Red Mansion: Fuyao River and Mountain

Chapter 54 Hongxiu's Night Visit
Jia Cong asked curiously, "Why is it you?"

The person's voice was gentle and cold: "I said, no matter how high the walls of your Rongguo Mansion are, they can't stop me."

It was Qu Hongxiu who separated from Jia Cong outside the city that day.

"I went back to the city to do some work, and I heard that you were punished by the family, and the injuries were serious."

Jia Cong didn't ask her how she knew it. The people in the Hidden Door were mysterious, so it was not difficult for her to find out some information.

As he spoke, he undressed Jia Cong and gasped when he saw the whip marks on his back.

"What a black-hearted person, to do such a cruel thing!"

"You are such a cunning person, how could you let someone beat you like this, did you provoke them on purpose?"

Jia Cong's face showed surprise. After all, they had killed someone together, and Qu Hongxiu had seen through his thoughts at a glance.

Seeing his expression, Qu Hongxiu rolled her eyes at him and said, "When you met those two people in the grove that day, you turned around and ran away, tricking them. You are just repeating the same old trick."

"He forced my maid to death. I can't stay in Dongluyuan any longer. I have no choice but to use this method."

"Do you want me to help you?" Qu Hongxiu's voice was a little cold.

Jia Cong shook his head: "I can handle this matter myself. I will not let my maid die in vain. I will not let any debt go uncollected."

He didn't dare ask Qu Hongxiu for help, as he thought her method would be very simple, nothing more than buying someone's life.

Although he hated Jia She to the core, let alone any father-son affection, he was resurrected through a body. According to the patriarchal and secular world, Jia She was his biological father, so he had to be cautious about some things.

One day he would have to leave the Jia family, but he couldn't do it in that way.

If he takes that path, once something goes wrong, he will have no place to stand in the world. It may be a bit helpless, but this is the world he lives in now.

Qu Hongxiu looked at him with a complicated expression and sighed.

"Lie down, I'll apply the medicine for you." As he said this, he took out a black bottle with a long neck and a round belly.

Jia Cong's face turned bitter: "Your medicine for the wound is very precious, so don't waste it. The doctor has already applied the medicine."

Qu Hongxiu smiled, with mockery in her eyes, and her expression was somewhat charming and moving: "You are not afraid of pain, are you?"

"My wound medicine heals quickly and leaves no scars. I'll apply it to you once as well to repay your favor."

Having said that, without allowing Jia Cong to shirk his responsibility, he untied the gauze on Jia Cong's back, cleaned the ointment on the wound, went outside to find some clean water, and carefully helped Jia Cong clean the wound.

Finally, she helped him apply her own ointment. In the light, Jia Cong only felt waves of piercing pain on his back, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

He was a little surprised. After all the noise just now, how come Qingwen was still sleeping on the table and couldn't be woken up?

"Your maid is fine. I used some tricks to make her sleep more deeply. She will not wake up for three hours."

After applying the medicine to Jia Cong's wound, Qu Hongxiu handed him the black bottle and said, "Ask your maid to help you apply the medicine once a day. You will be well in two or three days."

"If you don't have a suitable place to stay, I rented a house on Xinchun Street in Xicheng. It's the first room at the corner of the street. It's always empty. I'll come to see you when I recover from my injury."

Qu Hongxiu glanced at him, nodded, and walked out of the room.

……

In the backyard of a bookstore on Wenhan Street, there are two rooms. The larger one houses the new books in stock that are in great demand.

Another small room was filled with some old books and some unused items. Xiao Jindong seldom even went into the display cabinet in this room.

Only Lao Qin, who was in charge of cleaning the store, would occasionally go in to clean out some old books and sell them as waste paper.

A slender figure climbed over the courtyard wall and walked to the door. He seemed to have discovered something unusual, so he quietly drew out his scimitar and gently pushed the door open.

Qu Hongxiu saw an old man in a coarse cloth short jacket sitting in the room. His figure stood straight in the darkness, with a hint of inexplicable depression.

"Uncle Qin, why are you here?"

The old man asked, "Why are you so late? Where have you been?"

Qu Hongxiu was silent. "You went to Rongguo Mansion to look for Jia Cong, right?"

Qu Hongxiu looked at Uncle Qin in surprise.

Uncle Qin said quietly, "What's so hard about this? We have spies in Zhen'an Prefecture.

The news there said that Jia Cong was robbed by thieves on his way back from the Nanxi Literary Gathering, and that the thieves were the murderers who killed people at the gathering, and he was stabbed in the back. "

As Uncle Qin said this, he glanced at Qu Hongxiu, who looked a little uneasy.

"Zhen'an Prefecture sent a large number of people to search outside the city, but there was no news. But after you came back, you didn't say a word about this matter!"

Qu Hongxiu defended himself, "He's just a kid. I just used him to get out of this situation. He's not worth it."

Uncle Qin looked a little cold: "Is that really the case?

You have always been efficient in your work, but you let him come back alive. That was because you saw his appearance and found that he was very similar to others. Am I right?"

Qu Hongxiu looked horrified: "Uncle Qin, you...how did you know that?"

Uncle Qin said, "I saw him selling calligraphy in the store two months ago."

Uncle Qin glanced at Qu Hongxiu, who was trying to remain calm.

"During the day, the scholar surnamed Liu came to the store and told the shopkeeper that Jia Cong had been punished by the family and was seriously injured.

You were hiding in the backyard and heard it, and you looked unhappy. I don’t know what happened to you during those days.

But that boy looks so much like a human, there must be something fishy going on.

It’s just that the man lived in seclusion back then, and few people knew him, otherwise this kid would have discovered his flaws long ago!"

He stared at Qu Hongxiu, whose expression was changing constantly, and said in a deep voice:
"If this matter gets out, not only will someone in the Hidden Sect want to kill him, but there will also be many people who want him dead!"

Uncle Qin stood up and walked out of the room, then turned back and said, "Tomorrow you should find another place to stay. You can't live here anymore, in case the shopkeeper finds out that he knows Jia Cong."

"You should stop associating with that boy. It will do you no good..."

……

As the sky brightened, Qingwen woke up while lying on the table. She rubbed her sore neck, and her beautiful eyes were filled with confusion. How could she have fallen asleep on the table?

Seeing that Jia Cong was still sleeping on the bed, she breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, the little girl sniffed, as if she had discovered something, and walked towards Jia Cong's bed.

Jia Cong, who was always alert when he slept, woke up when he felt a figure moving in front of him.

Seeing Qingwen leaning over his bed, he felt a little strange.

"Qingwen, what are you doing?"

"Third Master, why is there a scent on your bed?"

"What scent is that? Could it be the calming incense you ordered yesterday?"

"The calming incense has long since dissipated. It's another scent. It's the scent of a woman. The one on your bed."

Qingwen narrowed her beautiful eyes and looked at Jia Cong suspiciously.

Jia Cong's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that this girl was born in the year of the dog? She could smell it out.

"What feminine scent? Aren't you a woman? Besides you, is there another woman in this room?"

Qingwen scratched her head and thought about it. Besides herself, was there any other woman in this room?
But that feminine scent is not my own, well, it smells quite nice.

She went outside to fetch water and helped Jia Cong wash and dress, and then went out to prepare breakfast for him.

When I reached the gate of the courtyard, I met a middle-aged woman walking in, followed by a maid who was wearing a red silk jacket and a blue satin lace vest. She looked a little unfamiliar.

　In this new book stage, please follow me and collect it. Thank you very much!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)