Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 15 Bullying
  Jia Zheng came in angrily, glared at Jia Baoyu, and said to Jia's mother: "Old lady, don't listen to this beast's clever words. My son already knows about this. It's obvious that this beast is jealous of Brother Cong's poetry. That's why you resorted to despicable and dirty methods! You bastard, why don't you get out of here!"

Jia Baoyu's face was pale, trembling, and she had already collapsed in Jia Mu's arms with fear.

"Speak carefully if you have anything to say, and don't scare him." Mother Jia hugged him hurriedly and scolded: "After all, he is your biological son. One word is a beast, another word is a villain. Are you scolding him, or are you scolding yourself? "

Seeing that the old lady was making the decision, Mrs. Wang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Master, if you have anything to say, sit down and say it slowly. Don't get too angry."

When Jia Zheng saw his mother doting on her young son, he closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. He turned around and picked up Jia Cong, saying, "Brother Cong, my uncle failed to teach his son well, so you have been wronged. Don't worry, if someone insists on forcing you to live in Zhuangzi, Uncle will go with you."

"Uncle!" Jia Cong shouted, "with tears in his eyes" and threw himself at Jia Zheng's feet, sobbing: "Cong knows that he was born in a humble birth, so he has always been cautious and did not dare to cause trouble. Who knows that today he has offended Baoyu. I don't want to My uncle doesn't treat him differently, and even if Cong dies today, he will have no regrets."

What he said made Jia Zheng burst into tears. He hugged him and said, "Good boy, good boy. Uncle knows it's not your fault. Uncle knows."

Seeing the two people's loving father and filial piety, the old lady, Mrs. Xue and Aunt Xue all curled their lips. They had been in the house for a long time and had never seen any tricks before. With Jia Cong's poor acting skills, they had no choice but to deceive the naive Jia Cong. politics.

Jia Zheng helped Jia Cong up and said, "Mother, my son has nothing to say. I just want to ask mother to read a poem and you will know. Where is the poem written by brother Cong today? Show it to the old lady."

Lin Daiyu hurriedly took out the poem note from her sleeve and gave it to Jia Mu with both hands.

Jia Mu put on her glasses and unfolded them to take a look: Chanting Frog, sitting alone in the pond like a tiger crouching, nourishing her spirit under the shade tree. If I don't speak first when spring comes, no insect will dare to make a sound. Hiss, what a poem! What a spirit! The aura is compelling!

Mrs. Wang also looked sideways, and her face suddenly turned darker. She was once a girl who could read and write, so why didn't she know good poetry?

Wang Xifeng has black lines all over her forehead, what kind of bullshit poem is this?

Jia Zheng said: "Old lady, if other noble families in the capital know that we have driven the brother who wrote such a good poem to live in Zhuangzi, I am afraid that the Jia family will become the biggest joke since the founding of the country! Even if our ancestors Even the souls in heaven cannot live in peace." He was a person who loved poetry, and he could not tolerate Jia Cong being unjustly accused and slandered.

Mother Jia clapped her hands: "You bastard! Who are you talking to! Whoever said they wanted to drive Brother Cong to live in Zhuangzi is a joke!"

"My son doesn't dare, old lady, calm down." Jia Zheng saw Jia's mother angry and hurriedly knelt down to plead guilty. Jia Cong hurriedly knelt down.

Suddenly I heard the girl outside the door say: "Greetings to the eldest sir and madam."

The curtain was opened, and Mrs. Jia She and Mrs. Xing walked in, greeting Jia's mother first.

"You came just in time. My son is yours. You can take it back and discipline him yourself. I don't care." Jia Mu pointed at Jia Cong underground.

Jia Cong secretly exclaimed, "Fuck, why are they here?" Thoughts raced in my mind, thinking of ways to escape.

Just listen to Jia She say: "Old lady, my son heard that this scoundrel made you angry, so he came here to have a look. I wonder what it is?" He could tolerate Jia Cong taking it upon himself to report the dream to Jia's mother, but Jia Cong was delusional. He couldn't bear to be out of his control, so he rushed over as soon as he got the news.

Mother Jia waved her hands and was too embarrassed to elaborate. She just said, "Take it back and ask in detail. I'm old and can't take care of it anymore. I just don't care about it, so as not to become a big joke to the Jia family one day."

Jia She heard her harsh words and hurriedly knelt down to plead guilty: "My son did not teach his son well and made his mother angry, so I will take him back and beat him to death. If you don't get out of here, you evildoer, come back with me!"

