Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 330: Stay humble and act small

When Baoyu saw that it was so good, he complained repeatedly.

Baochai then read:

Looking for heroes' tears, we are separated from the virgin's home. Thanks to the mercy, I was tonsured under the lotus platform. There is no predestined relationship, and we are separated in the blink of an eye. Naked, coming and going without worries. Where can I ask for a single line of smoke, raincoats and rain hats? As soon as I let you, my shoes will be broken and my bowl will be transformed by chance!

Baoyu thought carefully about the meaning of the words, and then thought that Sister Bao and Sister Lin had already been together for a long time, and now she was alone.

Jia Cong said with a smile: "Sister Bao really doesn't want to read anything. The Prime Minister of Humanity is capable of running a boat. I think Sister Bao is capable of opening a bookshop."

Daiyu glanced at him and said, "Just watch the show quietly. You are obviously a great monk, but you are talking about a female prime minister."

Xiangyun, Tanchun and others all laughed and looked at Jia Cong.

Baochai blushed and gave Daiyu an angry look.

Jia Cong was so thick-skinned, he was just a little bit worse than Fatty Feng. He changed the subject and said with a smile: "I just listened to the lyrics that Sister Bao read, and I also thought of a song from the play. I guarantee you haven't heard it."

"What song?" Everyone was a little curious. Brother Cong never listened to opera.

Jia Cong pointed to the performance of "Havoc in Heaven" being performed on the stage and said: "Written about the Monkey King being crushed under the Five Fingers Mountain."

"Tell me and listen." Daiyu said.

"This song has to be sung to be interesting."

Everyone knew that he was a good singer and asked him to sing.

Jia Cong just shook his head. When he saw Daiyu looking at her with annoyance, Fang smiled and said, "That's alright. For the sake of me, let me sing a song today. Bring me my piano."

Daiyu then returned her anger and rejoiced.

Jia Huan had already flown to get it.

Seeing that Jia Cong was about to show off his skills, Jia's mother hurriedly asked the little actors to stop, and everyone gathered around to listen to Jia Cong's singing.

Jia Cong then sang the episode "Five Hundred Years of Changes in the Sea" from the later "Journey to the West".

After the song ended, everyone clapped and cheered.

Although the song was a bit sad, Jia Mu was very happy, and Brother Cong finally understood the meaning of colorful clothes for entertaining relatives.

Baochai and Daiyu looked at each other. He must have written such a weird song himself.

Tan Chun sighed: "Third brother's talent is very enviable. Not only is he good at composing poems, but he can also compose music. This piece of music truly embodies the suffering, helplessness and perseverance of Sun Dasheng."

Jia Cong smiled dryly and said, "Third sister is wrong about the award."

Everyone laughed.

There were two people nearby who were crying silently.

One is Baoyu.

I was so naughty with Sister Bao and Sister Lin, why did God have such an arrangement.

Why do you want a Cong brother? Qiansheng is good at everything. He can fight, compose poetry, compose music, and sing. Alas...

The other one is dressed as Xiaodan.

Although Lingguan is no match for Sun Dasheng, listening to the sadness and helplessness in the lyrics and looking at Jia Cong's handsome profile, he could not help but burst into tears and stain his makeup.

Baoyu thought about it carefully, he had tried every means to please Daiyu since he was a child, but in the end he had failed.

For example, Sun Dasheng, despite his seventy-two transformations and all kinds of magical powers, was eventually suppressed at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain. Is this God's arrangement?

Monkey Sun is okay, someone will always rescue him from the sea of ​​suffering, but who will rescue him? Thinking of this, I can't help but despair.

As I was reading the wise words from "Zhuangzi" I read the day before yesterday, I couldn't help but mutter to myself.

Xiangyun, Tanchun and others couldn't help but laugh when they heard what he said: "Skillful people work hard, but wise people worry, incompetent people have nothing to ask for, and they travel when they are full, like a boat without ties." Stupid again.

Jia Cong hurriedly asked Baochai in a low voice: "What did Baoyu say?"

Baochai shook his head and laughed, and explained in a low voice.

