiled and said, "Brother Cong, come quickly, we just read your good poems."

ah? Jia Cong didn't expect that all these elders knew about it. He quickly glanced at Zhen Yuan in the old lady's arms, cupped his hands and said, "But it's not a good poem if it is written casually."

The old lady smiled and said, "Brother Cong is so humble. If this poem spreads, I don't know how many girls and young ladies in Jinling City will be worried about you."

Jia Cong didn't understand the words. He pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "Cong has no intention of flirting with women, so he can only express his annoyance to the girls in Jinling and let them worry about nothing."

But she felt a little guilty in her heart, secretly cursing herself for being despicable and cheating on the girl's feelings, but now that she had taken this step, she could only bite the bullet and leave.

Everyone nodded. It seemed that Brother Cong was not used to the romantic nature of playing with flowers and willows.

The eldest wife saw him becoming more and more satisfied and said with a smile, "What did stepbrother say to you just now?"

Jia Cong said hurriedly: "It's just for the matter entrusted by Uncle Lin. Brother Zhen said that he has some concerns about this matter and needs to inform Ming Shibo before making any decision."

The eldest lady shook her head and said with a smile: "Stepbrother is a little too cautious. Now that the family friend has spoken, how can there be no reason not to help?"

The old lady also smiled and said: "My old lady doesn't understand what you are doing outside. I guess my stepbrother must have his reasons for not agreeing at all..."

Jia Cong's face changed slightly. If the old lady didn't agree, then everything would be over. She could only maintain a smile.

Seeing this, Zhen Yuan hurriedly and secretly tugged on the old lady's clothes and looked at her pitifully, her meaning self-evident.

The old lady gently held her hand and squeezed it to show that she understood, and continued: "But brother Cong thinks highly of us. He came all the way. If we come back empty-handed, our faces will not look good." , it’s not a big deal, it’s just a few words, if it doesn’t matter, brother Cong, don’t worry, I will talk to them.”

After saying that, he glanced at Zhen Yuan in his arms, girl, are you satisfied?
  Zhen Yuan hesitated and acted coquettishly, not even daring to look at Jia Cong.

A big stone fell in Jia Cong's heart. Now that the old lady and the eldest lady have spoken, plus the secret conversation between himself and Zhen Ji, I think they are almost inseparable.

Xu Qing's skirt and hairpin route is indeed amazing.

(End of this chapter)