Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Yuanyang snickered and said, "I am indeed a world-famous romantic talent, and I am not afraid of people seeing him." She was just about to help him leave, but she could see clearly from behind.

Jia Cong whispered: "Sister, you have to be kind. Can't you see that this is an accident?"

Yuanyang smiled and glanced at him, saying: "It's not unexpected, I just know it in my heart. We girls don't dare to interfere with the Marquis's affairs."

Amber also joked: "Don't worry, we promise not to tell anyone. Just don't kill people and silence them."

Jia Cong smiled bitterly. Isn't this an unreasonable disaster? He simply stretched out his hand, pressed it on their chests, and threatened: "If you dare to act recklessly again, I will not take mercy lightly."

The two of them exclaimed in unison, grabbed his hand and said angrily: "In this large public, I am so shameless. We just want people to see our reputation. We are not afraid of damaging my reputation."

Jia Cong smiled and said: "You all say that I am a romantic talent. Isn't this the right thing to do? Who can say anything?"

The two of them were so heartbroken by his sudden frivolity that they spat and didn't dare to say anything more.

Jia Cong looked at Yuanyang's thick black hair and slender figure, and felt quite fond of and sympathized with this "golden Yuanyang".

Yin smiled and said: "Sister Yuanyang is old, is there anyone you like? Come on, I'll make the decision for you. My daughter's youth is only for a few years, so don't let the old lady delay her."

Amber chuckled and covered her mouth.

Yuanyang blushed and said angrily: "What did you say? There is no reason for my daughter's family to worry about this.

I have made up my mind to serve the old lady for the rest of my life. If I want to be kind, I will only let Amber make the decision. She will be happy. "

Amber smiled and said: "Sister, don't rely on me. I said I will make the decision for you."

Jia Cong smiled and said: "It's human nature for men to marry when they are young and women to marry when they are young. What's the point? My sister just didn't think about it for a while. If you have someone you like in the future, just tell me.

If you're embarrassed, just tell Sister Ping'er the same thing. Anyway, you've been friends for a long time, so there's no need to be ashamed. "

The cute freckles on Yuanyang's face turned red. Although these words were embarrassing, he knew it was Jia Cong's good intention. He whispered: "The Marquis is drunk, please stop talking. I thank the Marquis for his kindness." That’s it.”

Jia Cong smiled slightly and said no more.

Allowing the two of them to help him back to Dongfu, Qingwen and Qianxue got the message and rushed to the second door to pick him up, complaining: "Why do you drink like this? Thank you two sisters."

"I'm so happy today, I drank two more drinks." Jia Cong said with a smile. In fact, he was not too drunk, but with the support of two pretty girls, he was happy to pretend to be drunk.

Yuanyang smiled and rolled his eyes at Jia Cong, and said with a smile: "Master Hou is very satisfied today. The two concubines are so kind to you. Let's go back first."

"Sisters, walk slowly."

Qingwen hurriedly sent two little girls to see them off. When she turned around, she saw Jia Cong standing there with a clear expression. After thinking about it for a moment, he understood and said sarcastically: "I am really a rag on the stove. You are indispensable for anything involving grease or water. "

Jia Cong said with a smile: "The old lady arranged it, I just don't appreciate it. What's wrong with you? Are you that kind of person?"

Qianxue covered her mouth and smiled without saying a word.

Qingwen wrinkled her delicate Yao nose and spat: "Is it because I don't know what's going on?"

Jia Cong laughed, hugged the two of them, and said: "Okay, since I have taken on this name, I will come to get some benefits and won't suffer any loss."

"I hate it, so many people are watching." Qingwen said angrily.

The three of them laughed and joked all the way back to the main room. Jia Cong didn't want to lie down after drinking, so he went to the study to sit and have tea. The girls came over to chat and laugh with him.

Suddenly he saw a piece of pink paper pressed on the desk, which didn't look like his own, so he asked, "What is that?"

The girls followed his gaze, and Chu Chan hurriedly stood up, took the note, and said with a smile: "This is the greeting card sent by Master Miaoyu in the garden today. When you go out, you can press it here first, and wait. You come back again.”

Jia Cong took it and took a look at it. He couldn't help laughing when he saw that it read: "Outside the threshold, Miaoyu Gongsu kowtowed the joy of becoming a marquis from a distance."

"What are you laughing at? Did she write it wrong?" Wanyan'a said charmingly.

"Silly girl, I heard that Miss Miaoyu is very knowledgeable. Why do you write such a sentence wrong?" Wan Yanshan said with a smile.

Jia Cong said with a smile: "You don't know that Miaoyu is the most aloof and self-centered person. Her invitation to pay homage is very rare." I vaguely remember that in the original work, Miaoyu's invitation to pay homage was only given to Baoyu. Unexpectedly, I actually have this honor.

Chu Chan smiled and said, "Then how can Cong'er answer her?"

According to the rules and etiquette, when you receive a greeting card, you must return the greeting, otherwise you will be arrogant, just like receiving someone else's business card in future generations and asking for one in return.

Jia Cong thought for a while and said, "Sister Chan, you don't know, Miaoyu is taking a test on me."

He couldn't remember the original book clearly, but when he saw this famous post, he suddenly remembered it. It seemed that the three words "outsider" were very important.

"How do you say this?" Chu Chan asked.

"You see, the word 'outsider' seems to have a deeper meaning.

If I hadn't figured it out and replied randomly, she would definitely make fun of me for not being the most talented person in the world. "Jia Cong said.

