Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 142 Xiangyun sends poems
  Lin Ruhai nodded and said: "Brother Cong, you are very smart and understand the truth. I am very happy. My uncle only wants to say one word to you. If you send this salt lesson, you will be the one who is in the heart of the emperor. You will be the key to the rise and fall of the Jia family." As for you, don’t act recklessly in the future, and put your own safety first in everything.”

"Uncle, don't worry, Cong will remember his teachings."

Lin Ruhai smiled and patted his shoulder and said, "Maybe it will be fun for you and me to have this delicious feast together someday."

"This is what Cong Zhi wishes."

The two laughed.
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  Three days later, when the Yanyuan was finished with the harvesting frenzy, Jia Cong packed up two large boats, one of which was specially used to carry the gifts. Taking Daiyu with her, she went to say goodbye to Lin Ruhai.

"Brother Cong, I'm in good health. Don't worry. Just go back and say hello to the old lady, the eldest gentleman, the master and the ladies for me." Lin Ruhai smiled and suddenly asked: "Bring it to the two houses in Beijing and China." Have you sorted out your gifts?"

"Let me tell you, everything has been arranged and loaded on the ship." Lin Nan bowed hurriedly.

"Dad, my daughter doesn't want to leave you." Daiyu hugged Lin Ruhai's arm and cried.

"Silly girl, my father is busy with official duties all day long, so I don't have time to accompany you. Let you go to Beijing, firstly, to fulfill your filial piety in front of the old lady on behalf of your father, and secondly, because your mother died young and suffered under the knees of the old lady and the two other ladies. No matter how you teach me, you may not be happy if I force you to stay in Yangzhou." Lin Ruhai looked at Jia Cong with a smile.

"Dad! You're teasing me, I'm ignoring you." Daiyu was so ashamed that she stamped her feet and threw herself into Liushuang's arms to hide her.

Everyone smiled.

"Yu'er, Mr. Ye told you not to be sad or miserable. If you don't feel comfortable living in Rong Mansion, you can move out to your mother's dowry house. You don't have to accommodate others or wrong yourself. If you have anything to write to me, my father will tell you. I'll make the decision for you. Your Aunt Shuang and Lin Zhong will follow you here, so you can feel more at ease as a father." Lin Ruhai warned.

Daiyu's eyes were filled with tears, and she deeply felt that her father's love was more important than the mountains. She threw herself into Lin Ruhai's arms again and cried: "Don't worry, daddy, my daughter will take care of herself."

"Okay, don't cry, you will hurt your body carefully." Lin Ruhai patted her on the shoulder, looked at Jia Cong and said: "As for the matter between you two, I will write to the old lady to make the decision, so that the eldest man and the eldest lady will not interfere. , it’s extraneous. But for the sake of Bao Ya’s face, it’s not appropriate to make it public now. Let’s talk about it in a few years when you are older.”

Jia Cong secretly sighed, Lin Ruhai had been in the officialdom for many years and had considered all aspects of the problem.

"Dad, Brother Cong and the eldest man are on the same level. If the eldest man insists not to allow it, the old lady may not take the decision." It involved a life-long event, and facing a loving father, Daiyu had to hold back her shame and said, "It's just that The voice became lower and lower, almost inaudible.

Lin Ruhai smiled and said: "Silly girl, what is the value of this little thing? Now that dad is still alive, he has done some small service to the court. If someone blocks it, and dad writes a letter to Beijing, how can the leader of the new party in the DPRK sit back and watch? He will definitely be called Yu. As long as your heart is satisfied."

"Daddy, you hate it. I won't talk to you anymore." Daiyu was so embarrassed that she hid behind Liushuang again, holding on to the hair hanging down around her neck.

Lin Ruhai laughed and said: "It's getting late, you can set off. Yu'er doesn't have to be sentimental, the day when my father returns to Beijing is not far away, and you and I will meet again by then."

Daiyu was in a better mood, and Yingying bowed down to say goodbye.

Jia Cong cupped his hands and said, "Then Cong will say goodbye. Uncle, remember the doctor's instructions, take medicine and rest on time, and don't overwork yourself."

Lin Ruhai smiled and said: "Don't worry, Shuiyue and Lin Nan will take care of it, and everything will be fine. Besides, the dinner you mentioned hasn't been served yet, how can uncle be full first?"

"That's true!" The two laughed.

"Let's go." Jia Cong turned around and left, and everyone hurriedly followed him.
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  Shenjing City

Rongguofu, Lixiangyuan

Since reading "Meeting Happily" written by Jia Cong to Zhen Yuan, Baochai has been depressed. She only said that she was not feeling well and was bored in the house all day. She did not go around the house to meet people. Instead, she worried Aunt Xue and Xue Pan. It was so good that she didn't say anything when asked, so she could only comfort her with kind words.

