Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 341 Ling Guan Painting Cong

Another thing happened, and Jia Cong was very happy. This time it is estimated that more than 10 million silver will be collected, and Jin Yiwei will get several million. With the existing old foundation and other ways to make money, Jin Yiwei will not be short of money in the future. Money.

If the yamen is rich, it will be easier for me as a palm print officer.

He went straight back home, ready to go back to the garden to have fun.

First, I went to the Xiaoxiang Pavilion to look for Daiyu, and heard what Zicuckoo said about it.

Jia Cong then went to the thatched cottage in Qingtang to look for Wan Yanwen.

However, they learned from the two Jurchen girls who were looking after the house that Wanyanwu had gone out of the city to supervise the construction of Zhuangzi and was not here.

Jia Cong went to Hengwu Garden again. On this hot day, Sister Bao was afraid of the heat, so she must be at home.

Just after crossing the Qinfang Gate Bridge, I heard the faint sound of choking coming from a rose flower stand beside the road, like weeping and complaining. I don't know which little girl was crying here.

Jia Cong quietly walked over and looked through the hole in the fence. He saw a girl squatting under a tree, holding a hairpin in her hand and scratching something on the ground. It didn't look like she was writing or drawing.

Because the girl's back was turned to Jia Cong, her face could not be seen, but judging from her slender back, she seemed to have a good figure. Jia Cong smiled slightly, walked over gently, stood behind her, and looked down from a high position.

I saw dozens of strange patterns painted on the ground, like a small bamboo tube, but there were eight corners on the outside, four at the top and four at the bottom. I don't know what the purpose was.

"What are you drawing?"

The girl suddenly felt that the sunlight above her head was blocked. She quickly turned her head to look. When she saw it was Jia Cong, she screamed in fright and sat down on the ground, her face turned pale.

Jia Cong smiled and said, "Am I so scary?" He stretched out his hand.

The girl was stunned, then shyly stretched out her hand and gently placed it on Jia Cong's hand. I felt my hands tighten, a surge of strength surged in, and I stood up involuntarily.

Jia Cong supported her and took a closer look. He saw that this girl had a frown on her face, her eyes were furrowed, her face was thin and her waist was slim. She looked like Lin Daiyu, and she was actually a senior official.

"What are you doing here?" Jia Cong smiled.

The senior official blushed, shook his head and said, "Back to Third Master, I didn't... didn't do anything. I just had nothing to do and was stubborn."

"I'm not a tiger, why are you nervous? I heard you were crying just now, but are you homesick?" Jia Cong said with a smile.

The young official bit his lower lip, his big eyes filled with tears. He looked at Jia Cong without saying a word and nodded slightly.

Jia Cong smiled and said: "What's it worth? Are your parents still there?"

Official Ling said: "Yes."

"If you want to go home, I will send someone to take you back. However, since your parents can sell you once or a second time, they may not be able to sell you to a good family next time, so why not just stay here. "

This was an excuse. Seeing that Jia Cong wanted to let her go, the young official almost burst into tears. Fortunately, the conversation changed and he stopped sending her away, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

He said hurriedly: "The third master has been so kind and kind, but the senior official has not repaid me, so how dare he leave."

Jia Cong smiled and said, "Are you bought by that boy Jia Qiang? What kind of kindness do I have?"

Ling Guan lowered his head and said: "The third master treats Ling Guan as a human being and even teaches me how to sing songs. This is a great kindness."

Um? Jia Cong was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that when he first came back, the sisters did the drinking order and sang a song to the senior official in the Qingtang hut, but he did it casually, and he couldn't remember it.

"Thank you for remembering. Don't cry alone in the future. If you have anything that worries you, go talk to Miss Lin. Just say that I asked you to go.

If you look alike, she must like you. "Jia Cong smiled and waved his hands, turned around and left.

Lingguan watched him leave, unable to hold back her tears. Ever since she heard the song "Girl by the Bridge", she often came to Qinfang Gate Bridge to relax and reminisce when she had nothing to do. Who would have thought that today she would meet Jia Jia? Cong.

Just as Jia Cong turned around a flower stand, he saw a slender and elegant figure turning around in the Taolin Mountain Col behind the Aojingxi Pavilion. He was carrying a gauze bag and a lotus hoe on his shoulder. It was not Daiyu.

Seeing her outfit, Jia Cong couldn't help laughing. Daiyu was buried in flowers? !

Busy followed quietly and hid behind the flower tree. He saw Daiyu digging a shallow pit and burying the gauze bag filled with peach petals. She stood there for a long time with a flower hoe and sighed softly.

He chanted: "When the flowers fade and the flowers fly all over the sky, who can take pity on them when their fragrance disappears... Once the spring is gone, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die."

Jia Cong hid aside, wanting to laugh but not daring to. After enduring it for a long time, I finally couldn't bear it anymore, burst out laughing, and then burst into laughter.

Daiyu heard someone laughing and quickly looked over. When she saw it was him, she couldn't help but blush and said angrily: "You heartless short-lived..."

As soon as he said the word "short-lived", he covered his mouth again, stamped his feet, stopped taking the flower hoe, turned around and left.

"Hey, go slowly, I'm a serious person. Under normal circumstances, I will never laugh at others." Jia Cong hurriedly took two steps forward and pulled her, "Unless I can't help it."

"Bah, you are gloating about your misfortune. I am too lazy to care about you when you are a villain." Daiyu was interrupted by someone in such a poignant scene and was laughed at. She suddenly became angry with shame and walked away.

Jia Cong followed closely behind with a smile, and forced her to sit on a big rock beside Qinfang River and under the peach blossom tree, apologizing and begging for mercy.

