Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 292 Robbery of Beisi 1

After coming out of Wanmei Villa, Jia Cong went to the appointment with Feng Ziying and the others. In the next two days, Xue Pan, Chen Guoshu, the second prince, the tenth prince, the Duke's family, the Wang family, and the historians all submitted their invitations to the banquet. Which family should go to it? If you don't go to any house, you will offend others and give them a big headache.

Fortunately, Baochai gave him an idea, "Brother, he has nothing serious to do. Just ask Baoyu or Brother Huan to go for you. You must go to Chen Guojiu, the second prince, and the tenth prince in person. For other places, let Brother Lian go." , Brother Yun can just go for you."

"Is this... appropriate?" Jia Cong pondered for a moment.

"Brother Yun, Meng Qin donated a colleague, and he has been in charge of business in the past two years. He is familiar with each family. He has already experienced and matured, and he will be able to handle it properly. Second brother Lian has come out to entertain the family all the year round, and he is also familiar with the family. , just ask him not to accept things casually." Baochai said.

Jia Cong nodded and said: "That makes sense. This way I can save some energy. By the way, Brother Yun, what do you think of him?"

When Baochai heard this, she knew that Jia Cong was asking about business matters, so she smiled and said, "Since I have been entrusted by you, I must become a villain.

In the past two years, I have sent people to investigate overtly and covertly several times, and I have found nothing wrong with Brother Yun. The business accounts are clear. It is rare that he was born in a poor family, and suddenly he is in charge of gold and silver, and he can actually stick to his roots. Heart is precious. "

Jia Cong nodded happily. After all, it is not a pleasant thing to kill someone he personally promoted. Doesn't that mean that he has poor vision?

"Sister Bao, I have long said that you can be the eldest wife of the family. It shows that I have foresight." Jia Cong leaned over and hugged Baochai's plump, gentle body and smiled.

According to later generations, Baochai should be regarded as the best among slightly fat beauties. It was very different from the mainstream aesthetics of the era, in which women should be "frail", "as weak as a sick person", and "weak as a willow and as delicate as a flower".

"Bah, we're in Hu'an again, getting more and more unruly." Baochai was so embarrassed that she hurriedly pushed him, but couldn't push him.

"You... Cong'er, let go quickly and wait for someone to come in." Baochai was shy and anxious.

Jia Cong fell in love with her so much that he couldn't bear it anymore. He took Baochai's plump and soft red lips in one mouthful. With a little force, the fingers of his left hand broke the buttons under her sides and inserted into Concubine Yang's purple-green tapestry right hem. Under the stand-collar silver rat coat, the other hand slid to her hip. Although it was separated by the clothes, it could at least comfort her from the pain of lovesickness.

Baochai let out a cry and fell limply into Jia Cong's arms, beating her with fists and letting him do whatever he wanted.

Suddenly I heard the sound of footsteps. Someone came in and hurriedly exited. He tripped on the threshold and accidentally broke the tea cup on the plate.

"Oh!" Baochai hurriedly pushed Jia Cong away and said angrily: "It's all your fault. Now Xiangling sees them. How will I discipline them in the future?"

Jia Cong hurriedly smiled and said: "Sister, don't worry, isn't she your girl? I promise to make up for the trouble I caused."

Yin shouted: "Xiang Ling, get in here."

Ying'er hurriedly pulled Xiang Ling in and apologized: "Girl, I just went out and didn't see Xiang Ling come in... Xiang Ling, didn't I tell you that Third Master is not allowed to trespass here?"

Xiangling didn't dare to look at anyone, she almost buried her head on her tall and plump chest, and whispered: "I thought that the third master was here and there was no one to bring tea or water, so I brought two cups of tea in... I didn't mean to, I didn't see anything." He was crying at the end.

Baochai was ashamed and glared at Jia Cong.

Jia Cong suppressed his laughter and waved his hand for Ying'er to go out. He saw that Xiang Ling was getting better and better, with delicate and beautiful features, charming and charming posture, shy and timid look, and a bit of natural cuteness. Thinking of her life , people can't help but feel a sense of pity.

"Xiang Ling, what grade of girl are you in now?" Jia Cong deliberately said calmly.

