The Red Chamber begins with a bastard

Chapter 39 Miss Mi reminds me to change, Qiao Pinger warms the bed

Both Lin Daiyu and Jia Tanchun were fascinated, and after reading it, they were still unsatisfied. They looked at each other, and put the manuscript paper back and pressed it again with a paperweight in a tacit understanding.

Huan'er can write plays?And it was written so well, it seemed to be better than his own father.

Lin Daiyu’s shocked mood has not yet recovered. She was smart and eager to learn since she was a child. She finished reading the Four Books and Five Classics when she was less than ten years old.

As for Jia Tanchun, she is already a little accustomed to Jia Huan's endless abilities, so she is not too shocked, but really wants to see the sequel.

At this time, Jia Huan had already handed over the retouched portrait to Aunt Zhao. The latter looked at herself in the painting, feeling a little embarrassed, took a mirror and looked at it again and again, comparing and comparing, and finally said: "It's not bad!"

Zijuan smiled and said: "Grandma, the third master painted you like a fairy, how can you be okay, if you are a maidservant, I would have found someone to frame it and treasure it."

Aunt Zhao was overjoyed when she heard the words, she rolled up the drawing paper, yawned and said, "I'm a little tired, go back and rest for a while, you can play it by yourself." After she finished speaking, she left in a hurry, not knowing if she was looking for someone to frame it, or ran to Mrs. Wang's place to show off.

While rubbing his sore wrist, Jia Huan muttered, "I'm so heartless."

Ping'er couldn't help chuckling, and said in a low voice: "There is no one who arranges the elders like this, the servant girl will give you a massage for the third master."

After speaking, he gently squeezed Jia Huan's arm with skillful technique and moderate strength. The latter smelled the faint body fragrance from Ping'er's body and almost fell asleep in comfort. It seems that it would be nice to have a maid to serve her, especially a seductive maid.

"Brother Huan, come here!"

Jia Huan was enjoying the service of Ping'er's pair of jade hands, but when he heard Jia Tanchun calling him, he had to stand up reluctantly, and walked over, but saw Jia Tanchun and Lin Daiyu both looked at him with the eyes of interrogators, and asked inexplicably, "What's wrong?"

Jia Tanchun raised the manuscripts in his hand, and asked with a smile, "What do you think this is?"

Jia Huan's heart skipped a beat, but he forgot to put it away, and said with a smile, "I've seen a few plays these days, and I wrote some nonsense when my hands were itchy."

Lin Daiyu had an unbelievable expression on her face: "Brother Huan, is this the first time writing a play?"

"Sister Lin laughed!" Jia Huan smiled shyly.

Lin Daiyu couldn't help sighing: "I've heard a lot about child prodigies, but I didn't expect there to be one beside us. Huan'er, you can write like this without thinking. How can we fools do it?"

Jia Huan couldn't help sweating. The words "The Palace of Eternal Life" shocked her so much that she could make the lonely and proud girl Lin sister say this. Alas, there is no way, strength does not allow it. Whoever makes himself a time traveler, the power of dimensionality reduction is too great.

Jia Tanchun was still full of enthusiasm and said: "This play has only just begun, is there more? How many are you going to write? Don't be anticlimactic."

Jia Huan hurriedly said: "No more, it's just for fun, Third Sister and Lin Sister don't gossip around."

Lin Daiyu rolled her eyes, she pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Brother Huan wants us to keep it secret, but when there are new ones, we have to see them first."

Jia Tanchun also smiled and said: "I'm sure I won't talk nonsense, but if Brother Huan continues to write, you have to show me first."

"Okay!" Jia Huan had no choice but to smile bitterly. He originally wrote it to sell money, so it doesn't matter if he shows it to the two first. Fortunately, there are no taboos in this "Palace of Eternal Life".

Lin Daiyu and Jia Tanchun looked at each other and smiled, the latter said with a smile, "I'm not taking advantage of you, Brother Huan, I'll give you a safe call later."

Lin Daiyu smiled and said: "My netting is not good, so I can make a sachet. Brother Huan, don't be disgusted."

At this time Ping'er came over and said with a smile: "San Ye and the girls don't just talk, it's time for lunch."

Jia Tanchun said in shock: "It's time for dinner, hurry up and leave, the old ancestors should come and look for them."

Sure enough, as soon as the words were spoken, a woman sent a message from outside, saying that Miss Hu Po beside the old lady had come to look for Miss Lin and the third girl, so the second daughter Jia Lin left in a hurry.

Jia Huan shrugged his shoulders, took a nap after lunch, and then continued to silently write "The Palace of Eternal Life". He wrote two more volumes in one afternoon, and there were fifty volumes of "The Palace of Eternal Life". Jia Huan estimated that he could finish writing it in about a month.

After dinner that night, Jia Huan was leisurely reading a book under the lamp, while Ping'er was quietly doing needlework by the fire, but a little maid with a lantern slipped in and whispered, "Sister Ping'er."

Ping'er looked up and found that it was Cui Mo, the little girl next to Jia Tanchun. He couldn't help but asked in surprise, "Cui Mo? It's so late, but the girl has something to do?"

Cui Mo hissed lightly, while reaching out to the stove to keep warm, while looking inside, she asked in a low voice, "Is Third Master asleep?"

"No, come in!" Jia Huan said casually.

