Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 336 Birthday Gift

"What is it?" Jia Cong smiled.

Before Daiyu could open her mouth, she heard the woman outside the door coming to report.

"The old lady has put some wine on the table for Mr. Cong to have sex with, and invites the girls to come with her."

Jia Cong smiled slightly, was Jia Mu trying to gain his favor?

Everyone arrived at Rongqing Hall talking and laughing.

Several tables of banquets had already been set up in the hall.

"Oh, two little birthday girls are here. It's rare for the old lady to prepare such a good banquet. I wonder when I have ever had such a good birthday wine after all these years of hard work.

It can be seen that the old lady is too biased and only treats us honest people. According to me, we have been working as cows and horses for so many years. At least we are given a carrot to eat. Don't be too chilling. Sister Feng said with a smile.

Everyone laughed.

Mother Jia spat: "This naughty naughty girl wants to make me angry when she is living a good life, so hurry up and tear her mouth apart from me."

"Old ancestors, when things are unfair, they cry out. You should at least listen to our grievances." Sister Feng said with a smile.

Everyone laughed again.

"Whoever wants to avenge you, please take out this monkey's head." Jia Mu laughed and scolded.

Jia Cong cupped his hands and said, "The old lady loves you so much, and Cong is inexplicably grateful."

Jia Mu smiled and said, "Sit down, you see Tian'er going out so early and coming back late. My wife and I couldn't bear to see it. It's hard for you, a little kid, who has never had a baby since he was a child. Today, I’ll make it up for you.”

Baochai and Daiyu felt a little bitter when they heard this, and their eyes were filled with mist.

All the sisters looked a little gloomy. If Brother Cong hadn't gotten better now, the old lady might not have remembered his birth.

Jia Cong smiled and said: "The ancients said that the sharp edge of a sword comes from sharpening. All the past experiences are the greatest gifts for Cong. How can you get the fragrance of plum blossoms without going through a bone-chilling cold?"

"Okay!" Everyone cheered secretly.

Jia Mu smiled and nodded: "I know you are promising, so I would like to thank the Duke Xianrong for converting it to you. Okay, let's eat first."

Everyone finished their meal in silence.

The girls and women took down the banquet and served wine, tea, fruits and snacks.

Except for Baochai and Daiyu, everyone gave him the gifts they had prepared.

Nowadays, Jia Cong doesn't care about these little things, he just puts them away one by one with a smile.

Jia's mother also ordered her daughter and son to tell stories and the young actors to sing.

Jia Cong was impatient with this, but it was just to wish him a birthday, and he couldn't leave first, so he had to sit in silence.

"Go to my place for supper later." Jia Cong whispered to the sisters.

The girls were overjoyed and nodded hurriedly, fearing that the adults would find out and disturb them.

Baoyu's eyes were hot, but Jia Cong didn't invite him, and he was too embarrassed to take the initiative to go, but he thought that the sisters were all having fun together, so it wouldn't be interesting if he didn't go.

Because he winked at Xiangyun.

Xiangyun covered his mouth with a smile and said, "Brother Cong, take the precious jade with you."

Jia Cong teased: "Baoyu, you are a reader of Zhuangzi, but I am so vulgar that I am afraid of insulting your elegant knowledge."

Everyone laughed secretly.

Baoyu said with a smile: "Elegance will be followed by vulgarity, and vulgarity will be elegance. Both elegance and vulgarity will be appreciated. Both elegance and vulgarity will be appreciated."

Everyone couldn't help it and laughed. Baoyu, the demon king in this world, finally has a nemesis.

Jia Cong chuckled, sat patiently for a moment, and winked at Sister Feng.

Sister Feng rolled her eyes at him, walked over and whispered, "What kind of monster are you doing again?"

"You think of a way to stop it. I don't have time to watch the show with the old lady." Jia Cong whispered.

"Unfilial and dirty seed." Sister Feng spat at him.