"Back to the third master, I was wrongly loved by the girl. I am now leading a second-class girl." Xiang Ling said tremblingly.

"Well, I have decided to make you a first-class maid, on par with Ying'er, Zicuckoo and the others."

"Ah?" Xiang Ling looked at Jia Cong blankly, what do you mean?

"You don't understand this. From now on, you girls will come and serve me. I will forgive you for trespassing today." Jia Cong said with a bad smile.

"Ah? Girl..." Xiangling looked at Baochai as if asking for help.

The blush on Baochai's face did not recede, and she said angrily: "You know how to deal with public and private matters, what nonsense are you talking about."

Jia Cong smiled and said: "Isn't this something I just learned from Jin Yiwei, to trick people into trouble? This way she won't talk nonsense."

Xiang Ling hurriedly waved her hands and said: "Don't worry, Third Master. The girl has shown me kindness, and I would rather die than say a bad word about her. No need... no need..."

Jia Cong stretched out his hand and grabbed it "viciously" and said, "It's okay, my servant has wronged you?" Wow, it's really soft and big...

Xiangling exclaimed, covered her chest, took two steps back, and looked at Baochai with tears in her eyes.

"Don't scare her." Baochai rushed over and hugged the shivering Xiangling, comforting her softly.

It was rare for Jia Cong to pretend to be a public servant for personal gain, so he chuckled and said, "Has Xiang Ling learned poetry?"

"How do you know she studies poetry?" Baochai asked doubtfully, "She is almost into poetry now. She looks like a little poetry fan and a disciple of Mei'er."

Jia Cong smiled and said: "I guess since there is such an elegant lady as Sister Bao, how can she not have an elegant maid? Xiangling, have you read my poems?"

Xiangling's face was as red as an apple. She had not yet reacted to the "attack" she had just suffered. She whispered: "Of course I have read it. Third Master's poems... are really good."

"What's so good about it?"

When it comes to poetry, Xiangling relaxed a little and thought for a while and said: "I can't say it. I just feel warm in my heart after reading it. Sometimes I want to cry, but I don't know why."

Jia Cong chuckled and said, "It means you're feeling springy."

"Don't talk nonsense." Baochai rolled her eyes at him and said.

Xiangling just lowered her head, not daring to talk.

Jia Cong said: "Xiang Ling, do you know that people outside say that I am the most talented man in the world?"

"Of course I know my name," Xiang Ling said.

"You're not willing to serve the most talented man in the world? Then what kind of poetry are you going to learn?" Jia Cong followed suit.

"Girl, I'm out." Xiang Ling was so shy and embarrassed that she didn't dare to look at Jia Cong, so she ran away covering her chest. I only have one thought in my mind, whether Mr. San is good or bad, but Mr. San’s poems are really well written...

Baochai laughed angrily at him: "You are not polite at all."

"Isn't this to protect Sister Bao's reputation?" Jia Cong said shamelessly.

"Bah, with you as a bastard here, I lose all my reputation." Baochai spat.

"On the contrary, if I am here, Sister Bao's reputation will be there. One day I will be gone..." A few soft and boneless fingers blocked Jia Cong's lips, making him unable to speak.

"Don't talk nonsense." Baochai said angrily.

Jia Cong held her Rouyi, kissed her gently, and said, "Don't worry, Sister Bao, I'll be careful. Let's go, I have something important to do in two days."

"Go and do your work. On weekdays, I ask Qingwen and the others to light up the charcoal fire and send you to wear thicker clothes. It's getting cold, so be careful to catch a cold." Baochai straightened the skirt of his clothes for him.

"Yes, I know." Jia Cong felt warm in his heart and immediately smiled: "Sister Bao, please don't give it away. Let's change clothes first..."

Baochai hurriedly pressed the hem of his clothes and said angrily: "It's all your fault! You act carelessly and don't care about people's lives or lives."

"Who said I don't care about Sister Bao's life or death? I would rather die myself than Sister Bao." Jia Cong said.

Baochai hurriedly covered his mouth, "Oh! You! I told you not to talk nonsense, but you are talking nonsense again, without knowing any taboos. Get out of here now."