Chu Chan was also a talented girl with a family background. She thought for a while and said: "The word "outside the threshold" is not uncommon. There are many places in ancient sentences. For example, Wang Bo's "Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows freely", Liu Yuxi "Outside the sill, the mountains are covered with lush greenery, and the rays of sunlight shine on the green pine tops";
Pi Rixiu's poem "Outside the low sill of the Maoyuan tower, Taihu fish and birds can be seen in the pond"; Cen Shen's "Outside the sill is low, the Qinling Mountains are low, and the window is small in the Wei River".

Outside the threshold refers to outside the railing. Where is Miaoyu outside the threshold? In fact, there is no need to work hard on these false claims. Just look at what Cong'er wants and then prescribe the right medicine. "

Jia Cong smiled and said: "She is a girl who is neither a monk nor a monk. What do I want from her? Forget it, ignore her."

Chu Chan rolled her eyes at him meaningfully and said with a smile: "Of course she has something that tempts Cong'er."

Jia Cong laughed dryly and said, "Sister Chan is teasing me again. Have I never seen the world?"

Chu Chan laughed, leaned into his ear, and whispered: "Don't Cong'er want to taste what it's like to be from outside the country?"

Jia Cong was itching to be aroused by her. Because the other girls were not showing off, he sat upright and said sternly: "Sister, don't make fun of me. Is Cong a bad person for practicing cultivation?"

The girls were confused when they heard what they were doing, and they hurriedly shouted for Chu Chan to explain.

Chu Chan rolled her eyes at Jia Cong, took the greeting card, sniffed it gently, and said with a smile: "I mean, this Master Miaoyu is really obsessed with Cong'er."

Qingwen said hurriedly: "Where do you start talking about this? Miaoyu has always been aloof and tight."

Chu Chan held the greeting card in her hand and patted it gently, then muttered: "Why is such a high-minded and noble cultivator suddenly concerned about the fame and wealth of this feudal prince?

He also posted a greeting message. Isn’t this six impurities?
You are so lucky to take a look at this greeting card, but you have put a lot of effort into it.

Needless to say, the paper is expensive and expensive. Look at the back. The ink painting of the general Wanli Fenghou was painted one stroke at a time.

There is also a pleasant smell of sandalwood that lingers for a long time, showing that it has been specially smoked. Is it possible that such attentiveness is due to the friendship of Landlord Cong'er? "

After listening to her analysis, the girls hurriedly took the greeting card and looked at it carefully. They all admired how exquisite the small greeting card was.

Jia Cong couldn't help but marvel and said with a smile: "That girl Miaoyu can't hide it when she meets Sister Chan."

Chu Chan smiled proudly and said, "Since we know that the beauty is interested, does Cong'er have any intention?"

Jia Cong was a little surprised and asked: "Why is my sister so generous and not jealous?"

Chu Chan pursed her lips and smiled, and whispered in his ear: "Good brother, sister, as long as you are happy, you will be happy."

When Jia Cong heard this, he was inexplicably moved. He couldn't help but reach out and pull Chu Chan into his lap and sit on his lap, saying, "Sister Cong De, you are so lucky in your life."

Chu Chan hooked her arms around his neck and said with a smile, "Cong'er's mouth is so sweet."

"Sister's mouth is sweeter." Jia Cong said with a smile.

Chu Chan chuckled and said, "Do you want to taste Master Miaoyu's mouth?"

Jia Cong was speechless for a moment when he thought of Miaoyu's tall, graceful and as cold as a fairy.

Chu Chan didn't know how stupid he was, so she covered her mouth with a smile, stood up, took the worship box from the cabinet, and took out a blank post.

After pondering for a moment, he wrote: Jia Cong, the lost man, returns to pay his respects. Turn it over and it reads: But please be compassionate and enlightened by the great master.

She deliberately concealed her daughter's handwriting, and wrote it in handsome and elegant cursive, with strong muscles and bones. If someone read it like that, an unsuspecting person would definitely think that it was written by a young man.

Jia Cong said in astonishment: "Sister, what does this post mean?"

Chu Chan smiled like a vixen and said, "You have fought so many battles, killed countless people, and committed so many crimes. Don't you need Master Miaoyu to give you some relief?
Since she claims to be an outsider, no matter what kind of background she is, she is presumably claiming to be aloof. In her eyes, we are naturally insiders in the ordinary world.

And you are not only an insider, but also a lost person. Don’t you need Miaozhu’s mercy and salvation even more?
I heard that Avalokitesvara has a merciful act of physical charity. I wonder if Master Miaoyu has it? "

Jia Cong shook his head and laughed, saying: "It makes sense, sister Chan is really the daughter of Zhuge.

Jinchuan'er, take this post to Caicui'an and submit it, saying that I will pay my respects to Master Miaoyu. "

Jin Chuaner agreed and went.

Seeing the two of them whispering, Qingwen said angrily: "What bad ideas are you planning again?"

Jia Cong waved his hand and said with a smile: "Isn't this courtesy?"

Although he didn't have any thoughts about Miaoyu, he did feel a little curious about Miaoyu's expression when she received this post. Jia Cong was very amused when he thought of how she had accomplished her feats, and it was good to play pranks occasionally.

That's how it is. A teenage girl should act like a teenager, pretending to be a master of extinction or a goddess of the South China Sea.

Seeing his evil smile, Chu Chan chuckled and said, "Is Cong'er thinking about how to get the nectar from the Yang Zhi of the great scholar?"

Jia Cong smiled and said, "No, I just want my sister's wine."

Chu Chan covered her mouth and smiled, glanced at Qingwen and others, turned her back to them, and breathed Rulan into Jia Cong's ear: "Do you want Cong'er to eat or use it?"

Goblin! Jia Cong's heart tightened and his blood boiled. (End of chapter)