Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 117
  Jia Cong grabbed the catkins and said with a smile: "Actually, when I came back on the boat, I had already thought of a poem to write to Qi'er. It is much better than the "Happy Meeting". My sister will love it to the core."

Daiyu was pleasantly surprised. "Happy Meeting" was already wonderful, but much better. What a stunning and beautiful speech it must be. He chuckled softly and said, "How does it compare to the poem you wrote to Sister Bao?"

Jia Cong was so angry that he put his hand on her waist and grabbed her gently: "You should be punished if you ask questions knowingly and with bad intentions."

Daiyu couldn't resist the itch, so she smiled and turned around to avoid it. She pressed Jia Cong's mischievous hand and begged for mercy: "Good brother, I was wrong. Isn't it okay?"

Jia Cong said with a bad smile: "If you are wrong, you should be punished, so I will punish you..." As he spoke, he moved his palm slightly and slid it gently towards the sweet spot on Daiyu's chest.

"Ah! No!" Daiyu was so embarrassed that she pressed Jia Cong's five-finger army and said angrily: "Do you think about these bad things all day long?"

Jia Cong took back his hand and said in awe: "I'm just checking my sister's health. I think she's too thin and needs to eat more. By the way, I'll ask Mr. Ye to check your pulse tomorrow. You've never been in good health. It must be well-conditioned.”

Daiyu shook her head, leaned into Jia Cong's arms and said: "Brother Cong, you know, I have been weak since I was a child, and I have been taking medicine since I was able to eat. To this day, I have asked many doctors to prepare prescriptions and medicines, but none of them work... "

"No, you must ask Mr. Ye to see it. There is no need to discuss it." Jia Cong frowned and said decisively.

Seeing his serious look, Daiyu didn't dare to be stubborn anymore, so she nodded quickly and said, "I just do what you want, so why are you so angry and disgusting?"

Jia Cong said: "How come I don't know about your illness? It's just that all those famous doctors combined are not as good as one finger of Mr. Ye. He can even cure my uncle's serious illness with medicine, let alone your minor ailment? As the saying goes , The mother is strong and the son is fat. Don’t you want to have a fat boy in the future?”

"Oh! You are so stupid, you don't know how to be ashamed." Daiyu was so ashamed that she hurriedly covered Jia Cong's mouth with her hand, for fear that he would say something sarcastic again.

Jia Cong licked the palm of her hand and quickly retracted it, saying: "Zhen'er, you are so smart, you should understand the truth."

Daiyu nodded and said in a voice like a gnat, "I'll just ask Mr. Ye for a pulse diagnosis tomorrow."

"You must also strictly follow the doctor's instructions on diet and medication," Jia Cong said.

"Yes, yes, why don't you just obey me?" Daiyu said softly.

"This is my good wife." Jia Cong kissed her gently on the forehead.

"Shameless, who is your old...wife?" Daiyu was filled with joy, her heart seemed to have melted, and she fell softly into Jia Cong's arms. The initial resentment had long since disappeared.

"Hey, don't be angry now. Come and wipe your tears, let others see it, and accuse me of bullying you." Jia Cong looked at Daiyu's pear blossoms with rain, and reached into his arms to get the handkerchief.

Suddenly I thought something was wrong. There were two handkerchiefs in my arms. If I took them by mistake... my hands suddenly froze in my arms and I didn't dare to take them out.

Daiyu had sharp eyes and a clear mind. Seeing him like this, she still didn't know there was a ghost. She spread her hands and said, "Take it out."

Jia Cong secretly sighed that his wife shouldn't be too shrewd. He smiled bitterly and took out Zhen Yuan's "lost" handkerchief and said, "Miss Third dropped it on the ground and I picked it up."

Daiyu snatched it with her hand and sneered: "Really? Such a coincidence, let me take a look. What a blue bird prospecting map. I send my sorrow to the bright moon... Tsk, look at the good thing you did." Then he threw the handkerchief. On Jia Cong's face.

Jia Cong looked at her on the verge of tears and realized that all his work had been in vain. He hurriedly said, "I told you I picked it up. If you don't believe it, forget it. I'll burn it clean." Then he went to get the candlestick.

Daiyu hurriedly pulled him and said: "Are you a stone-hearted person? After all, my daughter's family cares about her. If you don't show respect and pity, you will be burned. You... if you are burned, I will ignore you again."

