Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 3 A strange dream is not a dream
  Before Jia Cong finished speaking, Jia She couldn't help but rebuke: "Absurd! Today is a beautiful day and the family is reunited to have fun. How can I listen to your idiot talking about dreams? Why don't you get out of here? If you continue to talk nonsense, I will expose you." Off your skin!"

Jia Zhen hurriedly came out to smooth things over: "Sir, please calm down. Brother Cong, what dream did you have? Tell me as soon as possible tomorrow. How about I ask a good dream interpreter to explain it to you? You have just recovered from a serious illness, so why not first?" Go down and rest."

Jia Cong cupped his hands and said, "Master, brother Zhen, this dream is extraordinary. Cong secretly thought that it had a lot to do with the family and the old lady, so he risked his life to speak out. Although Cong is naughty, the old lady will face all the masters and ladies. , how dare you talk nonsense?"

Everyone was very surprised. If Jia Cong usually heard the elder reprimanding him like this, he would have already become silent and trembling, but now Zhuo Zong stood firm, not afraid, and could still say these words clearly and clearly. The demeanor on Rentong's body is actually quite different.

"Oh? Does it have something to do with me? Then I want to hear it. If you are pretending to be sensational, be careful." Jia Mu was also a little curious when she saw this.

"Cong doesn't dare." Jia Cong bowed and said, "I was just falling asleep when I saw a golden-armored god descending from the sky riding a strange beast..."

Um? Dreams about gods and monsters. Although there is no talk about monsters and monsters in this era, the folk are most interested in various legends about gods and monsters. Especially the wives, grandmothers, and young ladies who live in deep homes often have inexplicable awe for gods and ghosts, otherwise they will be like kings. How can Taoist priests, Master Jingxu, and Daopo Ma defraud money? When I heard Jia Cong telling this kind of story, I couldn't help but pricked up my ears, hoping to hear an unusual fairy tale.

"This strange beast looks like a horse but not a horse. It has long horns on its head, four hooves are blazing, and its whole body is snow-white. There is no hair at all. There is only a three-inch-wide strip of black hair from the top of the head to the back to the tail, flying through the void, like Walking on flat ground..."

Suddenly I heard a female voice laughing: "Hey, Brother Cong, you are too old to write this story. Who here doesn't know that the mount of Duke Xianrong back then had a black back and a white body, and was known as the 'Iron Back'" Jade Qilin, are you trying to say that this god in golden armor is the late Duke?"

Jia Cong followed the sound and saw a young lady in her twenties standing next to Mrs. Wang and Mrs. Eight treasures in a beaded bun, tied with the Five Chaoyang Phoenixes and beaded hairpins, a red gold necklace on the neck, a bean-green palace ribbon on the skirt, a double-balanced rose pendant, and a golden bouquet of hundreds of butterflies and bright red flowers. Wearing a narrow satin jacket, a colorful engraved stone green and silver rat jacket, and an emerald flowered crepe skirt underneath. A pair of red-phoenix triangular eyes and two curved willow-leaf eyebrows were looking at him with a mocking look.

Jia Cong knew who this person was at a glance and said calmly: "Sister-in-law Feng is really too smart. How could I ever say that this strange beast is an 'iron-backed jade unicorn', and how could I say that this golden-armored god is the late Duke of the country. "

Jia Yuan, the first-generation duke of Rongguo Mansion, is customarily called the old duke by later generations, and Jia Daishan, the second-generation duke, is called the former duke.

Being snatched away by Jia Cong, Wang Xifeng, as the authoritative housekeeper's grandmother, suddenly lost her composure and said with a sneer: "I want to see how you continue to make it up." She secretly made up her mind that no matter what Jia Cong said later, she would Refute him severely.

Mother Jia waved her hand to stop everyone, and asked, "What does that man look like?" She was also interested. After all, she had been widowed for many years and suddenly heard a message that might be from her late husband. Regardless of whether it was true or not, she wanted to hear it clearly.

Jia Cong said: "The man's face is like a crown jade, with three long beards under his chin, and a shining light in his eyes, which seems to be able to see through people's hearts. He is very elegant and majestic. To be honest with the old lady, Cong is very grand in front of her. Don’t dare to breathe.”

These few words are completely attached to Jia Daishan. Who among the family members who have read the family history does not know that Daishan Gong was a famous Confucian general back then, and was known as the Gongjin of the Kingdom and the Leyi of the Great Wu. As for the standard-issue items for Confucian generals such as those with a crown-like jade face and three long beards, you can never go wrong with them.

Jia She, Jia Zheng, Jia Zhen and others all frowned and talked nonsense, even if the late father entrusted the dream to him, why didn't he entrust it to his two biological sons, the old lady, Baoyu and Jia Lian, but why he entrusted it to You good-for-nothing bastard?

The girls beside Xue Baochai, Lin Daiyu, Yingchun, Tanchun, etc. were looking at Jia Cong with great interest to see how he would continue to make up the story. If it was said that the late father-in-law only asked him in a dream, it would be difficult to win people's trust.

Jia Mu also felt nervous, and then asked, "What did that man say to you?"

Jia Cong pretended to be shocked and said, "That man scolded Cong all the time. Now that I think about it, I feel ashamed."

"Why did he scold you? How did he scold you? Tell me quickly."

"The divine general looked at Cong, sighed, and said, 'Old Ning Rong and his second Duke chased the North and reorganized the country. What a hero. I don't expect that the descendants of the current generation will be so, so mediocre. , achieve nothing.'"

Jia She, Jia Zheng, Jia Zhen, Jia Lian, Jia Baoyu and others in the room all looked embarrassed, because they also belonged to the "mediocre and accomplish nothing" class mentioned by the god general.