She didn't dare to offend him, so she had to walk to Jia Mu and said, "Old lady, Brother Cong has important business tomorrow morning, and I have prepared a return gift from the sisters. Why don't we leave today?" "

Jia Mu nodded and said, "That's fine." She waved her hand and ordered the actors to go down.

Jia Cong was granted amnesty and hurriedly said goodbye and left.

The sisters followed him and finished running with a whoop.

Seeing this, Mother Jia smiled bitterly, these children.

Everyone returned to Rongxi Hall and sat down. Jia Cong spread his hands towards Daiyu and said, "What gift have you prepared for me?"

Daiyu smiled slightly, took out a book from her sleeve and handed it to him.

"Jia Zilong Collection"?

Jia Cong flipped through it casually, and it was filled with poems he had "written", starting from the very beginning with "Butterfly Loves Flowers", "Frog Poems", "Meeting in Joy", "Dian Lips", "Magpie Bridge Immortal" and "Brother-in-Chief Ring". ""Sauve Acacia", "Yanqiu Ci", etc., and the recent "Showing Yudi Baoyu", are all carefully copied in beautiful and elegant small regular script.

Daiyu didn't know except for the poem about Baochai who was inconvenient to reveal to others at night, and the poem she wrote to Ruyi.

"I didn't expect that I am also a poet." Jia Cong laughed while turning over his words.

Baoyu looked at this collection of poems with envy. If it were his own, he would live twenty years shorter.

Baochai smiled and said: "With this collection of poems, Cong'er's name will be passed down to generations."

"You're welcome, you're welcome." Jia Cong returned the collection of poems to Daiyu and said with a smile, "I'll leave it with you first. If I have good poems later, you can add to them."

"Okay." Daiyu took it with a smile.

Jia Cong said again: "Sister Bao, is it time to bring out your gifts?"

Baochai smiled and took out a new handkerchief in Buddhist blue embroidered with auspicious and wishful cloud patterns from his sleeve, and said, "I'm not a good girl, so don't dislike it."

"What exquisite embroidery work." All the girls praised it.

Jia Cong took it. This handkerchief was made of the finest cloud brocade. It was smooth and heavy. Looking closely at the pattern, the cloud patterns at the four corners were intertwined and vaguely formed the character "Cong". It was obvious that a lot of effort had been put into it.

"Sister Bao took the trouble." Jia Cong said with a smile.

"It's not worth anything." Baochai smiled.

Daiyu spread her hands and said, "Now you have collected all your birthday gifts, where are mine?"

Um... Jia Cong rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Of course, Qingwen, go get the gift I prepared for Qi'er." There are many rare treasures in his room, so just pick one and fool him.

"Hey." Qingwen understood, smiled, and hurriedly ran to get it.

Wanyan'a looked confused: "Master, you have even forgotten your own birthday. Do you still remember Miss Lin's birthday?"

Everyone laughed.

Jia Cong's face darkened: "Doesn't this mean that Mr. Ming is not self-interested and only benefits others?"

"When did you prepare the gift? Why didn't I know?" Wanyanwen said.

Everyone laughed from ear to ear.

Why is this girl so stubborn? Jia Cong smiled bitterly.

Daiyu laughed angrily and sneered: "If you are not prepared, you are not prepared, and you still want to trick me, huh."

Jia Cong's heart skipped a beat and he said: "It's just a trivial matter, but it's hard to defeat a talented person? Just write it down."

Xiangyun cheered and got a pen and paper for him.

When everyone saw that he was about to compose a poem, they all gathered around him.

Daiyu looked at him with a mixture of shame and joy, to see what he would write. Jia Cong thought for a while and wrote:

Siyuanren·He Bianer Fangchen

The red leaves and yellow flowers are in late autumn, and I miss travelers who have traveled thousands of miles. The flying clouds have passed away, and I have no letter when I return home. Where can I send a letter? When the tears fall out of the window, I spin the inkstone to grind the ink. Gradually I wrote goodbye. Deep in my feelings, the red paper was colorless.

