Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

When the woman on guard duty heard that Jia Cong was coming, she hurriedly opened the door to say hello.

Jia Cong ignored him and went to Hengwu Garden.

More than a dozen women and girls were busy carrying lanterns, crowding around to illuminate the scene. They sent Jia Cong into the house and handed him over to Ying'er before he dared to go back.

"Is Sister Bao asleep?" Jia Cong asked.

Ying'er took off his velvet cloak and shook her head slightly, her expression gloomy.

Jia Cong hurriedly walked into Baochai's boudoir and saw her sitting in front of the window in a daze, with a miserable expression and tears in her apricot-like eyes.

"Sister Bao, why should she be so angry and hurt her body?" Jia Cong hugged Baochai from behind and pressed against her round and plump face. He felt cool and refreshing, and her skin was indeed ice-cold.

Baochai blushed, stood up quickly, and said angrily: "I don't want to enter your bridal chamber, but you come to make trouble with me. What a bastard."

Jia Cong smiled and said: "Of course I should stick to Sister Bao. For such a trivial matter as entering the bridal chamber, when can't I do it?"

"Bah. He's talking nonsense, and he's not afraid of people laughing at him." Baochai spat, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, ignoring him.

Jia Cong sat next to her, held her in his arms, and said, "Sister Bao is still worried about the Gongjin case?"

Baochai struggled to free himself, so he had no choice but to let him go. Hearing this, he sighed: "This case has caused a storm in the whole city. I'm afraid my family will be exhausted."

Jia Cong shook his head and said: "Sister Bao, why are you as sad as Qi'er? Now this case is no longer a matter of the Xue family, but a dispute in the court. Don't worry, Sister Bao, nothing will happen."

There is another sentence that Jia Cong didn't say, even if something happens to the Xue family, you will be fine.

"Cong'er, are you serious about this?" Baochai's eyes lit up. Now the only one she can trust and rely on is Jia Cong.

"When did I tell lies to my sister?" Jia Cong asked.

"Bah, the last time you went to Yangzhou and the letters you sent back to Liaodong, were there not hidden things hidden in them?" Baochai said angrily.

She has a very good memory.

Jia Cong smiled dryly and said, "Sister, I'm overthinking it. I'm just cutting out the complex and simplifying it. There may be some shortcomings in Spring and Autumn's writing style, but there's absolutely no lie in it."

Baochai rolled her eyes at him, spat lightly, and didn't argue.

"I know that my sister must be very anxious now, so I came here to take a look. How can my sister, who is such a transparent person, imitate the ancients and worry about things unfounded?" Jia Cong said.

Baochai shook his head and said with a wry smile: "To offend Tianyan, the power of God is unpredictable. The whole family is in danger, how can it be clear?"

Jia Cong said: "I heard from Qi'er that Sister Bao's poem about white begonias was very good. I only know that the flowers are more beautiful when they are light. How can I get the jade without a trace when I am sad? In order to repay the white emperor for his cleanliness, he didn't say anything to Tingting. The sun is dark again.

The Xue family is innocent, so what should they fear? Do you really think there is no distinction between black and white today? "

Baochai said horrifiedly: "How dare you try to fool around with me, the most talented person in the world? My two crooked poems only made people laugh."

Jia Cong laughed twice and said, "It's just that Sister Bao is a lady and doesn't write poems outside like me. Otherwise, you must be the most talented woman in the world."

"Bah." Baochai spat, "No matter how talented a girl is, she is not ashamed."

Jia Cong smiled slightly and said in a low voice: "Don't worry, Sister Bao. Today I have contacted many important officials in the court, as well as nobles, clan relatives, and ministers in the palace. They will also help me. These many people will work together to help." It’s a heinous sin, but it’s worth it.”

Baochai said happily: "Cong'er, I...I really don't know how to thank you."

Jia Cong smiled and said: "Sister Bao, I suddenly thought of a joke. In martial arts stories, when a girl is in danger and is saved by a knight, if the other person is old and ugly, she will say that the hero's saving grace is useless. The retribution will only lead to a ring of grass and a ring in the next life.