Cui Mo stuck out her tongue playfully, rolled up the bead curtain and walked in, said with a smile, "Third Master's ears are sharper than Gou Erduo... Uh, the servant girl didn't say that the Third Master is a dog, what the servant girl meant was that the Third Master's ears are as sharp as a dog's."

Jia Huan couldn't laugh or cry and said: "Did the third sister ask you to come?"

Cui Mo smiled and said: "Our girl and Miss Lin asked the maid to see if the third master is asleep. If he is asleep, don't bother him. If he is not asleep, just ask the third master if he has a new script. If so, we can borrow it back and see it first."

Jia Huan was sweating secretly. Dare is here to urge changes. The new pit just opened has harvested two little fans... No, the little fans are right. It seems that the charm of opera at this time is still quite strong.

Jia Huan handed over the two newly written scripts to Cui Mo, and said: "Take it, this is an orphan copy, don't get wet, don't stain, don't crease, let Sanjie and Lin sister return it to me quickly after reading it, and don't write comments on it."

Cui Mo smiled and said: "You can save it, the third master should stop chattering like a gossip."

Jia Huan raised his hand to knock, Cui Mo shook his head, and ran out of the room with a smile on his manuscript. Everyone knows that the third master has a good temper, otherwise she would not dare to joke with Jia Huan so presumptuously.

"Sister Ping'er, I'm leaving, why don't you hurry up and warm the third master's bed, cluck!" Cui Mo passed by Ping'er, waved her hand and ran out with a smile.

Ping'er was angry and funny, and reminded: "Slow down, it's slippery outside, carefully throw your little hoof on the ground."

"You pricked your fingers carefully too!" Cui Mo's laughter came from outside the room.

Jia Huan couldn't help laughing either, he had always found the innocent and lively Xiao Cuimo very pleasing, and seeing her playful smile all day long, his mood would improve accordingly.

At this time, there was the sound of a shift outside, Ping'er listened carefully, and found that it was the first quarter of the second shift, so he put down the needle and thread in his hand, went into the inner room and said, "Third Master, it's time to sleep, let's see tomorrow."

Jia Huan was enjoying watching, and said casually: "It's still early, good sister, let me watch it for a while, just for a while!"

Ping'er was so heartbroken by this good sister's call, she said helplessly: "If the third master doesn't sleep for another quarter of an hour, the servant girl will not care about you in the future."

Jia Huan let out an oh without raising her head, and she didn't know if she had heard it. Ping'er was both happy and had a headache.

Thinking about it, Ping'er reached into the quilt to feel it, and found it was cold. He quickly took out Mrs. Tang from the quilt and opened it. It was really empty inside, and he couldn't help crying and laughing. The little Que'er forgot to heat the water again. He was such a fool at a young age.

It turned out that after dinner just now, Ping'er ordered Xiao Que'er to fill Tang Pozi with hot water to warm the bed, but after watching the show all day, the sleepy little Que'er forgot, and directly stuffed Tang Pozi without adding water into the bed.

Fortunately, there is a water-boiling stove in the yard now, and there is still hot water in the pot. Ping'er refilled Tang Pozi and put it under the bed.

I don't know if it was because I was too tired during the Chinese New Year period, or because I was sick, but Ping'er lay on the bed for a while, and fell asleep unconsciously.

Jia Huan was obsessed with reading, and I don't know how long it had passed. Suddenly, his hands and feet felt numb. Only then did he find that the charcoal fire in the stove had been extinguished, and Ping'er was not adding charcoal.

Jia Huan was startled, it was already past one o'clock in the morning, he quickly put down the book, and was about to call Ping'er, but found that the latter had fallen asleep on the bed, with black hair hanging down the edge of the bed,

Jia Huan walked softly to the bedside, only to see Ping'er's eyes were closed, her long eyelashes drooped, her nose was small and her mouth was small, and her rosy cheeks were extraordinarily charming and pleasing to the eye.

Jia Huan stretched out his hand and stroked Ping'er's forehead, and found that her body temperature was still normal, so she was relieved, so she carefully covered the quilt tightly for her, and then put down the veil, then went outside, slept on the couch with her clothes on, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The small couch in the outer room was specially prepared for the maidservant who kept watch at night. Hong Ling used to sleep here, but since Jia Huan "took care of herself", she didn't need the maidservant to keep watch at night.

In addition, Pinger woke up in a daze after sleeping until five o'clock, and found that he had fallen asleep on Jia Huan's bed, and the curtains that had been hung up had been lowered.

After searching around, he couldn't find Jia Huan. Ping'er couldn't help being anxious, and hurried out of the room with the oil lamp, only to find that Jia Huan was sleeping soundly on the small couch, with one corner of the quilt hanging down to the ground, curled up into a ball.

Seeing this, Ping'er couldn't help having a sore nose, slightly moist eye sockets, and there seemed to be an inexplicable emotion surging in his heart...

　It’s a new week, and half of the new book issue has passed. I’ve been just writing books, and I don’t know much about the recommendation rules of Qidian. Recently, I suddenly realized that the recommendation rules of Qidian have changed. I no longer look at the number of collections and tickets, but only arrange the recommended positions based on the valid follow-up data.However, the ranking of the new book list seems to be based on favorites and recommended votes, so I continue to ask for votes and favorites. I just squeezed into the top ten new books in the category. Brothers, please help me, please vote down to see if it can be popular.

　　Also, read on!Follow up!Follow up!Say important things three times. 10,000+ words is considered fat, and the book friends who still have it can be slaughtered.

　　


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