"How about this? This is a word I thought of when I was in Liaodong. Isn't it very touching?"

Jia Cong smiled proudly and saw that Baochai's expression was a little gloomy. He thought to himself that it was too bad. It was Baochai's birthday and he seemed to have forgotten to give him something.

"In the depth of this love, the red paper is colorless." Everyone chanted this sentence repeatedly, all stroking their hands in admiration.

Baoyu carefully studied the meaning of the poem, thinking that all his feelings were wasted, and he was already crazy.

Daiyu loved it very much. She held it in her hand and admired it repeatedly. From time to time she raised her head and looked at Jia Cong, loving and admiring it.

Jia Cong coughed twice and said: "Get out of the way, don't block me. I forgot, there is another poem that was meant to be a birthday gift to Sister Bao. It's all Baoyu's fault. Why are you reading "Zhuangzi"? I was interrupted."

"What else?" Everyone was surprised and happy, and hurriedly dispersed.

"Me?" Baoyu felt wronged for no reason and backed away angrily.

"It's not who you are." Jia Cong glared at him and said with a smile: "Sister Bao, if you want to blame, blame him."

Baochai rolled her eyes at him, but she didn't know what he was thinking. Seeing him care about her, she was a little happy and said with a smile: "Cong'er can write a poem in seven steps. It's really amazing."

This is an allusion to the fact that he lied about being prepared, but in fact he was just improvising.

Jia Cong denied it flatly and said: "How can this poem be written in a short time? Sister Bao will know it at a glance." After saying this, he wrote another poem.

Xiangyun was the most impatient and hurriedly came over and read:

Linjiang Fairy·He Baochai Fangchen

After the dream, the balcony is high and locked, and the curtain is low when drunk. Last year, when the spring regret came, the fallen flower man became independent and the tiny swift swallows flew together.

I remember the first time I met Baoqing, my heart was full of Luo Yi. The strings of the pipa say lovesickness, the bright moon was there at that time, and the colorful clouds once returned.

Wow! Everyone was in an uproar. This...this word is simply terrible. Brother Cong's poetry is really more talented than Zijian's. He won't let Li Du do it.

It's obviously a level better than the one just now.

"Sister Bao, is it still eye-catching?" Jia Cong said modestly.

Baochai rolled her eyes at him, gently picked up the paper, blew it dry carefully, folded it and put it in her sleeves, pursed her lips and said with a smile: "You are thoughtful."

Daiyu said sourly: "Not only does she have a heart, I think she gave her heart to Sister Bao."

Everyone laughed, waiting to see Jia Cong's joke and how he would deal with the two of them.

Jia Cong pulled Daiyu aside and whispered: "Don't be so arrogant. I wrote three poems for you and three poems for Sister Bao. Brother, I can handle a bowl of water evenly."

Daiyu spat: "What a good example. Today, I am obviously my biological child, but you prefer one to another. What a fallen flower man, who is independent, and a pair of swift and swift birds. What a good moon, when the bright moon was there, he returned home under the colorful clouds. Hmph, you are just partial. .”

"In the depth of this love, the red paper is colorless. Isn't it wonderful enough?" Jia Cong hurriedly cried out for injustice.

"Bah, if there wasn't the latter one, it would be fine. It pales in comparison." Daiyu pouted her lips.

Jia Cong smiled and said: "When you have nothing to do, think more about your "Magpie Bridge Immortal", and you will be balanced."

Daiyu laughed. Compared with "Linjiang Immortal", "Magpie Bridge Immortal" was not even half as good. Because her eyes were wandering, she rolled her eyes at him and let him go for the time being.

If Jia Cong was granted amnesty, he turned around and said with a smile: "You are all seated. I am happy to give you a book for free."

Everyone cheered and rushed to sit down. After listening to Jia Cong's good story, it was absolutely unacceptable for them to hear the cliche of the scholar first son again.

Jia Cong held Baochai's little hand from behind and said with a smile: "Sister Bao, do you like this poem?"

