Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 6 Poems for Qingwen
  "Okay, since it is the wish of the late Duke, let's do it like this. Brother Feng, clean up a yard for Brother Cong and arrange it smoothly. Everything should be the same as Brother Huan." Jia's mother has been living in the house all her life. , Xiao Jiujiu couldn't see through Jia Cong, but when he thought of the scars all over his body, he couldn't bear it. After all, he was his grandson, so he nodded along with the flow.

Sister Feng hurriedly agreed and said: "There is nothing we can do in the middle of the night. Why don't I clean it up in a few days and then move Brother Cong over? What does the old lady like?"

Just as Jia Mu was about to nod, Jia Cong hurriedly interrupted: "It's okay, Sister-in-law Feng, please take your time to clean up. I'll just squeeze in your yard for the next two days. My master wants me to move here immediately. How dare Cong delay?" ? Second sister-in-law, you won’t not take in your brother, right?” I’m joking, if I go back to the East Road Courtyard tonight, I’ll probably be beaten to death. Sister Feng is really vicious, and she wants to kill herself with just one word.

Wang Xifeng has always been strong. She even tried her best to overpower Jia Lian, let alone Jia Cong. Unexpectedly, she was defeated again and again tonight. She was itching with hatred in her heart, but she was helpless. How could she, as her sister-in-law, still bring her own brother to the door? Extrapolate, do you still want to spread your reputation?

At that moment, he pretended to be angry and said: "What did Brother Cong say? When you come to Second Sister-in-law's place, I can't even welcome you. How can I not keep you? Forget it, you can live in my wing first. You can stay as long as you want." , okay?"

Jia Cong smiled and said, "Then Cong has thanked my sister-in-law for her kindness." Seeing that everything was almost done, he was about to leave when he suddenly saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl in the corner, with big eyes, an oval face, slender shoulders, and a water snake waist. , although she is dressed in maid clothes, her stunning appearance cannot be concealed. She is truly a beauty that is one in a million. Jia Cong suddenly thought of someone, but he didn't know if it was him or not.

Jia Mu saw Jia Cong staring steadily at the corner, turned around and scolded with a smile: "You monkey, why are you staring at my Qingwen? If you don't retreat, this is what I left for Baoyu to command. If you If you want a girl, I’ll send two more to you.”

When Jia Mu said this, everyone laughed. Qingwen was so shy that she hid in the inner room.

Jia Cong was determined that since he was determined to be Qingwen, he would change her fate for her no matter what. In his previous life, his two favorite Red Mansions were Baochai, the young lady, and Qingwen, the young girl.

I don't know if he was stimulated by the beauty, but a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind. He rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "The old lady is joking, how dare Cong compete with Baoyu? I just looked at this sister's kind face and looked at it twice." That’s all.”

Lin Daiyu covered her mouth and smiled softly, and gave Jia Baoyu a meaningful look, meaning that all men have the same routine? Xue Baochai's eyes flashed, looking at Jia Cong with a half-smile, to see what he would say next.

"It's useless to look at it. This girl is good at talking and needlework. Baoyu begged me countless times before I agreed to give it to him, but I can't give it to you." Mother Jia patted Jia Baoyu's head and said. Jia Baoyu stuck his head out and made a face at Jia Cong.

"The old lady is overly worried. Cong has no intention of doing so." Jia Cong hurriedly waved his hands to clarify, "Cong just remembered something, it was of great importance, and he almost forgot to mention it, so he was in a daze."

"Is there anything else?" Mother Jia's heart started to worry again, "Could it be that your master still has some instructions?"

"That's true. Before he left, the master wrote a poem for the old lady and asked me to pass it on."

Everyone exclaimed again, especially Chai, Dai, Tan, Baoyu and others, their eyes were bright. Although the poem just now was majestic, it didn't quite hit home with my daughter. This time it was written to the old lady, and it must be... Words from the boudoir.

"Get the pen and ink quickly." Without waiting for Jia Mu's instructions, Yuanyang had already ordered someone to bring a small table and place it in front of Jia Cong.