If the other party is a handsome young hero, he will say that the hero has no repayment for saving his life and is willing to give his life to him. "

Baochai couldn't help but laugh, couldn't help but patted Jia Cong, and glanced at him with a smile, this bastard.

"Then the question is, should Sister Bao choose the former or the latter?" Jia Cong said with a bad smile.

Baochai spat: "You talk glibly all day long, so I don't care about you. You are about to leave my place. The person you promised me is waiting for you in the bridal chamber, so hurry up and go."

Jia Cong stood up with a smile and said, "Sister Bao, I will miss you tonight." After that, he left.

Baochai suddenly felt his face burning. What does this scoundrel... want me to do tonight? Thinking of the shameful place, I couldn't help but dive into the quilt.

Jia Cong returned to Rongxi Hall, already prepared for a fierce battle.

Fortunately, Qianxue was very sensible. Considering that Jia Cong was busy with everything, she persuaded Wanyan Wen and left only Qingwen, who had never slept with her, to serve her alone.

Jia Cong was very satisfied. He looked at Qingwen, who was engraved in gilt copper with huanghuali and decorated with clouds and dragons, walking on the Qiangong bed, lowering her head and stroking her belt. Under the illumination of lamps and candles, the color was even more colorful, and she was very fond of it.

He smiled and said, "Look where you are going today?"

Qingwen's face turned redder, she rolled her eyes at Jia Cong angrily, and hurriedly stepped forward to change his clothes.

Jia Cong held her little hand and said, "Qingwen, do you know that when I forced you to come over from the old lady, I wasn't coveting your beauty, I just wanted to save you from the sea of ​​misery."

Qingwen's big lacquer-like eyes were filled with tears. She lay on Jia Cong's chest and said, "Qingwen knows how good I am to me. Qingwen will always be my person."

Jia Cong hugged her tightly, sniffing the fragrance of osmanthus oil in her hair, and murmured: "Qingwen, I am so lucky to meet you in this life."

"I'm telling you the opposite. It's because of my luck. I'm originally from a poor family. Being able to serve a prince like you must be due to my ancestors' good deeds." Qingwen said with a chuckle. Jia Cong couldn't help but smile and said: "You are the flower god in the sky. It's unfair to come down to earth to serve a mortal like me."

"I'm joking again. I'm just your little girl, not the goddess of flowers. When I say this, I sound a bit like that silly Second Master Bao." Qingwen pursed her lips and smiled.

Jia Cong gently pecked her lips, shook his head and said with a smile: "What I said is absolutely true. If you don't believe it, forget it. Speaking of Baoyu, this bastard talks nonsense all day long, but I have four things to say about you. It hit the nail on the head.”

"Huh? What did Mr. Bao say about me?" Qingwen asked curiously.

Jia Cong carried her to the bedside and sat down, smiling and saying: "For its quality, gold and jade are not enough to describe its nobleness; for its nature, ice and snow are not enough to describe its purity; for its nature, the stars and sun are not enough to describe its essence; for its appearance, the flowers and moon are not enough to describe it." Its color.”

Now that Qingwen had read the poetry book, she couldn't understand these words. She frowned slightly and said, "Second Master Bao is such a bastard. I am a member of his room. Is it his turn to comment? He really doesn't know etiquette." ."

Jia Cong said hurriedly: "These words were what he was thinking in his heart, but he didn't say them out loud. He probably won't have the chance to say them in this life."

"How could I know what he was thinking?" Qingwen looked at Jia Cong doubtfully.

"Uh..." When Jia Cong saw Yuan not coming back, his face suddenly darkened and he pretended to be angry: "I just said so, but you dare to question me and ask for a beating."

Qingwen covered her mouth and chuckled, turned around with a mix of shame and joy, knelt down on the red brocade quilt, raised her round buttocks, looked back and said shyly: "I just accept my punishment, I just hope that I will be gentler."

