Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 143
  "Good words, good words!" Everyone clapped their hands and praised.

Even if Baoyu is a bit dissatisfied, he has to admit that Jia Cong's lyrics are extremely good, and he still has this kind of grace. I thought to myself, in the future I will go to the lake with Sister Lin and write a poem.

Only Baochai kept repeating in her heart, the fate of the world is wrong, the fate of the world is wrong, brother Cong and Jiu Yatou... didn't dare to think about it anymore, took a deep breath and shook his head, as if to drive some thoughts out of his mind.

"Why, does Sister Bao feel bad?" Shi Xiangyun asked hurriedly when he saw Baochai shaking his head.

Baochai forced a smile and said: "Of course this word is very good. I think it will be very pleasant for Brother Cong and Qi'er to go swimming in the lake."

Baoyu said unfairly: "Brother Cong is too indifferent. He was clearly asked to go back and serve his uncle, but he took his sister to go sightseeing. How ignorant."

"Brother Ai, it's the first time you say someone is ignorant." Xiangyun said with a smile, "But you are wrong to blame Brother Cong. I heard that he found a miracle doctor and Lin Yanyuan has already recovered. Otherwise, How can Sister Lin have the time to play with him?"

"So Sister Lin is coming back?" Jia Baoyu automatically filtered out important information and asked.

"It should be soon." Xiangyun tilted his head and thought for a while.

"It must be so, it must be so." Baoyu hammered his fist on his palm, and his brows were filled with joy.

Xiangyun snickered and said, "Brother Ai, if you heard another poem, you might not be so happy."

"What word?" everyone asked curiously.

Xiangyun sighed: "The meaning of the poem just now is subtle and euphemistic, so that's fine. But anyone can read this poem. Only Brother Ai can't read it. He will be very angry after reading it. I didn't expect Brother Cong to be so capable." He is so talented that people don’t know what to say.”

She often comes to stay in the mansion, so she naturally knows that Baoyu treats Daiyu differently than other sisters.

Baochai's mind was delicate, and he guessed it in a second. His heart suddenly hurt, and he said softly: "But Brother Cong wrote it to Qi'er?" His voice couldn't help but tremble.

Xiangyun glanced at her strangely, nodded, and said, "Sister Bao, how are you doing?"

Baochai forced a smile and said, "I'm fine, just read it."

"Yes, read it quickly. I think it's such a big word that it can make me angry to death!" Baoyu was unconvinced, and when he heard that Lin Daiyu was involved, he urged him repeatedly.

Tanchun already felt that something was wrong, but it was difficult to hint to Shi Xiangyun, so he could only listen silently, looking forward to Jia Cong's words in his heart.

Shi Xiangyun couldn't put it down, holding the paper and admiring it, and then recited in a manly voice: ""Magpie Bridge Immortal·Chinese Valentine's Day Night Tour in Slender West Lake Presented to Bian'er" - The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is far away in darkness. Gold As soon as Feng Yulu meets, she will win over countless people in the world. Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and they can't bear to look at the Magpie Bridge on their way back. If the love lasts for a long time, how can they be together day and night."

As expected, everyone seemed to have been cast into a body-fixing technique. They remained silent and motionless, but they all had different feelings in their hearts.

Sanchun was only intoxicated by the beauty of the artistic conception in the poem and marveled at Jia Cong's genius. Tanchun thought more and looked at Baoyu and Baochai with some worry.

Her handsome face, which was as beautiful as spring flowers, alternated between red and white, and she murmured to herself, if the two feelings lasted for a long time, how could they last day and night, two feelings, two feelings... The tears seemed to have lost their master, and rolled down. , I couldn't bear it, as if a knife had been stabbed in my heart, and with a "wow" sound, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Baoyu!" Everyone hurriedly rushed to help him, asking what was going on. They wanted to go back to Jia Mu to call the imperial doctor.

Only Baochai seemed to be missing, sitting there blankly, as if his soul had left his body and wandered into the sky.

Jia Baoyu shook his head and said: "Don't be busy, it's irrelevant. It's just that the anxiety attacks the heart and the blood doesn't return to the menstrual flow." His voice was sad and lonely, as if all thoughts had been lost.

"Brother Ai, this is just random writing by Brother Cong, how can it be accurate?" Shi Xiangyun, Tan Chun and others hurriedly comforted.

