The Red Chamber begins with a bastard

Chapter 64 Whistleblower (Second update, please subscribe)

Jia Huan clasped her fists together, and said sincerely, "Thank you, Sister Lin, for your guidance. As expected, listening to your words is better than studying for ten years."

Lin Daiyu chuckled, feeling a little proud in her heart. She had an aloof personality and had a high self-esteem, but she had been hit by Jia Huan's various evil performances before. Jia Huan was obviously younger than her, but he could write poetry.

"Brother Huan, have you finished your elementary studies? Master asked you to start writing so early?" Lin Daiyu asked curiously.

The so-called opening pen refers to the first time Mengtong started to write stereotyped essays.Lin Daiyu knew that Jia Baoyu's learning progress was faster than Jia Huan's. She had read four books and hadn't started writing yet, but Jia Huan had started writing articles, so she asked this question out of curiosity.

Jia Huan said truthfully: "Master didn't ask me to write, I just wrote for fun."

Lin Daiyu glanced at Jia Huan thoughtfully, and persuaded gently: "Reading is for understanding, not just for fame and fame. Don't rush for quick success and quick profit. You must know that you can only make money with a lot of accumulation. Brother Huan should settle down and read the Four Books and Five Classics thoroughly. The future will naturally come to fruition."

Jia Huan smiled, but did not answer. He did not deny that he was eager for quick success, and the reason for this was just because he wanted to get rid of Mrs. Wang's control as soon as possible.With a heart longing for strength and freedom, I am afraid that Lin Daiyu will not understand it, even if she understands it, she will not have personal experience. After all, Lin Daiyu is also a woman who grew up under the feudal education system.

Seeing that Jia Huan did not answer, Lin Daiyu stopped talking. She is not a nosy person, if she hadn't gotten along well with Jia Huan, she wouldn't bother to persuade her.

Jia Huan changed the topic with a smile: "As the so-called one thing does not bother the two masters, I will write the whole article. Sister Lin, how about giving me an overall review and revising it?"

Lin Daiyu's eyes flickered, she shook her head and said, "I'm afraid I can't, I'm half a bucket of water myself, my eyes are high and my hands are low, so I won't mislead my son."

Jia Huan wondered: "Sister Lin will become more modest now, could she be angry with me?"

"It's nothing, Brother Huan is overthinking." Lin Daiyu said lightly, and then glanced at the drawer intentionally or unintentionally.

Jia Huan suddenly realized, and said with a smile: "Sister Lin, you teach me to write articles, and I will write another play for you later, and the preservation is no worse than "The Palace of Eternal Life."

Only then did Lin Daiyu show a successful sly smile, nodded and said: "Well, although I'm not talented, I can still give advice to Brother Huan, but the twelfth of this month is my birthday, Brother Huan, do you understand?"

Jia Huan said very politely: "Understood, at least twice."

Lin Daiyu immediately smiled, and she was full of charm, tsk tsk, I'm afraid it will be unbearable in a few years, no wonder the original book mentioned that when Xue Pan first saw Lin Daiyu, his legs were numb and he could hardly walk.

Jia Huan quickly turned his eyes away, not daring to look any further, and began to write his article intently. Lin Daiyu didn't stand by to disturb him, but retreated to the outside room to have a private conversation with Ping'er.

About half an hour later, Jia Huan finished writing, and confidently handed it to Lin Daiyu for comment. The result was criticized to pieces, and she tore up and rewritten it in shame. If she did this three or four times, it was already the second watch.

Jia Huan finally breathed a sigh of relief, and Ping'er softly smiled and comforted him: "It's the first time the third master writes an article, and it's already good enough to catch the eye, and he will definitely write better and better in the future."

Lin Daiyu yawned and said, "There is no quick way to build a lofty building on the ground. Just practice slowly. It's getting late. I have to go back."

Jia Huan said very attentively: "I'll take Sister Lin back."

Lin Daiyu's face was slightly hot, she shook her head and said: "No need, as long as there are snow geese to accompany me, maybe Zijuan is also looking for it."

As soon as the words were finished, Zijuan really came in with a lantern. When she saw Lin Daiyu, she smiled and said, "The girl is really here with Mr. Huan, it's getting late, go back quickly, the corner door on the other side of the hall is about to be closed."

So Jia Huan and Ping'er sent Lin Daiyu out of the courtyard together, watched their master and servant leave, and then closed the courtyard door.

Jia Huan went back to the house and continued to fight at night with the lights on. Seeing this, Ping'er persuaded: "Third Master, go to bed early, you have to go to school tomorrow."

Jia Huan was in high spirits, so he naturally planned to strike while the iron was hot, and said with a smile: "My dear sister, let me go for a while, you go to bed first."

Helpless and relieved, Ping'er steamed the leftover sweet-scented osmanthus cake and gave it to Jia Huan as supper.

The consumption of mental work was also quite high. Jia Huan was really hungry at this time, so he picked up a piece and put it in his mouth and took a bite. Seeing that Ping'er was still standing aside, he handed the half-eaten osmanthus cake to her lips and said with a smile: "It's delicious, sister Ping'er should also try it."

Ping'er's sweet face turned red, and she opened her small mouth slightly to take a bite, but her face turned even redder. Under the light, she wanted to be more charming and charming, and Jia Huan became a little distracted.

