The red building is so arrogant

Chapter 704

Chapter 704

Due to the incident of the assassination, Jiao Shun had to live at home for a few days, and when he went in and out of the yamen, he had to go back and forth. By the time he was finally free and came back to Taohua Lane, it had been six years in Longyuan. It's the fourteenth of August.

As soon as he buckled the copper ring twice, Xueyan hurriedly poked his head out from the inside. Seeing that it was Jiao Shun, his oval face immediately burst out with joy. He opened the door to welcome him out, and turned around and shouted: "Yes." The uncle is back, it is the uncle who is back!"

Seeing her being so affectionate, Jiao Shun couldn't help but smile, patted her on the back and said: "What are you shouting about, help me unload the things first."

This time he drove the carriage in person, and a large cart was piled up with big and small burdens. Fortunately, because of Xueyan's voice, Zijuan, Ouguan, and Chunxian all came out to welcome them, and they all came out together. Work together to move things down.

Nanny Wang and Lin Daiyu were the last to come out. When she saw that Jiao Shun was the only one outside the door, and did not bring Shi Xiangyun and Xing Xiuyan with her, Sister Lin couldn't help but secretly heaved a sigh of relief—even though she was ready to face the two of them. Mental preparation, but this kind of consciousness like going to the execution ground, naturally the sooner you use it, the better.

Jiao Shun was getting out of the car with a big bag of things, and when he looked up, he saw Sister Lin standing pretty in the door opening, with a small white hand resting on the door panel, her picturesque eyebrows, eyes and facial features looked plain, yet eccentric. I can feel the joy from the inside out.

He casually threw the burden to Xueyan, and strode towards Lin Daiyu.

Xueyan hurriedly hugged her with both hands, and then saw that the uncle ran towards the girl without looking back. Although she knew it was a matter of course, but thinking of these days, she was looking forward to it early and late, and every time she heard something troublesome, she was in a hurry. Hurrying to welcome them out, I couldn't help but feel aggrieved.

At this moment, Jiao Shun suddenly turned around: "There are extra clothes for you, you and Wang Momo each have three sets, and the rest of the people each have two sets, with names and surnames on them, so don't get confused."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Xueyan to respond, she salivated and teased Daiyu.

And after getting this sentence, Xue Yan suddenly felt that the clouds in the sky were all scattered, and regardless of whether Jiao Shun was listening, she said crisply, "Thank you for the appreciation", then hugged the burden tightly, and turned to Zicuckoo. A few said: "I'll put the clothes in the wing room first, and we'll distribute them later."

With that said, he happily followed into the courtyard.

Chunxian and Ouguan didn't think much of it after hearing the 'three, three, two, two' rhetoric, but Zijuan was really depressed.

For so many years, she has been the number one maid around Lin Daiyu, not to mention among maids and servants, even if the princes and ladies in the Grand View Garden have any good things to use as favors, they always follow her first, but now because of Then the difference of one night is...

Although the more I think about it, the more panicked I become, but Zijuan is not like that without a city. In front of everyone—especially Jiao Shun and Lin Daiyu, she didn't show anything, but her thoughts of fighting for favor and flattery in secret gradually took over. upper hand.

But said the other side.

Jiao Shunyuan wanted to talk about his farewell first, but he didn't want to just get started, so he heard Lin Daiyu say: "I have nothing to do these two days, I have already copied the beginning of Sister Bao's reply, and please Jiao The elder brother helped to rectify the ax and rectify the ax."

Saying so, he went straight to the study room, and handed "Farewell My Concubine" Chapter 1, which he had reviewed and edited countless times, to Jiao Shun, who came in after him, to have a look—after thinking about it, he turned over Xue Baochai's letter, So that Jiao Shun can compare at any time.

Jiao Shun roughly scanned it all, and found that more than [-]% of the content of the article was based on Xue Baochai's original text, and only a few paragraphs had been revised. Generally speaking, the original flat emotions were raised without affecting the context. Not a lot.

In this way, the story is not only smooth and meticulous, but also has strong emotional rendering. It can be said that it is a masterpiece that combines the advantages of Chai and Dai.

Many details in it are different from the movie plot in Jiao Shun's memory, but the atmosphere reflected is not too different, which shows that the two have grasped the core of the story.

Jiao Shun was about to give a big praise, but Lin Daiyu sighed and said, "It's a pity that it's inconvenient to communicate with Sister Bao face to face, and some places are still a bit blunt."

Have it?

Jiao Shun read it again from the beginning, but he still couldn't see where the bluntness was, but since Lin Daiyu had already said that, if he still praised him blindly, wouldn't he be a flatterer?

He nodded slightly at the moment, pointed at one of them and said solemnly: "Indeed, for example, at the end of this paragraph, it might as well switch the perspective after XX's death and describe it..."

As a last resort, he naturally had no choice but to use Wen Chaogong's great career again, and use some classic plots in the movie to bluff people.

Although Chai and Dai are both talented women, working together can achieve the effect that one plus one is greater than two, but it is absolutely impossible to say that the plot fabricated in just a few days can surpass the classics of later generations as a whole.

After Lin Daiyu listened to his analysis and replacement, the light in her starry eyes appeared, and she didn't care about Jiao Shun's presence, she just picked up a pen and began to sketch on the paper.

Seeing this, Jiao Shun silently walked around the table to grind ink for her.

Lin Daiyu just wrote, deleted, deleted, and wrote. It took half an hour to replace the old bridge section with the new bridge section, and then reviewed it from beginning to end, and then stood up basically satisfied.

Then he suddenly pouted and said, "Since you have such a good idea, why did you keep it from me when I asked last time?"

"It was hard for me to come up with it on the spur of the moment."