Fortunately, Baochai was born with great dignity. Although she was unhappy in her heart, she did not feel sorry for herself or cry.

"Sister Bao, you didn't tell me to look at me when I came. It's in vain that I think about you with all the good things."

Suddenly I heard a charming and innocent voice, a man wearing a gilt hairpin inlaid with jeweled phoenix butterflies and a small red gold unicorn hanging on his chest. He was wearing a fiery red embroidered shirt and skirt with bucket patterns and pink Sichuan embroidered green plum shoes. The girl walked in with a smile, like a red cloud, floating directly into Baochai's room.

Baochai quickly stood up and followed her, saying, "Yun'er, when did you come?" "I just arrived. I heard that Sister Bao is not feeling well. What are you writing?"

Shi Xiangyun picked up the paper on the desk with a smile and saw an old poem - A beauty rolls up a bead curtain and sits deeply with frowning eyebrows. But seeing wet tears, I don’t know who I hate.

Baochai hurriedly snatched it over, folded it in half, and stuffed it into the book. His face was slightly red and he said, "But I have nothing to do on weekdays to practice calligraphy. I haven't written for a long time, and my handwriting has become rough. It's really hard to see people. Sister Yun, don't Laughing."

Shi Xiangyun was selfless in his heart, but he didn't know that this was Baochai's plan to hide things from the outside world. He said honestly: "Sister Bao is too modest. I see that your words are evenly balanced, elegant and beautiful. If you don't look at the girl, there is no roughness." .”

Baochai smiled and said, "That's because you are complimenting me. My handwriting is ugly and I don't know it myself? Why are you looking for me today?"

Shi Xiangyun smiled and said: "Of course it's a good thing. I just heard from the steward's wife who came back from work in Jiangnan yesterday. I thought you might not know it, so I sent it to my door today. How can you thank me?"

"us?"

"Of course it's you, brother Ai, sister Ai, third sister, and fourth sister." Shi Xiangyun said with a sweet smile.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Baochai asked suspiciously.

"I've already sent someone to ask them. When everyone is gathered together, let's talk together, hehe."

After a while, Baoyu and others all arrived, and the sisters were naturally happy to see each other.

After saying hello, Baoyu smiled and said: "Sister Yun suddenly summoned us to come together, but is there anything new and naughty?"

Xiangyun smiled and said: "They say you are people who love poetry, but you don't know that two good poems have been published in your house now."

Baoyu said with some embarrassment: "What Sister Yun is talking about comes from the south of Qian'er. Brother Cong's "Happy Meeting: The Forest Flowers Wither the Spring Red" is only one song, not two."

All three springs nodded in agreement.

Mentioning this poem, Baochai's face darkened slightly again.

When Tanchun saw this, his heart moved, and he hurriedly talked to Yingchun and Xichun, asking them to speak more carefully.

Shi Xiangyun smiled and said: "Brother Ai, you are too ignorant. I have known this poem for a long time. I am talking about the other two poems. Don't you know?"

"It was also written by Brother Cong?" Baoyu couldn't believe it. Did Jia Cong steal Wen Quxing's talent? Is there another good poem in the blink of an eye?

He knew that Shi Xiangyun was proficient in writing and calligraphy, so since she said it was good, it must be good.

Shi Xiangyun nodded and said, "In the past when I came to the mansion, I never heard that Brother Cong had such an amazing poetic talent. How could he suddenly become a great poet comparable to Li Du? It's so strange."

"Brother Cong received enlightenment from a dream entrusted to him by his late father-in-law, and his spiritual apertures were greatly opened. He is naturally different from ordinary people." Tan Chun said with a smile.

Shi Xiangyun said: "That's it. No wonder he can write such a good poem."

"Girl Yun, why don't you tell me some poems? Do you want to scare people to death?" Tan Chun said.

Baochai said nothing, wanting to know but also afraid of knowing. She was really deceived by Jia Cong's poems.

"Oh, oh." Xiangyun hurriedly took out two pieces of paper from his sleeves and said with a smile: "This song "Dian Crimson Lips" was improvised by Brother Cong and Sister Lin when they visited the Slender West Lake. How do you think it is written? .”

Tan Chun hurriedly took it, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he read: "Drunk in the boat, the flow of letters leads to the depths of the flowers. The worldly fate is mixed, and there is no plan to live among the flowers. The smoke and water are vast, and the sun sets thousands of miles away. The mountains are countless, and they are red. Like rain. Don’t remember the time and the way you came.”

(End of this chapter)