Jia Cong's blood suddenly boiled. He opened his hands and used his magical power. He only heard a series of beep-bop-bop sounds, and all the buttons and belts on his body were broken.

"Fairy, take a stick from my grandson!"
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The next day, Jia Cong still got up early.

Seeing that there were still tears in the corners of Qingwen's eyes, she looked like a delicate flower that couldn't bear the abuse. I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but I just felt a little more charming than before.

As soon as she got up, Qingwen was startled.

"Sir, why didn't you call me?" Qingwen got busy and served Jia Cong to dress.

Jia Cong smiled and said, "You were tired last night, so go to sleep."

Qingwen said shyly: "It is my duty to serve you. Please don't spoil me."

"You are so good, how could you spoil her?" Jia Cong smiled and pinched her face gently.

Listening to the voice, Qianxue hurriedly came in to help serve.

"Qingwen, just lie down, I will serve you." Qianxue said with a meaningful smile.

"Bah, I'm not as squeamish as you." Qingwen was so strong. As soon as she got up, she felt sore all over and fell down on the quilt with an ouch.

"Hit her mouth as soon as she said it." Qianxue said with a smile.

"Master, you don't care, Qianxue is bullying me." Qingwen covered her face and said angrily.

Jia Cong laughed and said, "Don't worry, Qingwen, I will help you bully Qianxue tonight."

"Hehe, okay. I'm going to show off my power and let Qianxue know what's going on." Qingwen clapped her hands and smiled.

"Bah, little hooves don't learn well at all." Qian Xue spat.

Jia Cong joked with them for a while, put on his practice clothes, finished his morning classes, and went to the office.

As soon as they entered the yamen, they saw Fang Ji approaching and said in a low voice: "Your Excellency, Manager Dai just sent someone to send a message. Yesterday he persuaded Princess Ruyi to go to Ningshou Palace to plead for mercy."

Jia Cong paused slightly and said, "Princess Ruyi also intervened?"

Fang Ji nodded and said: "Manager Dai said that after Princess Ruyi begged her hard, she finally got it. The Supreme Emperor said eight words, death penalty can be avoided, but living penalty cannot be spared."

"For what reason does the princess plead for mercy?"

"The princess said that the girl from the Xue family is a close friend of her, and her character is upright and elegant. This shows that the Xue family has a clean and upright family style, and it must be the slaves below who are causing trouble." Fang Jida said.

Jia Cong sighed, he owed another favor, how could he repay it?

The question I asked Baochai yesterday came to mind. Should I tie a grass ring or pledge myself to him? This is a question.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help shaking my head and laughing. Is this considered YY?

In the next ten days, there was no progress in the case. Xue Pan followed Zhou Wei's teachings and refused to admit death. For Jia Cong's sake, the Ministry of Punishment did not torture him. They only waited for the Jinling Feng brocade shopkeeper, the clerk, and the weaver and dyer to be arrested. , handymen and other locks came to Beijing.

These days, in the seemingly peaceful city of Shenjing, relevant parties are moving around and undercurrents are surging, all trying to benefit from the case.

In the ninth year of Xifeng, on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, Chang Chao was held.

There are so many people going to court today. In addition to the civil and military officials who go to court every day, countless distinguished clansmen, nobles, and officials of the fifth rank and above in the capital have all submitted memorials in advance, and they only come for one thing - Tribute Brocade Case.

Jia Cong followed the team, silently recalling the draft in his mind twice.

"If you have your roots, you will start playing, but if you don't have your roots, you will withdraw from the court." Dai Quan's sharp voice sounded, kicking off today's court meeting.

"I have this memorial."

As if they knew that today's topic was not this, a few officials jotted down a few things and then returned to the queue. The officials did not argue.

No one did anything for a while.

There were three to four hundred people in court today, far more than usual, but the Baohe Hall was completely silent and very depressing. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath, waiting for an opportunity to vent. (End of chapter)