Ping'er obviously also noticed the flash of fire in Jia Huan's eyes, and she was both ashamed and happy. Since Jia Huan said this morning that she would be a housekeeper when she grows up, Qiao Ping'er's mood has changed again, and she feels somewhat stable. After all, she is also a stable person.

The night was getting darker, but the bugs outside the window were screaming more and more happily. The candles popped lightly, and Jia Huan was startled. Only then did he notice that the candles were almost burnt out, and there was the sound of clappers at the end of the third watch outside. Before he knew it, it was already past the early morning.

Jia Huan didn't go outside to sleep on the couch this time, but carefully squeezed into the bed and lay in Qiao Ping'er's warm and fragrant arms. Anyway, the conversation has already been said, so naturally there is no need to be hypocritical.

Of course, Jia Huan didn't want to do something, and at this age, he was too weak-minded, so Ping'er probably understood this and was so bold, but sleeping with a beauty in his arms seemed to be quite happy!
Early the next morning, when Jia Huan woke up, she found that Ping'er had woken up at some time, leaving only a faint fragrance in the bed.Jia Huan took a deep breath, turned over and got up refreshed, Ping'er walked in with the washbasin in his hand, with a hint of red on his face, and said softly, "It's time for the third master to wash up."

Jia Huan nodded, and for the first time sat there enjoying Ping'er's meticulous service, alas, a bit depraved, let's not be an example!

After Jia Huan finished his breakfast, he rushed to the school again, but this time little Jia Lan didn't wait outside the Yimen Gate. When he asked the doorkeeper, he realized that Jia Lan had already gone one step ahead.

Jia Huan was a little surprised, but he didn't investigate further, and took Qian Huai to the clan school by himself.

"Good morning, Uncle Huan."

When Jia Huan returned to the ethnology classroom, Jia Lan was already studying. When he saw him, he quickly stood up and greeted him, but his expression was obviously a little unnatural.

Jia Huan smiled and asked, "Did your mother tell you not to get close to me?"

Jia Lan said awkwardly, "How did Uncle Huan know?"

Jia Huan laughed and said, "It's written on your face."

Jia Lan touched his own face subconsciously, and said doubtfully, "No!"

Jia Huan patted Jia Lan's little head and said, "There's a word called observing words and expressions, you're still young, you can't hide your thoughts, don't you write them all on your face?"

Jia Lan suddenly realized, and said with a embarrassed smile: "The fellow Zhe Gui told mother what happened yesterday after returning home, and mother said that Uncle Huan is so brave and ruthless, it's not the work of a gentleman, let Lan'er not learn from you."

Jia Huan smiled and didn't care, everyone has their own way of education, he has no right and doesn't want to control how Li Wan educates his son, so he stopped talking and took out his book to read aloud.

As a result, Jia Lan became a little uneasy, worried that Uncle Huan was angry, and sat there in a daze, his little mind was confused. He felt that Uncle Huan was right, but what his mother said seemed to be right, and he had to listen to what her mother said, so he was very entangled.

Jia Huan glanced at Jia Lan who was in a daze, but couldn't bear it, and passed over the boiled egg that Ping'er specially brought for him, and said with a smile: "Here, don't think about it, listen to your mother!"

Jia Lan took the egg, showed a happy smile, and took an orange from the lunch box, handed it to Jia Huan, and said with a smile, "Uncle Huan, here you are!"

Jia Huan smiled, took it readily and continued to read aloud.

After yesterday's killing of chickens and monkeys, none of the urchins dared to make noise to interrupt Jia Huan today, and they all obediently returned to their seats to study, or ran outside the classroom to play.

This afternoon, after the first class, Jia Dairu didn't give Jia Jie and others a small lesson. Instead, he knocked on the table and said with a calm face, "Jia Huan, come with me!" Then he turned and left the classroom.

Jia Huan was slightly stunned, and quickly looked at Jin Rong, who waved his hands and shook his head in fright, denying, "I didn't file a complaint!"

Jin Rong's buddies also hurriedly shook their heads in denial!

Jia Huan couldn't help frowning, stood up and walked outside the classroom. When passing by Jia Jie, this guy's eyes were obviously dodging.

Jia Huan's heart skipped a beat, could it be that this kid sued him?Sure enough, the good students in the eyes of the teacher are those who like to make small reports.

Jia Dairu's office is next to the classroom. Besides the desk, there is also a bed, which should be used for lunch breaks. After all, nearly seventy people don't sleep at noon, and they don't have the energy to go to class in the afternoon.

Jia Dairu was sitting behind the desk with a drawn face at the moment. There was a pot of green tea brewing in the big tea pot in front of him.

"Master!" Jia Huan stood in front of the table and saluted, ready to be punished.

Jia Dairu put a notebook on the table and asked, "You wrote this?"

When Jia Huan saw it, his heart skipped a beat. Isn't this the notebook for his class?Why is it in the hands of Old Man Jia?
Yes, it must be Jia Jie!

Jia Huan remembered that when he finished class in the morning, he accidentally pulled out the window class and dropped it on the ground while flipping through his schoolbag. At that time, Jia Jie happened to be passing by, and his eyes were strange at that time.

(End of this chapter)