Jia She couldn't sit still anymore, stood up and cursed: "You little beast, you are talking about some weird talk and nonsense, why don't you get out of here."

Jia Cong didn't say anything, just looked at Jia Mu. Sure enough, Mother Jia was amused by what she heard. She glared at Jia She and said, "Brother Cong is just telling you a dream. If you don't want to hear it, why don't you go out and make such a fuss?"

Jia She hurriedly bowed and apologized: "My son doesn't dare, I'm just afraid that this little beast will say some weird words and insult the old lady's hearing."

Jia Mu waved her hand for him to step back and said, "Brother Cong, go on." With Jia Mu's support, others no longer dared to interrupt.

"At that time, Cong was too ashamed to answer. The man asked again, 'Brother Cong, what are your ambitions?' I don't know how he knew my name, so he asked me about my ambitions as soon as we met." "Then how do you answer." Jia Mu asked.

"Cong replied, 'My family has always passed down poetry and etiquette. Cong should study hard and gain fame in order to stand out and become famous."

Jia Zheng nodded and said, "Brother Cong's answer is quite appropriate."

Jia Baoyu curled his lips in disdain, but he was just a fool. If it were me, I would say that I only want to be with my sisters forever, live together, die together, and turn into ashes after death. , blown by the wind into the river of tears at my daughter's house, to the ends of the world, to the secluded place of Qingming, it is not in vain. Thinking about it, I secretly glanced at Daiyu again, and saw that Daiyu gave him a rollicking look. She had obviously guessed what he was thinking, and I couldn't help but feel happy. Sister Lin knew me too.

Jia Cong said: "Thank you for your compliments, sir. I didn't expect the god general to shake his head and said, 'Brother Cong, you are born with dull qualifications and a weak spirit. Even if you are a wise man and poor in scriptures, it will be in vain after all. What good will it do to yourself, your family and your country?" Besides, your family members, Baoyu and Langeer, are both excellent students, so why should you be left alone to study?"

Hearing the divine general praising her, Jia Baoyu proudly threw herself into Jia Mu's arms and started acting coquettishly. Mrs. Jia Mu, Jia Zheng and Mrs. Wang couldn't help but nodded and smiled, thinking that what this "divine general" said made sense. Only Mrs. Jia She and Xing looked gloomy.

Jia Mu smiled and said: "Although what he said is reasonable, but you are such a small person, what will you do if you don't study? I can't let you go to Zhuangzi to farm?"

Everyone laughed at the right time. When Jia Mu called this god "him", they knew that she had somewhat accepted this god who was highly suspicious of Xianrong Guogong.

Jia Cong said: "The old lady is wise. Cong thought the same way at the time and asked the question. The general didn't answer. He only asked Cong if he was afraid of suffering and death."

"what do you say?"

"Cong didn't dare to boast loudly, so he said that he was not afraid of hardship. However, the only way to survive hardships is death. Who is not afraid of death?" As soon as the words came out, the whole hall burst into laughter again.

Jia Cong took advantage of the chaos and glanced around, and saw that the girl beside Jia's mother was also about twelve or thirteen years old. She had eyebrows that seemed to be frowned but not frowned, and eyes that seemed to be happy but not happy. Although her body and face were timid, there was a natural charm to her face. With a romantic attitude, she was looking at herself with interest. It was obvious that this was Lin Daiyu.

There is another person at another table, who is two or three years older than Daiyu. His face is like a silver basin, his eyes are like apricots, his lips are not dotted but red, and his eyebrows are not painted but green. Although he does not apply makeup, he is naturally beautiful and bright. Charming, extraordinary. Jia Cong's heart skipped a beat, this must be Sister Bao.

Xue Baochai saw Jia Cong staring at him fiercely in front of so many people, as if he wanted to put himself in his eyes. She felt ashamed and a little angry, annoyed that he was rude, so she quickly lowered her head and ignored him.

Fortunately, at this time, Jia She opened his mouth to rebuke again, attracting everyone's attention.

"You bastard! How can this be unreasonable? How can a disciple of Wu Xun be greedy for life and afraid of death? Wouldn't it make people laugh if the news spread?"

Jia Cong came back to his senses, bowed and said: "What I taught you is that the god general also taught me the same lesson. He also said, if the old Ning Rong and the Second Duke were as greedy for life and afraid of death as you, how could they recover the country? How can I make great achievements? How can I be where you are today?"

Jia She finally took a breath, took a sip of tea, and said, "What happened next?"

"Later, the god returned the verse and taught it to Cong."

oh? Here comes the drama. When they heard the poem, Baoyu, Daiyu, Baochai, Tanchun and other poet lovers' eyes lit up, and Jia Zheng couldn't help but sit upright. The identity of this golden-armored god general could be gleaned from the poem.

Only Sister Feng smiled coldly. She was convinced that Jia Cong was fucking a ghost, so she didn't believe in empty talk such as poetry.

"What poem?" Jia Mu sat up and stared at Jia Cong.

Jia Cong cleared his throat and chanted: "How do you feel today after being decapitated? Starting a business is difficult and involves many battles. Now I go to Quantai to summon the old troops and kill Yama with a hundred thousand banners."

ah! There was a burst of exclamation in the hall. This poem is generous and heroic. It regards death as if it were home. It is extremely heroic and must be written by a general who has fought a hundred battles.

Jia's mother stayed there. She was a lady who was familiar with poems and books when she was young. She didn't understand the poems, so she suddenly shouted "Dai Shan!", bursting into tears, and fainted from crying.

(End of this chapter)