Red Mansion: Fuyao River and Mountain

Chapter 159: The Fragrance of the Red Dust

The small incense room was very narrow and was filled with a lot of incense, candles and fried food. Jia Cong and Qin Keqing almost squeezed in. When he just closed the door gently.

Then I heard footsteps coming from the Buddhist hall, and I estimated that five or six people came in.

Jia Cong heard Prince Ning's voice: "Why isn't the Minister of Service here?"

Qin Ye's voice was heard again: "Your Highness, look, the ink is not dry yet. I think the official happened to walk away."

In the incense room, Qin Keqing couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she heard her father's words. She was afraid just now, but she didn't feel it. Now that she came to her senses, her face turned red with shame.

The incense room was originally a piece of the Buddhist hall separated by a missing corner. It was very narrow. The two of them had just squeezed in, and now they were huddled together face to face.

Qin Keqing was a few years older than Jia Cong. She had grown into a young girl, and was as graceful and elegant as a flower. Being so close to him, she felt so embarrassed that she went limp all over and almost screamed out unconsciously.

Fortunately, Jia Cong was alert. He raised his hand to cover her lips and whispered in her ear, "Don't make any noise. If you alert people outside, you'll be in trouble."

These words were useful. Keqing came to her senses and remained silent. Her pretty face was as red as fire. Her body was pressed against Jia Cong. She was trembling slightly and could not help twisting her body a few times.

Jia Cong only felt that the plump and soft body was pressing against his chest. He could clearly feel the softness and elasticity of the other's body. They tilted their faces back so that they would not touch each other.

It's hard not to be distracted by this soul-stirring and bone-melting feeling.

Prince Ning and other officials walked over to the desk where Jia Cong was copying scriptures. They saw that the ink on the newly copied scriptures was not yet dry, so they thought that Jia Cong had just left.

Seeing the copied characters again, they were ancient, elegant, handsome, and even revealed a hint of Zen. It turned out that Jia Cong had copied a lot of scriptures recently, and he was reciting them unconsciously, and the strokes were naturally influenced by them.

Everyone was commenting and praising Jia Cong's newly copied scriptures, but they didn't notice that Qin Ye was standing in front of the cushion in front of the Buddha, and his face gradually became ugly.

Next to the futon there was a rain-blue silk handkerchief with a bright moon embroidered on it, and under the moon was a cassia tree. There was also a word "Qing" embroidered on the corner of the handkerchief.

Qin Ye recognized at a glance that this was his daughter's thing. He picked it up and stuffed it into his sleeve while no one was paying attention.

However, he was already filled with anger in his heart. No wonder this girl came so often recently, and there was a hint of joy between her brows every time she left.

It turned out that she had an affair with Jia Cong and they were having a secret meeting in this Buddhist temple. Did she forget that she was promised to marry Ningguo and she actually did such a ridiculous thing?

Jia Cong, who was known as a talented man, acted so recklessly as to seduce a girl from a decent family.

Qin Ye wanted to go find that evil girl right now, but King Ning and his colleagues were all present, so he had to endure it to avoid being discovered.

If these people find out, it will be a huge scandal, and it will create hatred with the Ningguo Jia family. The third-class Weilie general of Ningguo is not an easy person to deal with.

In the small incense room, the narrow space was filled with the scent of incense and candles, as well as the sweet fragrance of a young girl's body.

Jia Cong and Qin Keqing were squeezed together, pressed close to each other, rubbing against each other, even their breathing became rapid. It was so absurd and beautiful that it was beyond words.

Qin Keqing's whole body was hot and her body was almost limp. She could hardly stand. Jia Cong naturally put his arms around her slender waist.

Normally, Wu'er Qingwen would comb his hair and dress him, and they would often whisper in each other's ears, but it had never been as intimate and ambiguous as it was now. He just felt so intoxicated by the slender hold of her and held her in his arms that his hands tightened.

Qin Keqing almost cried out, and she opened her mouth and bit his shoulder. Jia Cong felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, and his hands around his slender waist couldn't help but loosen.

But Qin Keqing's eyes were tearful, full of shame and anger.

After a while, footsteps were heard approaching the door of the incense room.

An old man's voice: "Zhigning, I have told you many times that this incense room is full of things that can start fires. You must close them when not in use. How could you forget again?"

