The Hairpin of the Red Chamber

Baochai talked with Baoyu for a while, and Baoyu's eyes became brighter the more he listened, while Daiyu sat beside them listening to them, and the more she listened, the more she turned her face away, humming coldly.

Baochai had no choice but to send Baoyu away, then turned around and said, "Just now you spoke so fast, I couldn't even wink, so you can't blame me."

Daiyu became more and more displeased and said, "Do you think I'm one of those narrow-minded people who can see that others are better than me? I'm not mad at you for embarrassing me, but I'm mad at you for having such an idea, but you never get along with me." I said!"

Baochai hurriedly called Qu and said, "No matter how bold I am, I don't dare to think that he fell in love with Liu Xianglian. Where did I come up with such an idea? I came up with this idea on the spur of the moment, and I didn't intend to hide it from you."

Daiyu said: "Okay, you came up with such a way to deceive people on the spur of the moment. It can be seen that you are used to it. Tell me how many times you have lied to me in the past? Don't say that you can't live in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion tonight."

Baochai said: "My idea is only for others. When I see you, my eyes are dazzled, my ears are delusional, and my heart is not my own. How can I think of a way to lie to you?" ?”

Daiyu raised her head and said, "Nonsense! What you're saying now is well-founded and well-organized, and you don't seem to be fascinated by me at all!"

Baochai hugged her tightly, and said with a smile, "How about this? You see, you've fascinated me so much that you don't feel ashamed. Does that count?"

Daiyu was so ashamed that she slipped from her arms. Baochai pulled her and said, "Why are you running away?"

Daiyu laughed and said: "You just said that I am very moody and prone to impulsiveness when I am young, so I am angry now, can't you see?" After saying that, she shook her hand and ran into the room room went.

Baochai could only shake her head and follow her in. After a while, Zijuan and others had already come in one after another. It was not too presumptuous to watch Daiyu untie her own hair in front of the dressing table, slowly Taking the comb to comb her hair, she also moved over to her, and said next to her: "Don't just comb your own, comb it for me too, you messed up the bun just now, now you can't pile it up anymore. "

Daiyu glanced at her, and Baochai rubbed her body against her body, which made Daiyu laugh again, stood up, compared to Baochai, and said, "I'm almost as tall as you."

Baochai nodded and said, "It's not just as tall as me? Seeing that you are about to pass me, pass me, you are not young, and you can't be so happy and angry anymore."

Daiyu touched her face and said, "I don't listen to you." Putting her hands on her shoulders, she sat down and combed her hair carefully with a wooden comb.In the past, Baochai combed for Daiyu, but it was the first time for Daiyu to help Baochai, so she paid special attention to it, and did it very lightly and slowly, lest she should be careless and ruin her black hair. Baochai saw her Be careful, and said with a broken smile: "You just comb it quickly, you won't become bald." Daiyu stared at her, and sat down with a smile on her face.

Daiyu finished combing Baochai's hair, and used her own hairpin to make a small bun for her. There were a pair of hairpins pinned on her head, but Baochai didn't wait for her to put another one in. Stand up and put another hairpin on for her.

The two wore the same hair accessories, combed the same bun, and looked in the mirror.Baochai only felt that Daiyu was delicate and delicate, graceful and refined like a lotus emerging from water, while Daiyu only felt that Baochai was charming and gentle, with a natural air of coquettishness. However, they couldn't bear to see each other in the mirror, so they looked at the mirror for a while, thinking of each other's benefits, then looked at the mirror again, thinking of the joy of being together, both of them smiled, and spent half an hour facing the mirror , If the mirror has a spirit, it must be envious of you and me.

Baoyu got Baochai's trick, and she sent someone to inquire about Liu Xianglian's family, luggage, etc. when she left Beijing, and reported to Baochai that she was still concentrating on her studies. Family affairs are at stake, and he has to restrain his mind and study hard.

Seeing that his son had passed the exam, Jia Zheng did not slack off. He was very fond of the old man and kept friends with Qing guests for several days.

He is happy here, but Jia She is not happy.Last time Jia Amnesty spent a lot of money on Jia Lian's affairs, and was overwhelmed by Wang Ren, a junior. Although he was comforted by several people at that time, he still didn't attack. After all, he found something to embarrass Jia Lian and forced him to go. Looking for the strange calligraphy and painting for himself, forcing him to look for those fans, stones, teacups and cover bowls for a while, in short, he refused to see Jia Lian and relax at home.

Sister Feng spent a lot of time in the office, from autumn to spring, in order to punish Jia Lian for a better life. She thought she had fulfilled her wish, so she would inevitably show up with the money of the mistress of the house and tell Ma Yingniang hypocritically about the laws of the country and the family, but she had nothing to do. Then, he turned around and called the matchmaker to come in, agreed on ten taels of silver, and sold this thorn in the heart and the thorn in the eye at a low price. Full of joy, he pulled Ping'er and said, "What do I say? It doesn't matter if he is Jia Ershe, or the bitch Ma. Well, no one can escape from my grasp!"

Ping'er saw that she was proud of her spring breeze, and she also smiled, because Jia Lian was sent out by Jia Amnesty to do errands, and he didn't come back at night, so the two of them lay crossed on the bed, took out the small box that contained the private house, and counted it. Five to six thousand taels, and Sister Feng asked again, "How much is there?"

Ping'er opened his hand and compared the word "five". Sister Feng smiled and rolled her eyes, picked out a large piece of silver from the box, and threw it to Ping'er. Ping'er shook his head and put the thing back. Displeased, he said, "I reward you with money, don't you want it?"

Ping'er laughed and said, "With grandma here, what's the use of asking for money?"

Sister Feng said, "What if you leave me?"

Ping'er leaned in front of her, pretending to be pitiful, and said, "Anyway, I won't leave grandma, unless grandma doesn't want me—would grandma have the nerve to send a servant like me?"

Although Sister Feng knew that what she was talking about was about Jia Lian's employment, somehow she felt a little teasing, reached out and pinched her chin and said, "It depends on how well you serve me."

Seeing her happy, Ping'er went to knead and play for her. Sister Feng has been sitting for a long time and suffers from waist, leg, shoulder and neck diseases. She likes Ping'er's massage skills the most. Satisfied, she yawned and said, "Well, well, good slave, like you, no matter how much money you give, I won't sell it."

Hearing that she was talking about money, Ping'er pursed her lips and smiled, put away the suitcase, and slowly fell asleep next to her.