Jia Cong couldn't help but smile coldly and said: "Baoyu, you'd better read less of these books. What nonsense are you talking about? According to Zhuangzi, neither the clever nor the wise are good, so they are just useless?"

Baoyu blushed and scolded: "How dare you blaspheme the sages? How can you understand these trivial words?"

Jia Cong smiled and said: "Bullshit means nothing. I will tell you an unbreakable truth. Practice is the only criterion for testing truth."

You say that Zhuangzi is right. Now I will throw you onto Zhuangzi to see if you can travel with enough food. An incompetent person can neither support himself nor protect his family, so how can he be so carefree? "

Practice is the only criterion for testing truth. The girls are all people with quick minds. When they heard this, they felt like they were enlightened. Many understandings naturally emerged, and they couldn't help but nod in agreement.

Compared with Zhuangzi's seemingly beautiful and illusory truths, this sentence is more practical and perceptible.

To put it crudely, it was a mule or a horse coming out for a walk.

"Bah, what nonsense are you talking about? You dare to slander Zhuang Zhou's teachings. You are just a vulgar person, and I can't stand vulgarity. I am ashamed to be associated with you." Baoyu said angrily.

Seeing Baoyu scolding Jia Cong, Baochai frowned slightly.

Daiyu didn't give him face, so she drove Jia Huan away and sat down next to Jia Cong to show her support with practical actions.

Seeing Jia Mu and others looking over, Jia Cong smiled and said, "Old lady, madam, don't worry, let's discuss knowledge."

"Baoyu, if you want something elegant, there is one. If you come, I will serve you with pen and ink. I will give you a poem for free," Jia Cong said.

Seeing that he was going to write a poem, Daiyu stood up hurriedly and studied the ink for him.

Jia Cong held the pen in his right hand, and lowered his left hand to brush over Daiyu's butt quickly without leaving any trace.

Daiyu was shocked, her hands shook, and she almost splashed ink on her cuffs.

How dare this person be so frivolous in broad daylight and in public.

"Zi'er, what's wrong?" Baochai asked suspiciously.

Daiyu was ashamed, angry and angry, and it was inconvenient for everyone to get angry. She only blushed and gave Jia Cong a hateful look.

Baochai gave Jia Cong an angry look, knowing that he must be the troublemaker.

"Well, thank you Qi'er. If you practice ink yourself, my poetry will flourish." Jia Cong winked at Daiyu.

Only Daiyu knew what he meant and sneered: "If you don't have good poems, I will never rely on you." Jia Cong smiled and said: "Then we'll see."

After saying that, he picked up the pen and wrote it in one stroke.

Jia Cong thought his movements were secretive and no one noticed, but he didn't expect that there was a girl behind him who had been watching him and had already seen all his movements.

Seeing that Jia Cong was so bold, the young official even forgot about the sadness. He blushed and ran to the side, secretly spitting, Third Master Cong is too...that. Miss Lin, a fairy-like person, is so disrespectful. What if someone sees me.

But he said that Jia Cong had already finished writing.

Baochai thought:

Hearing the foolish words tells Baoyu, his foolish brother

The ancients have no stamina in their knowledge, and the young and the strong are the only ones who are old.

The end of the paper is so shallow that I know that this matter must be carried out.

"What a poem!" Tan Chun and Xiang Yun clapped their hands and praised.

"Natural and simple, with deep emotions. It's really a good poem, a good poem." Baochai sighed.

Xiangyun smiled heartlessly and said, "Baoyu, you are going to be famous throughout the ages."

Everyone laughed. Brother Cong was so narrow-minded that the word "foolish brother" was obviously a pun.

Based on the theory of this poem, there should be nothing wrong with it being passed down through the ages, and Baoyu naturally became famous accordingly.

Baoyu naturally knew what he was talking about. When he saw Jia Cong writing wonderful poems without hesitation, and his artistic conception was so profound, he couldn't help but sigh, turned around and left.

It's better to go home, there is no place to be ashamed of.

Jia Mu, Mrs. Wang and others could not keep him, so they had to let him go.

They are also illiterate, so they cannot unconscionably say that Jia Cong's poem is not good.

If Jia Zheng saw this poem, I don't know how he would like it.