Hearing this, Jia Cong and Qin Keqing's hearts were in their throats.

Jia Cong never expected that the abbot Xu Ming and the young monk who exchanged incense sticks would also accompany Prince Ning into Ci'an Hall.

It was thought that Prince Ning was a prince of noble descent and had a distinguished status, so when he entered the temple for a visit, Xu Ming, as the abbot, came to accompany him.

At this moment, I heard someone walking to the door, as if he was about to push it open.

Qin Keqing was so scared that she closed her eyes. She couldn't imagine what was going to happen. Her hands, which had been hanging down, subconsciously hugged Jia Cong. Then she heard a click. She didn't know whether it was Abbot Xu Ming or Zhi Ning who was changing the incense sticks, who had bolted the door outside.

Jia Cong and Qin Keqing then breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly realized that something was wrong. The door was locked from the outside, so how would they get out then?

Jia Cong whispered in her ear: "Don't be afraid, there will be no one around by then, we can just push them away."

Qin Keqing saw Jia Cong talking almost in her ear, and his breath made her even more confused and bewildered, so the two of them hugged each other.

This extremely small room seemed like an isolated world. Everything was withered and gone, and all concerns and obstacles melted away. They were the only ones left between heaven and earth.

No matter how absurd things in the outside world are, in this isolated small fragrant room, driven by the inexplicable throbbing in the heart, they all become natural.

Qin Keqing seemed to have given up the struggle and slowly leaned her head on Jia Cong's shoulder, slightly tightening her arms around him.

The voices in the temple sounded far and near, and it was difficult to make out what they were saying. It was like the faint chanting of Buddha.

The footsteps outside the door gradually faded away, like the low drumbeats beating on the atrium, vibrating in the air, making people intoxicated.

All that remained was the warmth and fragrance in the narrow incense room.

Finally, the Buddhist hall outside was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The two people in the incense room were still hugging each other tightly, as if they wanted to extract every bit of warmth from each other's bodies, as if the whole cold world had already drifted away from them.

"Cong... Brother Cong, I will only call you this here. Outside of this place, I will still be Qin Keqing, and you will still be Master Cong who copied the scriptures."

"No matter what happens to me in the future, I just hope you won't forget today and think about it often, and I will be satisfied."

Keqing raised her head from his shoulder and saw the young man's bright eyes as deep as autumn pools, with such deep and gentle eyes that seemed to be able to calm people's hearts.

Jia Cong believed that he had always been calm and composed since he was born into this world, but at this moment he was extremely emotional and could not control himself.

Then he kissed her soft and beautiful lips.

Who is this young and charming man on the street? I am willing to marry him and spend my life with him...

After an unknown amount of time, a low voice called out from outside, and the voice in front even sounded like crying: "Girl, where are you..."

Another voice muttered, "Where on earth did the Third Master go?"

Jia Cong and Keqing were startled awake and heard the two voices, which were Qingwen and Ruizhu.

"Qingwen, I'm here, come and open the door."

Qingwen copied scriptures with Jia Cong in Ci'an Hall every day and was familiar with the layout of the place. When she heard Jia Cong's voice, she followed the sound and soon found the inconspicuous incense room behind the Buddha statue.

She quickly pulled open the bolt and was shocked by the scene in front of her, her mouth opened wide. Her third master was actually hugging the girl from the Qin family. This was too embarrassing. Qingwen's pretty face turned red.

Ruizhu also blushed, but unlike Qingwen, she did not stare at him blankly. Instead, she turned her head away and dared not look at him any longer.

"Girl, the master couldn't find you just now and seemed very angry."

Keqing's face turned slightly pale when she heard this, and Jia Cong unconsciously squeezed her hand.

Qingwen's eyes turned and she felt a little disgusted when she saw the little actions of Jia Cong and Miss Qin. Although she did not like her third master's absurdity, she always had to keep some dignity for her master in front of others.

So, he pulled the dazed Ruizhu out and said, "Third Master, we'll wait for you outside."

Jia Cong and Keqing sat facing each other in the Buddhist hall for a long time, but Keqing didn't know what to say. The scene in the incense house just now was too embarrassing.

Finally, she smiled at Jia Cong, with tears still on her face: "I'm leaving..."

Jia Cong smiled and nodded, watching her walk out of the Buddhist hall, only to feel that her pretty figure looked a little desolate.

(End of this chapter)