Jia Cong was stunned, and suddenly thought that he couldn't write calligraphy at all. Although he inherited the memory of little Jia Cong, who knows if he also inherited the ability to write. If he picked up the pen and found that he couldn't write, wouldn't it be revealed?
  He hurriedly said: "Old lady, this poem by the Grand Master can be read with a cong, but it is a poem of longing. It seems a bit abrupt to be written in public." Chai, Dai, Tan and others saw that he was cheating, and they wanted to strangle him to death. They all gave him a careful look if they didn't confess frankly.

Sister Feng looked at the words and realized something was wrong. She thought Jia Cong was just talking nonsense, so she hurriedly added: "Brother Cong, since it is a love message, why didn't the master just trust the old lady with the dream, but asked you to pass it on? You are not making this nonsense, are you?"

When Jia's mother heard this, she also showed suspicion. How could it be reasonable for a husband to write a love poem to his wife and ask his grandson to pass it on?
  Jia Cong said: "Sister-in-law Feng is right. I asked the grandfather the same thing at that time. The grandfather said that the old lady is already old and cannot withstand great sorrows and joys. What's more, the old lady is rich and will enjoy a long life. At this time, I leave the old lady. It was still early for him to ascend to immortality, so it was not yet time to meet him, so he only met with the old lady in secret, wrote a poem, and ordered me to hand it over. Besides, can Cong, with his little ink, be able to fabricate the poems of the grandpa?"

Everyone nodded, these words made sense. The Duke of Xianrong was worried about the old lady's health, so he did not dare to dream about her. This is a matter of course.

"Daishan...if you see me once, why would I want such trouble and fortune? Even if I go with you, I am willing to do so. Why don't you see me..." I heard that Duke Xianrong was thinking about me all the time. Jia Mu burst into tears again.

Mrs. Wang, Sister Feng and others hurriedly tried to comfort her, "Old lady, don't cry in a hurry. I still have poems for you."

Jia Mu came to her senses and said repeatedly: "Yes, brother Cong, write to me quickly."

Seeing this opportunity, Jia Cong had already thought of a countermeasure, and said with his hand: "Cong's handwriting is clumsy and unsightly. I'm afraid it will tarnish the great master's wonderful words, so I'll ask my third sister to write for me." After saying that, he raised his hand to signal his mother-in-law to write the pen and ink. He was carried to Tanchun, who was good at calligraphy and accepted the order happily.

Jia Cong gathered his thoughts and said in a sweet voice: "The poem goes like this: Die Lian Hua·Send love to your wife like smoke..." Everyone held their breath and listened to him chanting, only Jia Mu's face turned slightly red, her maiden name was Her grandson called her out in front of so many people, which made her feel slightly embarrassed.

"Suddenly, heaven and man have been apart for decades, and now they meet. The beauty is old and beautiful, but the love remains unchanged. I am filled with emotion, so I wrote this poem."

The eyes of Baochai, Daiyu and others were filled with little stars. Just hearing this inscription, the image of an affectionate man appeared on the paper. Tanchun was so excited that his arms trembled slightly and he hurriedly held his right wrist with his left hand.

"After reading all the pain of parting at the end of the world, I return without a way, and the scattered flowers look like this. The flowers look at each other without saying a word, and the spring in the green window is twilight with the sky."

There was a sound of air-conditioning in the hall, and everyone looked at each other. What a stunning and beautiful poem. In just a few words, it conveyed the pain of parting and the sadness of reunion. The artistic conception was sad and sentimental, touching, but also Unconventional, unadorned, real and natural.

At this moment, Jia Cong was like a dazzling flame, attracting the attention of everyone, especially the grandmothers and ladies.

Everyone was waiting for him to sing out the next part, but saw that he looked constipated, and didn't care about the old lady's privacy, so they urged him one after another. “What’s down there?” Yingchun said.

"Hurry up and say something." Baoyu said.

"Brother Cong, you are showing off again, watch your skin." This is Daiyu.

"Brother Cong, tell me quickly, or I won't help you." This is Jia Huan.

Only Baochai guessed a little bit, and just sat elegantly, looking at Jia Cong with a smile.

Jia's mother was immersed in the artistic conception of the poem, with countless emotions in her heart and tears in her eyes. Suddenly she saw that Jia Cong was silent and said hurriedly: "What are you doing again? Why don't you tell me quickly."

"Reporting to the old lady, Cong has a bad memory and can't remember some things."