Jia Cong didn't pay attention to him. He stood up, glanced at everyone coldly, and said loudly: "My lord knows it well, my ex-grandfather entrusted me with a dream and asked me to live here and serve the old lady morning and night. If Cong leaves, he will It is disloyal to be entrusted by others but not be loyal to them; it is unfilial to not obey the master's orders. Cong Wan dare not be an unfaithful and unfilial person! If the old lady doesn't want me to live in this house , I went to live in Zhuangzi outside the city. If the eldest master wants to teach Cong a lesson, please immediately open an ancestral hall to ask for family teachings, kill Cong's staff in the Rongqing Hall, and carry Cong under the Jiuquan, so that he can have an explanation for the great master, so that he can teach the great master. You know, if Cong doesn’t want to fulfill his duty of loyalty and filial piety, he really can’t!”

Since you want to force me to go to a dead end, I will simply tear myself apart and put myself to death to survive. If you are not afraid of the Jia family's reputation, then let's do it. After finishing his words, everyone in the hall looked sideways at Jia Cong, who was standing proudly in the field, and could hear the needle drop for a moment. Baochai looked at Jia Cong's iron-clad figure, and suddenly felt her heart tighten, as if someone had caught her and forced something into her. It was no longer the same as before.

"You, you have rebelled. Come here, drag me out and beat him to death." Jia She became angry and pointed at Jia Cong with trembling fingers.

Jia Cong smiled coldly and disdainfully, not even bothering to look at him. He stood with his hands behind his back and just looked at Jia Mu above.

Jia Zheng hurriedly advised: "Brother, why is this happening? I already know this matter, and it has nothing to do with Brother Cong. It is all the fault of Baoyu, the bastard. Don't wrongly accuse a good person."

"Second brother, please don't try to persuade me. These rebellious and unfilial sons should be beaten to death early to avoid tarnishing the honor of our ancestors in the future!" Jia She was stirred by Jia Cong's contemptuous and disdainful eyes, and murderous intent suddenly arose in his heart. His son, if he wants to beat him to death, no one can control him.

At this time, two boys came in with ropes and sticks.

Although Jia Cong was panicking in his heart, he remained calm on his face. He cupped his hands towards Jia Zheng and said, "Uncle, there is no need to be sad for Cong. Cong poured his blood into Rongqing Hall today, and he lived up to his trust. Only In two words, when I ask my uncle to offer sacrifices in the ancestral hall, he will be burned in heaven and the ancestors will know."

"What are you talking about?" Jia Zheng asked tremblingly.

"I send my message to Han Xing, but I cannot see it. I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood." Jia Cong looked up to the sky and sighed.

The whole hall was shocked. This was such a strong and tragic poem. It shocked everyone immediately. The two boys looked at each other and saw that the atmosphere was not right, so they hurriedly stepped aside.

Jia Zheng's heart was shaken. He hugged Jia Cong and shouted angrily: "Mother, do you really want to watch Brother Cong being beaten to death?"

Jia Mu waved her hands feebly. It was impossible for her to let Jia Cong be beaten to death, especially after he wrote these lines. It is conceivable that if this poem about frogs and the last two lines were spread, they would definitely become famous for a while, and The author is only a thirteen-year-old child. If he is beaten to death for no reason, I am afraid that the Yushitai, the Zongren Mansion, and the Ministry of Punishment will all ask, what heinous crime did this kid Jia Cong commit, and you want to beat him to death?

"Brother Cong, please stay here. But from now on, you can concentrate on practicing martial arts and studying. Don't be stubborn with the sisters, and don't bully Baoyu. I don't need you to sleep in the morning and dusk here, so you can go about your business without any worries. Let’s all disperse, I’m tired too.”

After hearing Jia Mu's words, everyone quickly stood up and left.

Jia She was filled with hatred and had no choice but to give Jia Cong a cold look and retreat. Little boy, let's see how long you can hide.

Jia Cong smiled coldly, "Old Zamao, just wash your neck and wait."

"I respectfully comply with the old lady's orders, Cong will retire."

Before leaving, Jia Cong took advantage of the chaos to look at Xue and Lin. Sister Bao's face was red, with tears in her eyes. Her eyes were watery, soft and sweet, and she looked at Jia Cong gently. , was immediately defeated by Jia Cong's bold and direct gaze, and turned away shyly.

Jia Cong was very happy, as if there was something going on, and the fear was not worth it.

On the other side, Lin Daiyu had a sarcastic face, stretched out her onion-like jade finger, and scratched her pink face, seeming to laugh at Jia Cong's so-called clever tricks and poor acting skills.

Jia Cong smiled slightly and looked back at her. Little girl, you know nothing. It doesn’t matter whether the cat is white or black, as long as it can catch mice, it is a good cat!

Lin Daiyu obviously understood and spat at him silently. Seeing that Jia Mu had left the poem note on the table unattended, she quietly picked it up and went away. But those two lines of poems just kept lingering in my mind. Brother Cong is really awesome!

(End of this chapter)