Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 7 I am a good person
  Jia Congzhi returned to Sister Feng's yard with great satisfaction. Jia Lian and Wang Xifeng hadn't come back yet. A maid came up with several wives and wives and said with a smile: "I just found out that Mr. Cong is coming to stay for a while. I'm in a hurry." Clean up the east wing and let the third master see what's missing. I'll ask them to take care of it right away. Please forgive me for any neglect."

Jia Cong saw that the visitor was only twenty-nine years old. He was wearing a pomegranate red Liuyun Wufu silver mouse coat, an emerald gold-embroidered cotton skirt, a green satin chinchilla coat, and a pair of shrimp whisker bracelets on his white and tender wrists. Delicate and pretty, with a kind demeanor, she instantly recognized the number in her mind, nodded and said: "Thank you, Sister Ping'er, sorry for bothering you."

"Third Master Cong is so polite. You are the biological brother of our Second Master and Second Grandma. If you are willing to come and live with us, our servants' faces will also look bright." Ping'er said with a smile.

Jia Cong smiled slightly, your second grandma may not think so, and without saying much, she took Qingwen into the house and walked around. Everywhere was spotless, the mattresses and curtains were all brand new, and there were pots, cups, Bowls, lamps, charcoal basins, fumigation cages, barrels and other items are all available, and tables, chairs and screens are arranged in an orderly manner, which obviously shows that a lot of effort has been put into it.

"Thanks to Sister Laoping'er's troubles, this place is very good. I like it very much."

"There's no need to bother. Isn't this the duty of our servants? It's already late. I'll just let them fetch water to wait for the third master to rest, right?" Ping'er said.

"Okay." Jia Cong nodded. He was exhausted after a night of trouble.

At that moment, Ping'er and others retreated, leaving only Jia Cong and Qingwen in the room.

Seeing Qingwen unpacking her baggage on the small bed outside and tidying up quickly with her hands and feet, Jia Cong secretly smiled in his heart. This girl got into the role quite quickly and was very familiar with her business.

As if feeling Jia Cong's gaze behind her, Qingwen's hand movements stagnated slightly, and she turned around and glared at Jia Cong. Originally, she had begun to see Jia Cong's heroic posture and eloquent conversation while practicing martial arts in front of everyone, and she still felt sorry for him in her heart. I had some good impressions and admiration, but later I saw that he had used an inexplicable bad poem to force me away from Jia Mu, and I decided in my heart that he was a shameless villain who was greedy for beauty.

She and Jia Baoyu have always been familiar with each other. In addition, Baoyu has outstanding appearance and is good at flattering girls in a low voice. He has already been favored by Qingwen. Unexpectedly, he was snatched away by Jia Cong. Unfortunately, Jia Cong did not dare to disobey Jia's mother's orders. After all, she was full of love in her heart. Not willing.

Qingwen is also a high-spirited person who refuses to convince others easily. Ever since she was bought by Aunt Lai as a gift to Jia's mother, apart from making some pretentious remarks to Jia Baoyu, who does she think highly of? Jia Cong and Jia Huan were usually not looked down upon by her. Although Jia Cong had lost his fortune and was favored by the Prime Minister of the Xianrong Kingdom, it was not uncommon for Qingwen.

Seeing that she was ignoring him, Jia Cong knew that she was dissatisfied, but had no way to explain it, so he had to find something to say: "Ahem, Qingwen, I know I have been wronged by letting you follow me. Fortunately, I don't have anything to do here on weekdays. If I need your service, if you have nothing to do, you can go and play with your sisters."

Qingwen glanced back at her and muttered: "I don't even know how to wear clothes, and I said I don't want anyone to serve me."

Jia Cong smiled dryly and said, "If you teach me once tomorrow, won't I know how to do it? I can even learn martial arts, but how can I learn how to dress?"

"Thank you, Third Master Cong, for your kindness, but as girls, aren't we supposed to serve our masters? If we don't serve our masters, we will just eat and make people laugh." After Qingwen packed up her things, she went into the inner room to make Jia Cong's bed.

Jia Cong followed in and saw Qingwen's buttocks that were unusually perky as she knelt on the bed. His heart trembled. He didn't know if it was a psychological effect. He always felt that Qingwen's buttocks were more perky than those in the beautiful butt competition in her previous life. Those ocean horses are a hundred times cuter, and I can’t help but smile.

Feeling Jia Cong's malicious gaze, Qingwen hurriedly stood down as if being burned, glared at Jia Cong fiercely, and said coldly: "The bed is made, I will be outside. Call me if you need anything."

Jia Cong knew that he had offended Qingwen again, so he opened his mouth to say that he was just appreciating it and had no other intentions, but he didn't know how to say it, and he couldn't help but let him be bullied like Jia Baoyu, so he could only sigh secretly that there was no shortage of things in his life. Beauty, what is missing is discovery. The tragedy of straight men.