"You, you monkey, are you going to piss me off to death? You can't remember a single word, so what's the use of you? How can you live up to my master's instructions?" Mother Jia slapped the coffee table and cursed.

"Don't worry, mother. Brother Cong is not good at diction. Let him think about it slowly. Mother, please don't get angry." Jia Zheng quickly stood up to comfort him, and then said to Jia Cong: "Brother Cong. , think about it carefully, be sure to remember that this is the legacy of the late Duke, how precious it is, and there must be no mistakes." He is also a person who loves poetry, and wants to see the whole picture more than anyone else.

"Yes, yes, I'll think about it again." Jia Cong stepped aside and sat down, scratching his head and scratching his head and thinking "hard". He glanced at Jia's mother from time to time, with an unconcealable cunning in his eyes.

People with flexible minds such as Feng Jie'er, Baochai, Daiyu, Tanchun, Jia Huan, etc. have come to their senses at this time. Jia Cong can't think of anything. He clearly wants something and is waiting for a price. And what he wanted was obviously a beauty, so they couldn't help but glare at him.

Seeing that everyone's expressions were wrong, Jia Mu realized it after a moment's thought. Feeling angry and funny, she whispered a few words into Yuanyang's ear. Yuanyang agreed with a smile and returned to the inner room.

After a while, Qingwen came out with a blushing face, carrying a bundle of red silk with ink flowers, like a delicate hibiscus, and stood quietly beside Jia Mu. Jia Cong's eyes suddenly lit up.

Jia Mu said angrily: "If you monkey can remember the following words, I will let Qingwen go with you. If you can't remember, let her go with Baoyu." Jia Baoyu was so anxious that he sweated. After coming down, I worshiped all the gods and Buddhas in my heart for a while, praying that Brother Cong would never think of it.

Jia Cong coughed twice and said sternly: "Old lady, is Cong the person who used the poem to blackmail you? I really didn't think of it just now." Jia Baoyu cursed in his heart, he is a cunning and despicable person, and he said it was not blackmail, how could he be such a person? You will remember it when you come out.

"Do you remember it now?"

"Thanks to the old lady Hong Fu, Cong remembered it. The next line is: Waiting for the love lamp to be told, a wisp of new love, thousands of old hatreds. Most of all, the world can't keep it, the beauty will say goodbye to the mirror and the flowers to the tree."

"What a wonderful word!" Jia Zheng couldn't help but burst into laughter. "The worst thing is that it can't be retained in the world. Zhu Yan's words are like a mirror and a flower. What a miraculous work! Mother, if it weren't for your son's arrogance, my father would become an immortal if he didn't ascend to heaven. , and there is absolutely no such magical pen."

As he said this, he held the poems written by Tan Chun in his hands, looked at them again and again, and tasted them again and again, as if he were drinking fairy wine or getting drunk. Finally, he said with envy: "As soon as this word comes out, my mother will be famous for centuries."

Jia Cong secretly laughed, how can the masterpiece of a master of Chinese studies be trivial?

Mother Jia looked at her nerdy little son and spat: "I still need you to teach him, why don't you show him to me?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Jia Zheng hurriedly handed the paper to Jia Mu.

Jia Mu read it twice, folded it carefully and put it into her sleeve.

Jia Cong resigned at the right time, "It's getting late, so I won't disturb the old lady's rest."

"You go ahead." Mother Jia was not in the mood to pay attention to him, but she saw him staring at Qingwen and winking at her. Apparently he had not forgotten the lucky draw just now. She rolled her eyes at him and said, "Qingwen, just follow her."

When the girls saw Jia Cong's tired look, they all laughed. Sister Feng secretly said, "What a naughty naughty boy, I've made you happy today."

Jia Cong showed a smile of success and retreated. Suddenly, he felt a soft gaze coming towards Baochai from the side of the table. He subconsciously turned his head and looked around. His heart suddenly felt numb, as if he was struck by lightning. He secretly exclaimed that there were such beauties in the world. They were either a disaster or a monster. He didn't dare to look at her anymore. , left in a hurry.

Qingwen blushed, kowtowed to Jia Mu, and followed him.

After he stirred things up, everyone lost interest in celebrating the Lantern Festival, hastily set off fireworks, and left one after another.

(End of this chapter)