Baochai nodded shyly and said, "You scoundrel, why don't you learn well and your stomach is full of love poems?"

Jia Cong smiled dryly and said: "Occasionally I get it, I laugh every time I see it."

Baochai sneered and said, "Looking at your guilty conscience, it looks like you stole it."

Jia Cong fooled him and found out that Baochai was really smart and he really had a guilty conscience.

"Third brother, come sit down and tell us a story." Tan Chun and others urged.

"Here we are." Jia Cong took Baochai and Daiyu to sit down and said with a smile, "Where did you talk about last time?"

"Speaking of Linghu Chong waking up from Wu Ba Gang and hearing his mother-in-law playing the piano in the thatched cottage." Xiang Yun said eagerly.

Jia Cong laughed, shook his head and said, "If I don't tell you, no matter how hard you try, you won't be able to guess who this 'mother-in-law' is."

"Isn't she Luzhuweng's aunt? She is also proficient in music, so she must be a senior figure in the world like a wandering cloud and wild crane." Xiangyun said.

Tan Chun said: "He also redressed Linghu Chong's grievances, healed his injuries, and taught him the art of piano. He must be a young and virtuous person from the outside world."

Everyone nodded.

Baoyu hurriedly said: "Swordsman of the Swordsman cannot be played by anyone who has not mastered the music and internal skills. I guess my mother-in-law is a reclusive martial arts master."

Baochai covered her mouth and said with a smile: "Cong'er is so proud, she must have amazing skills to turn things around."

"Don't betray me, tell me quickly." Daiyu said angrily.

Jia Cong said with a smile: "This mother-in-law is a bit shy like Qi'er. She asked Linghu Chong to escort her, but she was not allowed to look at her, not even her clothes, shoes, socks, or shadow. It's really weird."

Daiyu said angrily: "It means that this mother-in-law comes from a famous noble family and has never been married. How can she be seen by her foreign husband casually? It is everyone's style to be so polite and self-restrained. What's wrong with her?"

Jia Cong laughed loudly and said, "Okay, you are such a beautiful lady."

"If you make fun of me again, watch your skin carefully." Daiyu spat.

"Cong'er, just say it quickly." Baochai couldn't help it anymore and glared at him.

Jia Cong then stopped talking and began to tell a story. As the plot unfolded, everyone became nervous, laughed, curious, unbearable, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"But they said they were injured, and neither of them wanted to take the pill left by Fang Sheng. Linghu Chong tried to persuade him a few times, but it was of no use. He deliberately rolled down the slope, and was scratched by sharp rocks all over his face. But he endured the pain and refused to speak."

"Oh, Linghu Chong is really a hero." Tan Chun said.

"I said he was a fool." Xiangyun said with a smile.

"I said he was an idiot." Daiyu said.

"I said he is a sincere gentleman." Baochai smiled.

"When my mother-in-law saw him falling down the mountain stream, she quickly rolled down. She grabbed Linghu Chong by his vest and lifted him out of the water."

"Linghu Chong drank some water and calmed down, but he saw in the reflection of the clear water..."

"What did you see?" everyone asked hurriedly.

"When you see the person behind you, you don't see some gray-haired and chicken-skinned mother-in-law. Hey! She turns out to be a beautiful young girl of seventeen or eighteen years old!" Jia Cong slapped the table.

"What?!" Everyone was in an uproar.

"It's unreasonable! She's obviously an old woman, but she insists on saying she's a girl." Baoyu shook his head.

Jia Cong sneered: "Whether it is reasonable or not, it will become clear later."

"Tell me, what's next?" Daiyu, Xiangyun and others rushed over.

Jia Cong smiled and said: "If you want to know what happened next, please listen to the explanation next time." After speaking, he winked at Baochai and Daiyu.

Everyone begged one after another as if they were mourning for their heirs.

Baochai and Daiyu naturally knew what he meant, so they spat hard, but they couldn't do anything to him.

(End of this chapter)