Not long after, a girl brought hot water to help Jia Cong wash up.

It wasn't until he took off his clothes and lay on the bed for a long time that Jia Cong heard the rustling sounds of changing clothes coming from outside. He suddenly became angry. He was so upright, why did this girl Qingwen need to be so defensive about herself? Are the Chinese defending themselves against the Chinese? It's really like using the heart of a girl to read the heart of a gentleman.

Sister Feng came back in the middle of the night. When she saw Ping'er, she said, "Where's Brother Cong?"

Ping'er took her cloak and said, "I've sent him to sleep."

"Huh, I've been hunting geese all day long, but I got pecked in the eye. I don't know what kind of bad luck Brother Cong got, but he got the help of the master. Looking at what he said and did today, he looked like he couldn't beat him with three sticks as usual. Heaven and earth, I think there will be a lot of trouble in this house from now on." Sister Feng leaned on the kang and rubbed her temples.

Ping'er hurriedly went over to rub her and said softly: "Grandma, don't worry too much. Anyway, there are old ladies and gentlemen in the mansion. No matter how capable Brother Cong is, he can still surpass Second Master Lian and Second Master Bao." Go? Besides, I think he looks pretty good, he is energetic, and his conversation is polite, and he doesn’t seem domineering. By the way, why don’t you see the second master Lian?" When talking about Jia Lian, Wang Xifeng got very angry and cursed: "He must have been having sex with those ghosts from Dongfu again. No matter what he does, we will sleep with him."

There was a hint of worry in Ping'er's eyes, and she advised: "Grandma, don't push the second master too hard. After all, he is the man in charge of the family. On weekdays, when he is in front of others, grandma should still give him some dignity. Otherwise, if this continues , is not a solution after all.”

Wang Xifeng smiled coldly and said: "You feel sorry for him, but I don't think you feel sorry for me. To be decent, he shouldn't do the bastard thing of fighting cocks and lackeys all day long. Now he asks me to be decent, Who am I to ask for decency?”

Ping'er was ashamed and angry, and said: "What did grandma say? Why do I feel sorry for him? I thought about grandma wholeheartedly, but on the contrary, I became a human being inside and outside."

Wang Xifeng also knew that what she said was harsh, so she hurriedly comforted him: "Okay, okay, I know you love me. What can't we say to each other? Don't pay attention to him, let's go to bed first."

After a night of silence, Jia Cong got up before dawn, subconsciously looked at the bedside, and then smiled bitterly, forgetting that he could still touch the light switch after living two lives. How do you dress in this dark color?

Unexpectedly, Qingwen heard the sound outside and got up. She put on her clothes and walked in with an oil lamp in her hand. She said, "What are you doing?"

"Get up and practice."

"Getting up so early?" Qingwen quickly put the oil lamp on the table and came over to help him get dressed.

"Just wear a jacket. If you don't wear it outside, you have to take it off when it gets hot. It's troublesome."

Qingwen was skillful and took care of him in a moment. Jia Cong nodded and said, "Go to bed and don't worry about me."

"How can the master get up? This girl is still sleeping." Qingwen shook her head stubbornly and went outside to get dressed.

Jia Cong didn't care about her, because in the early spring in the north, it was very cold, and he was afraid that his little body would get cold, so he just moved the tables and chairs in the room to the corner to make room for boxing.

I don't know if it was because of the innate supernatural power brought by time travel. When he woke up, Jia Cong felt a little stronger. However, after two sets of punches, he was still out of breath and almost collapsed.

Now he has accurately estimated that his current physical fitness is worse than that of a normal boy of the same age. However, based on his years of training experience, as long as he eats properly and takes medication, he can surpass the average physical fitness level of his peers within a month.

Qingwen watched silently, seeing Jia Cong stop his hand, and hurriedly poured tea from the thermos on the table and handed it to Jia Cong.

Jia Cong drank three glasses in a row before handing her the empty glass and saying, "Thank you."

Qingwen was stunned and said: "You are the master, why are you so polite? And..."

Seeing that she was hesitant to speak, Jia Cong smiled and said, "If you have anything to say, just say it. I don't have so many rules here."

"My servant wants to say, Mr. Cong, you are still young, why are you working so hard? Practicing early in the morning and practicing late is not the same. Anyway, the skill is in your hands, so you are afraid of someone stealing it. Secondly, your body and bones are not good, so why not take good care of your body first?" What about practicing again?"

Jia Cong shook his head and said with a smile: "You don't understand, time waits for us." After saying that, he put his feet on the table and tried to stretch his muscles. He has already made a plan. In the next month, he will not practice any boxing. He will only focus on two things, one is to exercise physical fitness, and the other is to stretch his muscles and bones.

There is a saying in the boxing manual: I would rather have the muscles grow an inch longer than the flesh to become thicker. Long tendons lead to great strength.

(End of this chapter)