Daiyu turned around and said, "I'm feeling uncomfortable. You don't say to be relieved, but instead you laugh at me." Her eyes turned red as she said that.

Jia Cong said, "The poem I just heard written by Zhuo'er was excellent. What's its name?"

"Yin of Burial Flowers." Daiyu said softly.

"It sounds too sad to me. It shouldn't be my sister's current state of mind."

"I did it on a whim yesterday, thinking about the time in the past few years." Daiyu said.

Jia Cong said: "That's right. I was just wondering, which girl in the world would be so sad after getting her husband? It doesn't make sense."

Daiyu laughed at his shamelessness and spat: "You will put gold on your face."

Jia Cong smiled and said, "Those who know me are the ones who know me. This is my greatest advantage. I hope you discover it." "Fuck you." Daiyu stood up and was about to leave, but was hugged by Jia Cong.

"This is outside! Be respectful!" Daiyu said anxiously.

"Sister, listen to me and say a few words, and then I'll let you go."

"Okay, I'll just listen. Let go and tug at it no matter what." Daiyu said helplessly.

Jia Cong smiled and let go of his hand, saying: "Just now I heard that there was something in the poem about feeling sad about spring and autumn, and lamenting the falling flowers. I think it's unnecessary."

"I would like to hear the details." Daiyu said.

"Flowers are there every year, and they are average every year. What's the value?" Jia Cong said with a smile.

Daiyu said angrily: "How could you, a common man, know about Hua'er's pain?"

"Hey, are you talking about yourself?" Jia Cong said in surprise: "What pain do you have to say to my brother? Oh, by the way, you said, the person who buries flowers today laughs like crazy, but he will bury him next year. I don't know who he is. ?

What's there to worry about? Mei'er is a fairy from heaven who descends to earth and will naturally return to heaven after a hundred years. Why does she still need this skin? "

Seeing his playful smile, Daiyu became more and more angry and spat: "You are just a dishonest person. People talk to you so easily, but you only make fun of him."

Jia Cong smiled bitterly and sighed: "I speak from the bottom of my heart, but I am misunderstood. I am much more wronged than this flower."

"Bah, you're glib." Although Daiyu was angry, she was a little happy when Jia Cong compared her to a fairy.

"Forget it, since we are talking about this, my brother will teach you how to write poetry." Jia Cong shook his sleeves, looking like a gentleman.

Daiyu's eyes lit up. She had always admired Jia Cong's poetic talent and said hurriedly: "I am all ears."

Jia Cong coughed twice and said seriously: "As the ancients said, you should be happy but not obscene, sad but not sad. This is what you see in "Swordsman".

Good music is like this, and so are good poems. My sister cried when she saw the flowers, and was extremely sad. This is too much, but it is not enough, and it is not beautiful.

Considering how light the petals are, how can I bear my sister's grief? When others read it, they may feel it is a bit unrealistic. "

Daiyu rolled her eyes at him and said, "How do you know the pain in someone's heart?"

Jia Cong smiled and said: "Zi'er said who in this world is not miserable? I came here just now and saw a little girl hiding behind the flower stand crying."

"You said it lightly, then you can write a poem about falling flowers and let me hear it." Daiyu smiled with a hint of wisdom in her eyes.

Jia Cong smiled and said, "If you do well, will you be willing to give me some charity?"

"You do it first, but you are talking big words." Daiyu said angrily.

"Okay, listen. Falling red is not a heartless thing. It turns into spring mud to protect flowers. Does it have a different artistic conception?" Jia Cong said with a smile.

Daiyu's eyes lit up and she chewed it twice. She was surprised and happy, and praised: "Brother Cong is really quick in thinking, and he recited such beautiful sentences casually. Why are there only two sentences?"

Because I only remember these two sentences... Jia Cong smiled dryly and said: "It would be good to have two good sentences."

"Anymore?"

"Of course there is. Well, the red rain makes waves as it pleases, and the green mountains turn into bridges on purpose. How about it?"

"What a great sentence!" Daiyu clapped her hands and said with a smile: "After listening to Brother Cong's poem, I immediately became cheerful, as if all my worries were gone."

Jia Cong leaned forward with a salivating expression on his face and said, "Can you please help me with your frown?"

Daiyu hurriedly pushed him away and spat shyly: "What are you doing in broad daylight? Let's talk about it when we get back."

"Yes." Jia Cong hurriedly sat down and suddenly said with a smile: "By the way, Zhu'er is very knowledgeable and talented. Let me test you on something to see if you recognize it."

After saying that, he raised his hand and broke off a branch, and drew a strange pattern on the ground, which was exactly what Ling Guan had just drawn.

Daiyu covered her mouth and smiled: "Where did you see it?"

Jia Cong smiled and said: "That girl just cried and drew it on the ground. I don't know what it is."

Daiyu'e frowned slightly and said, "Which girl?"

"There is a young actor named Ling Guan, who looks a bit like you."

Daiyu sneered and said: "You, the flood has really washed away the Dragon King Temple, and I don't even know my family anymore."

"Huh?" Jia Cong was stunned.

"This is 'Cong', you 'Tian Boguang'." Daiyu stretched out her fingers and tapped Jia Cong's forehead hard, stood up and left.

"What?" Jia Cong hurriedly caught up and explained, "I am innocent."

"Pooh."

"What about what we just agreed to do?"

"Who said yes to you?"

……

Jia Cong smiled bitterly, Daiyu was Daiyu, and she was so fresh and refined even if she defaulted on her debt.

What happened to the young official? He seems to be only thirteen or fourteen years old? Were the ancients so precocious?

Jia Cong smiled complacently. There was nothing he could do about it. Men who are too good will always have to bear these troubles.

(End of this chapter)