When Baoyu heard this, he came back to his senses and felt a little relieved. He thought to himself, so what if Brother Cong's literary talent is ten thousand times better than mine? In terms of sincerity towards Sister Lin, who in the world can be better than me? How could I wrongly blame my sister just because he wrote a random poem? Isn't this too stupid?

A wry smile appeared on Baochai's lips. Only a fool like Baoyu would think that Brother Cong was filling in random words. How can Brother Cong be comparable to what he was back then? Such a good love poem, not to mention the girl involved, even if others hear it, they will feel affection out of thin air. Moreover, it was written on Chinese Valentine's Day, so its meaning is even deeper.

Brother Cong, you are a cruel and short-lived person, are you greedy for sex and lust, or are you in love with someone else?
  "Sister Bao, are you okay?" Xiangyun finally comforted Baoyu. Seeing that Baochai was sitting there blankly, looking as sad as Baoyu, he hurriedly asked. Baochai didn't want to say anything, just shook his head.

Tanchun hurriedly pulled Xiangyun's sleeves and winked at her, and Xiangyun came to his senses.

"It's all my fault. I wanted to make you happy with my good words, but I didn't want it to backfire. That's all. I burned these two words and no one is allowed to mention them in the future." Xiangyun stamped her feet.

Everyone was busy trying to dissuade him.

"What a shame, Brother Cong. What does poetry have to do with it?" Baoyu said with a bitter smile.

Baochai also nodded, expressing his anger with poetry was really boring.

"Sister Bao!" Suddenly I heard Jia Huan's voice from outside the door, and saw him running in with a white face and a small long box in his hands.

"What are you doing running around like a runaway horse? You are getting bolder and bolder. You come to Sister Bao's place to cause trouble and you won't go down." Tan Chun said angrily. Seeing that the situation was not easy to deal with, Jia Huan even came to make trouble.

Jia Huan didn't expect there to be so many people, so he just stood aside and secretly cursed his bad luck.

Baochai waved his hand, stopped Tanchun, and said, "Brother Huan, something is wrong."

Seeing that Baochai's expression was not as amiable as usual, Jia Huan felt a thump in her heart. Seeing that there was still blood on the ground, she hurriedly asked, "Sister Baochai, what's going on?"

Everyone was silent.

"It's nothing. It's just that I just listened to two good poems and got excited and vomited blood. You are not allowed to go out and talk nonsense." Baoyu said.

Jia Huan hurriedly nodded in agreement, and when he saw Xiang Yun holding the piece of paper, he secretly thought that it was too bad, the third brother's letter came a step too late, but at least he could make up for it.

"I just received a letter from Third Brother, asking me to give this to Sister Bao." Jia Huan handed the wooden box to Baochai.

Everyone was curious and came over to take a look.

Baochai opened the box gently, and everyone couldn't help but exclaimed. They saw a white jade beauty lying quietly in the brocade box. It was crystal clear and flawless in the sun. It was obviously the top-grade mutton-fat white jade.

Baochai gently took it out and held it in his hand for a closer look. He saw that this beauty was wearing a gauze skirt as thin as cicada wings. The texture of the clothes was visible. Her face was like a full moon, her eyes were like apricots, her skin was plump and moist, and her figure was graceful and charming. , which is actually 70-80% similar to myself.

There was also a piece of paper in the box. Baochai picked it up and looked at it. On it was Jia Cong's handwriting: Does Sister Bao look like you? There was also a smiley face drawn on the back.

Everyone laughed: "I wonder where Brother Cong found this white jade beauty. She is almost exactly the same as Sister Bao. It is really rare."

Baochai gritted his teeth, wanted to make me happy with a jade beauty? Bah, Cong'er, I won't ask you until you come back.

Tan Chun thought for a while, looked at Jia Huan and said, "Huan'er, brother Cong didn't come back with any letter?"

Jia Huan rolled his eyes, glanced at everyone, and said, "Third brother has a few more words for me to tell Sister Bao."

"Then you haven't said it yet." Tanchun was angry.

Jia Huan said very principledly this time: "No, third brother said that no one is allowed to hear except Sister Bao."

Tan Chun stretched out his finger and put a little bit on his head and said, "In that case, let's leave first. Sister Bao won't send us off." He led everyone away.

When Jia Huan saw that no one was around, he took out a letter from his arms and said, "Sister Bao, here it is. Third brother has already expected today, and what he wants to say is in the letter. Please read it slowly." After that, he stood. Even if you are local, you will not leave.

(End of this chapter)