Jia Cong laughed and came out.

Without saying a word, Xiangling timidly held up the sealskin cloak and put it on him. When she saw Jia Cong turning around with a squinting expression, she hurriedly backed away with her breasts in her arms.

Jia Cong laughed and said: "What are you hiding from? I am a serious person."

Xiangling's face turned red and she turned around and ran away. What she was most afraid of now was this "serious person".
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Two days later, at Nanzhen Fusi, there were finally a few captains wearing black flying fish uniforms standing guard at the gate. When they saw Jia Cong coming with dozens of carts, they hurriedly knelt down on one knee.

"I see you, your lord." Fang Ji, Zhou Wei, Qiao Yin, Wen Zhen and other four thousand households rushed out to welcome him.

"See my lord, sir, please come in."

"Go in and talk." Jia Cong passed by the corridor and wiped the edge of the window casually. It was spotless. He saw that the floor tiles, walls, doors, windows, and columns were all brand new. He nodded slightly, it looked decent.

In the lobby and courtyard, more than 300 Nansi backbones were dressed in flying fish suits and embroidered spring knives on their waists. They stood neatly like javelins. There were a lot of snowflakes on everyone's head and shoulders. When they saw Jia Cong coming in, they all stood in a row. He shouted: "I have seen the Governor of Zhenfu."

Jia Cong said "hmm", walked to the main hall, stood still, and said, "Do you know me?"

"I know!" Everyone's eyes shone with eager light. After the Duke of the country, a warrior in the border army, a favorite minister of the emperor, the richest man Tao Zhu, the youngest nobleman in the dynasty, the most talented man in the world, all these auras put together, that is Nan Hope for the revival of the Zhenfu Division.

"Okay, I won't talk nonsense then. Look at this couplet...do you still remember it?" Jia Cong pointed behind him.

"Remember! I will use my sword to deal with the strong prisoners, but you will touch the sword and listen to the thunder!" the crowd shouted.

"Okay! Can anyone tell me what this couplet means?" Jia Cong shouted.

Everyone knew that he must have deep meaning, so how could they dare to talk to him so easily.

Jia Cong glanced at everyone and shouted: "I only saw two words in this couplet, glory! Nansi's glory!"

"Yes! Glory! Nan Si's glory!" Everyone shouted excitedly.

"As long as the glory is there, Nan Si will be there! When the glory is gone, Nan Si is still alive and dead! Do you understand it or not!"

"understand!"

"Okay! I'm calling everyone here today for one reason. I, the first-rate pirate Jia Cong, will rebuild Nansi and regain the glory that belongs to Nansi!"

"I will serve you to the death!" Everyone knelt down with fists clasped, tears filling their eyes.

"Please give me an order, my brothers have been waiting for this day for too long!" Fang Ji cried.

Jia Cong nodded and said: "I have to do one thing today. I will first make up the food and salary I owe you all these years. After all, the emperor is not short of hungry soldiers, and they are all people who have to support their families."

Everyone was overjoyed. This great man came to Taoism and knew the sufferings of the people. He was not like the previous envoys who only knew how to draw cakes and speak official language without earning a penny.

"But let's talk about the ugly things first. After receiving enough money and food, you are not allowed to do those jobs anymore, such as killing pigs, serving as prison guards, serving as executioners, working as thugs, working as turtles... It's embarrassing for me. Face!" Jia Cong said.

Everyone laughed and said, "Your Majesty, you must be aware that we are not forced by life. We are actually forced into prostitution. If you had come earlier, we would not be willing to do that."

Fang Ji waved his hand to stop everyone talking and laughing, and asked: "Sir, where does this food and salary come from?"

Jia Cong smiled and said: "Of course, go to Bei Division to collect it openly."

Zhou Wei said: "Those thieves from Beisi will definitely try their best to get away with it." This kind of thing doesn't happen once and for all.

Everyone nodded in agreement, feeling that this method was unreliable.

Jia Cong sneered and said: "Stupid! Is it up to him to give me what I want? Follow me to Fusi, Beizhen, and give me all the detainees in Beizhen, files in recent years, and valuable things in the warehouse. Move back!”

