Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 39 Sleepless Tonight
  Jia Cong hurriedly interrupted her: "Since Sister Bao knows my thoughts, I don't know my sister's thoughts."

Baochai's eyes were like water, and she gave him a soft glance. She gently touched Jia Cong's forehead with her jade finger and spat: "Cong'er, you are dishonest. With your temperament of not being an eagle when you see a rabbit, if you are not 70-80% sure, Would you risk the disdain of the world and break into my boudoir at night? But now you come to ask me, it shows that you are really bad."

Jia Cong laughed softly and said, "Although I have some random guesses in my mind, I can only feel relieved when I hear Sister Bao tell her personally."

Baochai was so shy that she couldn't help but said angrily: "What can I say?" Brother Cong was too abrupt. How could his daughter's family express such words? Seeing that Jia Cong was unwilling to give up, he couldn't shirk it, so he had to say softly: "Sijun Like running water, there is no end to it." Before he could finish his words, he was already so embarrassed that he covered his face with his hands.

Jia Cong was so happy that he felt like an immortal. He almost left his body and was stunned for a moment. Sister Bao admitted in person that she liked him.

"fool!"

Jia Cong's soul returned to his place and he praised: "Sister Bao is indeed a talented person. She casually recited such a beautiful sentence. I admire her."

Baochai covered her mouth and smiled softly, ignoring him.

Jia Cong was confused and asked, "What's the problem?"

"This is Xu Weichang's poem, so it is naturally a good line." Baochai said with a smile.

Ugh, I made a fool of myself. Jia Cong blushed and said with a dry smile: "Who is Xu Weichang? Is he famous?"

Seeing his embarrassment, Baochai became even more amused and said, "One of the seven sons of Jian'an, do you think he is famous? I really don't know how you compose poetry. Even he doesn't know. Aren't I playing the piano to a cow?"

Jia Cong suddenly realized that of course he knew about the Seven Sons of Jian'an, but he didn't know exactly which seven people they were. Anxious to save face, he coughed twice and said proudly: "I have never heard of it. I guess Xu Weichang's poems are mediocre. I just composed a poem, and I don't expect it to be inferior to him."

"You're so bold, you've broken the cowhide carefully." Baochai smiled and pinched his cheek gently, her tone was intimate and natural, as if she was teaching her brother a lesson.

Jia Cong couldn't bear to say this. He pushed Baochai away and walked to the table. He picked up his pen and wrote with a swipe, "How can there be no good poems in the beautiful scenery tonight? I gave this poem to Sister Bao to compare it with others." How about Xu Weichang?"

Baochai raised her beautiful eyebrows, full of expectation, and hurried over to read the poem Jia Cong specially sent to her.

Suddenly I heard a commotion outside, and the mother-in-law hurriedly came to report: "Miss Ying'er, have you had a rest? The mother-in-law who was watching the night in the house just came to report that there were fresh footprints on the wall, or someone was stealing. The thief sneaked into the house. Now he is searching everywhere."

"Miss, you have rested. Nothing happens here. You can go check outside." Ying'er dismissed her outside.

Baochai was very anxious and said hurriedly: "If you don't leave quickly, it will be too late."

Jia Cong pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "Why are you so anxious? The night watchwoman was just a little suspicious when she saw the footprints. She looked around and disappeared naturally if she couldn't find them. She doesn't know how to search every room. I'm afraid it's just right for me to go out now. If you bump into a servant, wait for a while and the wind will subside before leaving."

When Baochai thought it right, she was slightly relieved, turned to look at Jia Cong and said angrily: "You said you could come and go freely, as if you were in a deserted place, and you were noticed in a blink of an eye. You are really a toad, no wonder you want to Write a frog poem.”

Jia Cong smiled, hugged her and said, "If I wasn't a toad, how could I dare to eat Sister Bao's swan meat?"

"Bah, you're glib!" Baochai spat, took the poem over and looked at it, and immediately couldn't take his eyes away. After a long time, he looked up at Jia Cong, with brilliant eyes: "Cong'er, you are really... really really …”

"What is it? Do you want to say that I am more beautiful than Pan'an, and more talented than Zijian?" Jia Cong said proudly.

Baochai bit her lip gently, looked at Jia Cong and said, "Although I missed, it's not far off."

Jia Cong laughed in a low voice and said, "Since I have written a good poem, can Sister Bao be rewarded?"

"What do you want?" Baochai glared at him and looked away.

"I want this." Jia Cong smiled slightly, reached out to lift her delicate chin, and kissed her directly.

Baochai groaned, stretched out her hand to reject it subconsciously, but she didn't have half the strength to do so, and she had already fallen limply into Jia Cong's arms. There is only one thought left in my mind, is Cong'er really good or bad?

How could Jia Cong miss a good opportunity? He hugged Baochai's warm and soft body, kissed her passionately, put Baochai on his knees, and sat back on the bed.

Baochai didn't dare to raise her head and huddled in his arms. She lightly punched his chest with her pink fist and said resentfully: "If you treat me like this, I will never have any reputation in the future."

Jia Cong said hurriedly: "Sister Bao, don't worry, I won't let you end up. In fact, I have already planned in my heart. When I spell a MG in two years, I will naturally take you away. No one can stop me, including Aunt Xue."