"Zhen'er, how do you like this poem?" Jia Cong said with a smile.

Daiyu had nothing to say and was really unhappy, so she snorted and left.

Jia Cong secretly regretted that he had gotten carried away and blasphemed her, so he got up and chased after her. Hey, he was playing with his heartbeat, this time he was serious.

Seeing the two people leaving, Jia Huan quickly and carefully put the paper in his arms and said with a smile: "I asked a craftsman to frame it and hang it in the clan school so that the bastard screwdriver can learn from it."

Everyone laughed.

Tanchun tapped his forehead: "It's you who should learn from it."

Jia Huan smiled and said: "I'm much better than them, and I can be regarded as Yun Wen Yun Wu."

Baochai covered her mouth with a smile and looked in the direction where Jia Cong was leaving. Why did this Cong'er offend Zhu'er?

She was also present just now, but for some reason, her face suddenly changed.

Jia Cong chased Daiyu all the way back to Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

"Why are you crying? Third Master, this is..." Liu Shuang said with concern as he watched the two people come in one after another.

"It's okay, little awkward. Aunt Shuang, go and do your own business." Jia Cong smiled and chased Daiyu in.

"Zi'er, is it okay if I'm wrong?" Jia Cong drooled and walked up to sit on the bedside, hugging Daiyu.

Now that a man and a woman are alone in the same room, he is still scared.

"Bah. You only care about your own happiness and don't care about the life or death of others. I won't care about you." Daiyu's eyes were red and she cursed.

"What a pretty girl, couldn't I help myself? I didn't mean to be frivolous. If you want to blame me, blame Baoyu."

"What does it have to do with Baoyu?"

"If he doesn't inspire me, how can I write poetry? If I don't write poetry, why do I need poetry? If I don't need poetry, how can I offend you unintentionally.

The culprit is Baoyu, that's right. "Jia Cong used all the tricks he learned from Zhou Wei.

Daiyu was laughed at by him, and then she pursed her lips tightly and spat: "Shameless! It's also my fault. I have indulged you on weekdays, and that's why you are so lawless. You are not allowed to touch me in the future."

After saying that, he stood up, threw away Jia Cong, and sat on the chair alone, with his back to him.

Jia Cong remembered that when he was watching "The Plum in the Golden Vase" in his previous life, Ximen, a high-ranking official, could bend and stretch. In order to coax a woman, he would kneel down when asked. Recently there is Fatty Feng, who is even more shameless. I should see the wise and think of others.

Yin ran to Daiyu, lifted up his robe, knelt down, lay on her lap, and begged: "Younger, as the saying goes, if you do evil unintentionally, you will not be punished even if you do evil.

Just forgive me for my unintentional mistake this time. I promise to change my past mistakes, learn from my mistakes, be miserable, heartbroken, and cry bitterly..."

"Bah!" Daiyu couldn't help but laugh when she saw his rogue behavior. Seeing him being so humble and petty, her great anger disappeared.

Because he said: "You bastard, if you don't get up yet, let people see what you are like."

"I don't, unless you say spare me. Otherwise I will kneel and die here." Jia Cong plunged into Daiyu's legs, rubbing her legs left and right.

Daiyu felt Jia Cong's hot breath on her legs, which was sore and itchy. She couldn't help laughing and said: "Rogue, I'll spare you, why don't you get up soon."

"I have the order!" Jia Cong jumped up, grabbed Daiyu's hand, and took Daiyu back to the bed and sat down.

"You bastard, you just said you weren't allowed to touch me, why are you here again!" Daiyu said angrily.

"Hey, didn't you just say spare me? If you don't touch me, then of course it won't count. Let's go back to the past and start over." Jia Cong said with a smile.

Daiyu had no choice but to pinch his face gently and spat: "You are really the magic star in my life."

Jia Cong smiled in her ear and said, "Zi'er, there are no outsiders now, can you touch me a little bit?"

"Open it for me, no." Dai Yujiao scolded, feeling an itch in her cochlea and an itch in her heart.

ah! presumptuous! Daiyu's face was red, and her pink fist was weakly beating Jia Cong's chest.

(End of this chapter)