Wen Zhen, an old man, frowned and said, "If you use force like this, there will definitely be conflicts. If we go deep into the tiger's den and outnumber the enemy, we are afraid of suffering a loss." Everyone nodded.

Jia Cong laughed and said, "Old Wen, how many people are there in the Bei Division?"

"There are at least several hundred people permanently stationed in the Yamen, nearly a thousand people."

Jia Cong shook his head and said: "After several years of ruin, you have become a frog in the well. I didn't even pay attention to the thousands of troops of the Tatars in Liaodong. How can the mere Beisi be considered a piece of shit?"

Only then did everyone remember that this man was a super fierce general who had killed generals and captured flags and was capable of fighting tigers. His Majesty gave him the nickname "Zilong".

"My lord is so powerful that I can't even match the humble rank." Everyone clasped their fists and said.

"Today you just need to move things, whatever is valuable. If you see that there are no cars outside, I will fill them up. Don't worry about other things. I want you to see what dimensionality reduction strikes are! Let's go!"

"Yes!" Everyone agreed with a roar. Although I don’t know what “dimensionality reduction strike” is, it sounds pretty powerful.

Led by a group of familiar Nansi captains, the crowd drove dozens of carts through East Chang'an Street, West Chang'an Street, and then turned north via Wangfu Street, heading straight to the north of the Imperial City. Outside Anmen, in Maoer Hutong, Beizhen Fusi Yamen is located there.

Seeing these murderous group of Jinyi captains passing by, all the pedestrians, cars and sedans on the road retreated, and some of the more bold ones followed them from a distance, hoping to watch the excitement.

It even alarmed many princes and sent servants to inquire about the news. I wonder what big move Jin Yiwei has made.

Passing by the gate of the Tenth Prince's Mansion, I happened to see Sun Chi going out.

"Good morning, Your Highness." Jia Cong smiled and cupped his hands.

"What...are you trying to do?" Sun Chi pointed at the team and smiled.

"Nothing, go to Tang Town to get some food and wages." Jia Cong said.

How could Sun Chi not know his character? A man who even robbed Tatar women would go and "receive" things obediently? Yin smiled and said: "While you are busy, I went to the palace to pay my respects."

"Your Highness, walk slowly." Jia Cong smiled slightly and led the team to move forward.

Seeing that Jia Cong was so familiar with His Royal Highness, Fang Ji and others gained a little more confidence, and their initial uneasiness finally calmed down.

Soon we arrived at Maoer Hutong.

"Sir, the Bei Division is here. The infantry commander's office is on the next street." Fang Ji introduced.

Jia Cong looked at the plaque "Beizhen Fusi Yamen" in front of him and nodded.

Zhang Yuanba picked up two copper hammers and struck them violently.

clang! There was a loud bang.

The curtains of dozens of large carts opened at the same time, and two to three hundred warriors wearing helmets and armor and carrying horizontal swords on their waists came down. They were Jia Cong's personal soldiers.

Everyone in Nansi looked at the group of tall soldiers with cold expressions and murderous eyes in front of them. They all looked at each other and swallowed their saliva. With their professionalism, they could easily judge that these were definitely a group of arrogant people who killed without blinking an eye. Strong soldiers.

Jia Cong was very satisfied with the effect and smiled. In order to keep a low profile and hide some trump cards, he didn't bring Mo Dao or heavy armor. He believed that if there was a conflict, just leather armor and a horizontal sword forged from hundreds of steel would be enough to kill. Most of the troops in Chuan Shenjing, not to mention the Jinyi soldiers who have been away from battle for a long time.

"Who! Dare to break into the Jinyi North Hall without permission!" Several Bei Division captains stopped at the door and shouted. Knowing that the Nan Division group had bad intentions, they hurriedly sent someone to report inside.

Jia Cong ignored him and walked through the door.

Those small schools tried to stop them, but they were already kicked in by the soldiers.

"How dare you hit people? Do you know what this is..." A few more primary schools rushed out, but before they could say anything, they were kicked away by Zhang Yuanba and others.

Fang Ji and others followed Jia Cong, feeling their blood boiling and their hearts surging. When had Nan Si ever been so majestic?

(End of this chapter)