Baochai shook his head: "Since ancient times, marriage matters have been dictated by the parents and the matchmaker. How can you make the decision yourself? Wouldn't that be private... elopement?"

Jia Cong smiled and said: "Don't worry, I have a way to make Aunt Xue recognize me as her son-in-law."

"My mother wanted to give me... to Baoyu, saying it would be the best for the Xue family. She would not change her mind easily." Baochai stared at him with big eyes flickering, looking very curious.

Jia Cong whispered: "You don't know the true face of Mount Lu, just because you are in this mountain. Aunt Xue is just a woman, so it is not easy to make her submit? Why worry?" Baochai's eyes lit up, and he spoke Repeatedly reciting the verses that Jia Cong recited casually, he couldn't help but praise: "Cong'er, are you a literary star descending to earth? How come you can come up with such beautiful lines at your fingertips? The language is simple and has endless meanings. It's really enviable."

Jia Cong chuckled and said, "I have a lot of abilities. Sister Bao will know about it in the future."

Baochai couldn't help but hugged his neck and nodded. Now she really believed in Jia Cong's ability to turn the tide: "Then how do you convince my mother?"

"Why do you need persuasion? When the time comes, I will just come to propose marriage. If Aunt Xue refuses, I will threaten to go to the Ministry of Punishment and Dali Temple to expose Brother Xue's use of slaves to beat people to death. Hehe, do you think Aunt Xue will give in?"

Baochai spat: "You are really bad to the core. If this happens, won't both the Jia family and the Xue family be offended?"

Jia Cong smiled and said: "I said, you are the most important person in my life. So why not if I betray the world for you?"

"I don't want you to be Cao Mengde, I don't like it." Baochai shook his head.

"Actually, if this method is not safe, I have another plan. The noise will be very small, the chance of winning is greater, and it won't offend anyone, except your mother." Jia Cong said, he had already made a plan.

"What way?"

"With my skills, I will pretend to be a thief and kidnap Brother Xue. What do you think Aunt Xue will do?" The kidnapping that day gave Jia Cong some ideas.

"You...you are so brave." Baochai laughed dumbly, but she had to admit that these two methods were very sure to deal with Aunt Xue.

Jia Cong said with a smile: "I have carefully considered Aunt Xue's temperament. Her lifeblood is Brother Xue. As long as I catch Brother Ling, I will make ten thousand conditions, and she will have to hold her nose and admit it."

Baochai seemed to know Jia Cong all over again and said, "Cong'er, I never thought that you could be so bad at such a young age. How can you still get it in the future?"

"I'm only bad to other people and good to you."

"Bah, you're glib." Baochai spat at him with a smile. The sorrow in her heart had long gone. According to Cong'er's method, she seemed to be able to sit back and relax.

"Okay, it's getting late, I should go." Jia Cong heard that it was quiet again outside and was about to get up.

Baochai asked, "Have you left now?" As soon as he said the words, he couldn't help but blush, deeply regretting his mistake, and secretly blaming himself for saying something stupid. Didn't this make him look down on me.

Jia Cong smiled and said, "Is it possible that Sister Bao still wants to stay as a guest?"

"No. I, I didn't mean that. I meant...be careful when you go back, don't let anyone see you." Baochai explained hurriedly.

Jia Cong leaned closer, gave her a gentle peck on her warm and full lips, and said with a smile: "Sister Bao, don't worry, I have my own sense of proportion." After saying that, he gently opened the window and suddenly looked back at Baochai.

Baochai lowered her head following his gaze and saw him staring at her chest with evil intentions. She quickly pulled up her clothes to cover it and said shyly: "Dirty seed, what are you looking at?"

"Hey, Aunt Xue?" Jia Cong looked behind Baochai in shock.

Baochai hurriedly turned around, only to feel her chest tightening. She didn't know she had been fooled. When she turned around again, there was still half a figure by the window.

What a lecherous little rascal! Baochai's face was as red as blood. She held her heart in her hands and slowly sat on the bed. She was ashamed and annoyed. Suddenly she couldn't help but burst into laughter. Her eyes were filled with tears. Cong'er was like a greedy cat. Did she really like herself so much?

Thinking of this, I looked down at the paper in my hand, and I was already intoxicated by just one glance.

Poetry:

Exploring the treasure hairpin at night to express my feelings
  Youbi incense cars will no longer meet, and the gorge cloud will be everywhere.

The pear fragrance melts in the moonlight in the courtyard, and the catkin pond has a gentle breeze.

After a few days of loneliness and drinking, I stopped smoking for a while.

Where can the fish book be sent? Shui Yuanshan has the same advantages.

Baochai chewed this poem over and over again, and Cong'er's poetry was really not inferior to that of Xu Weichang. The pear fragrance melted in the moonlight in the courtyard, and the catkins and ponds were filled with breeze. How could he write such a good sentence.

I feel happy and proud at the same time. I am happy that this poem was written specifically for me, but I am proud that the author is my future lover. A heart has already been filled with happiness, without any gaps. Is this the taste of love?

Baochai pressed the note to her chest, threw herself on the bed, and hid her blushing face deeply under the quilt. She was destined to have no sleep tonight.

(End of this chapter)