Jia Cong said hurriedly: "Aren't I afraid that Qi'er will be sad? I can't bear the third lady's affection. I'm just afraid that you will annoy me. Why don't you keep this veil and put it on me? If someone sees me again, I will be wronged again."

Daiyu said angrily: "You are so smooth-talking, is this how you deceive Sister Bao? I won't accept it from you. You are responsible for whatever you caused. You can hurry up tomorrow and let Sister Bao see it before you applaud her."

Jia Cong suddenly felt that one head was as big as two, so he simply broke the pot and smashed it. Anyway, there were too many lice and it didn't itch. He said: "Actually, there is something I don't know. My sister is well-versed in ancient times and smart, so she must know it."

"What's the matter?" Daiyu asked curiously.

"Before I left, the third lady said something incomprehensible to me. She asked me if the grass would be green next year."

Daiyu sneered and said, "How do you answer?" "I said that the grass is naturally green in spring, and she got annoyed, threw up her sleeves and left." Jia Cong said, with a cute look on his face.

Daiyu laughed so much that she fell down holding her belly and rolled down on the bedclothes.

Jia Cong looked at her angrily, is it funny?

Daiyu laughed for a long time, then straightened up, nodded Jia Cong's forehead, and said with a smile: "What an idiot who doesn't understand the style, and he still imitates other people's hook-ups, not to mention the third lady, even I will be annoyed." died."

Jia Cong was stunned: "Good-looking boy, tell me quickly, what do you mean?"

"Fortunately, you are still a famous romantic talent in Jinling. You don't even know Wang Mojie's "The spring grass will be green next year, whether the kings and grandchildren will return", and you are still writing poems. They asked you whether you will go back next year, but you answered incorrectly. Horses and cows are irrelevant, hahaha... I laughed to death." Daiyu looked like she was gloating about her misfortune.

So that's it. Jia Cong shook his head and laughed: "You know I don't read much and don't remember the poems of the ancients. Is there anything strange about it?"

Daiyu said with a bad smile: "I know, but others don't know. A talented person who can write such wonderful words doesn't know Wang Youcheng? The third lady must think that you are pretending to be stupid on purpose and rejecting her affection."

Jia Cong was stunned and unknowingly offended someone again. Why are the ancient routines so profound? He could only shake his head and sigh: "How can you blame me? If you blame her for speaking in roundabout ways, how can an honest person like me understand these roundabout ways?"

Daiyu smiled and said: "Brother Cong, you are too stupid. How can you directly express your daughter's family's worries to your mouth? Where do you want the third lady to put her face? Hehe, you have greatly offended her. Maybe tomorrow There is still a connecting flight before we get to Jinling."

Jia Cong saw that her big eyes were crooked and she was smiling like a little fox. He said angrily: "You are teasing me again. Are you happy to see me in bad luck?"

Daiyu hooked her arm around his neck, nodded solemnly, and said, "Brother Cong, you looked so naughty just now."

"I made you so stubborn." Jia Cong became angry and decided to strike first.

Daiyu was afraid of being tickled the most. She laughed so much that she fell on the bed and begged for mercy: "Good brother, I don't dare to do it anymore... please spare me this."

"No, I have to teach you a lesson today so that you know what it means for a husband to guide his wife."

"Bah, don't be ashamed, whose husband are you?"

"Humph, you still dare to resist, do you want to surrender?" Jia Cong became more energetic.

"Ah...I...I surrendered, good brother, why don't I surrender? Don't you know how to pity the beauty and cherish the jade?" Daiyu looked at Jia Cong pitifully and begged, using a beauty trick.

"Then if your scream is nice, I'll let you go."

"Good brother..."

"No, don't be distracted."

"Brother Cong..."

"Nothing unusual."

"Cong... Cong Lang..." Daiyu said shyly.

Jia Cong was overjoyed, hugged Daiyu and kissed her hard again before letting her go.

Daiyu looked at the back of Jia Cong leaving triumphantly, and secretly spat, Brother Cong was so annoying, and it was unreasonable to bully others, but she was so happy in her heart, ah! It's really embarrassing.

Thinking of this, Daiyu hurriedly covered her head and face with a thin quilt, for fear that others would see her shy and happy expression at this time.

(End of this chapter)