Jiao Shun brazenly boasted: "I am naturally not as good as the two of you for papers. If you want me to fabricate an article out of thin air, then I will definitely fail. But with this article as the basis, it is a good idea to insert some past knowledge. It's not difficult either."

Then he said: "If you want me to say, my sister's biggest problem is working behind closed doors—it would be fine if I wrote something romantic, but don't tell me about these things, you haven't even seen them, you just wrote them based on hearsay." Things, naturally owe a three-point sense."

Lin Daiyu was stunned when she heard this, and murmured: "Yes, yes, it's strange that I always feel that it's not good enough. How can we, who were raised in a deep house since childhood, write something real?"

Jiao Shun was waiting for her words, and quickly asked: "Then, do you want to go outside to gather folk songs?"

"Collecting wind?"

Lin Daiyu subconsciously asked back: "What method?"

"Sister, just follow me!"

As Jiao Shun spoke, he called Xueyan to bring the bamboo hat veil from the main room—after that time when he rode around the capital, the bamboo hat veil was hung on the wall behind the door.

Now that she is going out with Jiao Shun again, Lin Daiyu naturally doesn't feel nervous, but is full of eagerness to try. She took the bamboo hat and put it on her head. While arranging the veil tie, she asked, "Should I still ride that bicycle?"

"I do think so."

Jiao Shun spread his hands, and said helplessly, "But you also know that I was assassinated a few days ago, and now I'm going to ride a bicycle and ostentatiously pass through the city..."

Lin Daiyu felt something wrong when she heard this, bit her lower lip and hesitated for a while and said: "Then don't go out for now, and there is no need to rush to collect wind."

"What are you afraid of!"

Jiao Shun took her hand and walked out without any explanation.

Old Xu, the coachman outside, had already consciously turned the front of the car, and Jiao Shun didn't bother to wait for him to put down the steps, so he half-supported and half-carried Lin Daiyu into the car, and flipped up neatly with his own hands.

After sitting in the car, seeing that Lin Daiyu was still a little uneasy, he took out another shiny silver thing from under the seat, showed it to Daiyu sideways, and said, "Sister, look what this is."

"This is……"

Lin Daiyu looked it over carefully, and said uncertainly, "Is it a pistol?"

Jiao Shun said solemnly: "It is indeed a pistol, but it is a new bursting pistol made by our Ministry of Industry. It can shoot six bullets in a row, and the effective killing distance is twelve feet [about 40 meters]. It can be said to be a must-have product for visiting relatives and friends when traveling at home."

Lin Daiyu, who listened to the first half of the sentence, frowned slightly. Although she knew that Jiao Shun brought it for self-defense, she naturally disliked these weapons that could hurt people.

When he heard the second half, he couldn't help but burst out laughing, stretched out his hand and punched Jiao Shun's arm, and said angrily, "How can you put visiting relatives and friends together with killing and stealing goods?"

"How not?"

Jiao Shun stuffed the revolver under the seat, and said with a smile, "Didn't my sister hear the story of Cao Mengde's visit to Lu Boshe?"

"It's mostly fabricated by later generations, how can it be true."

Seeing that he had already taken precautions, Lin Daiyu felt relieved a lot, so she asked, "Where do you want to take me to gather folk songs?"

"You'll know when you get there."

Jiao Shun played tricks, but in fact Lin Daiyu already had speculations in her heart. After all, most of the stories in "Farewell My Concubine" revolved around the troupe.

Sure enough, the carriage drove not far from Peach Blossom Lane, and entered a theater garden.

Although she guessed right in advance, Lin Daiyu is still full of expectations for today's gathering.

As soon as he got off the carriage, the class leader led two handsome young students to welcome them up. When he saw that there was another female relative, he hurriedly signaled the two young students to stop with his hands behind his back.

He was not afraid that the young man would offend the nobleman's family members, but he was worried that the nobleman's family members would lose their composure when they saw the handsome young man, which would provoke the nobleman's anger for no reason.

"Greetings to the master and wife."

The head teacher laughed along with him, stepped forward and punched a thousand, and then waited quietly for Jiao Shun's instructions.

Jiao Shun took Lin Daiyu's catkin by the arm, lifted his chin and said, "My people have made an agreement with you, haven't they?"

"It's done, it's done!"

As soon as he heard this, he knew that it was undoubtedly the master, and the class leader hurriedly said: "Master, you can book the venue in the morning, and we will do business as usual in the afternoon, but..."

Having said that, he swallowed his saliva before saying hesitantly: "But the money for renting out the venue will not be missed."

I've seen a lot of people who rent out a venue, but it's the first time I've seen someone who has booked a venue and let them do business normally. As the saying goes, if something goes wrong, it's a monster. The matter is detached.

"If you cooperate well, there will be rewards here!"

Jiao Shun smiled slightly, turned around and took a set of Four Treasures of the Study from the car, and ordered: "Let's go, take us to the backstage first."

There are quite a few dignitaries in the backstage of the curious theater troupe, but this time they went straight to the backstage, holding a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and it was the first time that the troupe master saw it.

Furthermore, it has always been said that the singing is good to watch, how can it be said that the cooperation is good to be rewarded?

He was really not at ease in his heart, and finally he had the courage to inquire: "I don't know what the master's order is, but I hope I can tell the younger one, and the younger one can follow suit."

"Actually nothing."

Jiao Shun said with a smile: "My wife has a whim and plans to write a vernacular novel with an actor as the main character, so I want to ask you how you live in your daily life."

After hearing this, the class leader finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Nowadays, there are quite a few people writing vernacular novels in the market. Although female authors are relatively rare, it is not uncommon for these noble ladies to come up with whims due to their boredom.

No more doubts at the moment, just secretly sent someone to tell everyone in the theater troupe to say that it's all about making trouble, those things that are too nasty and obscene, don't dare to stab the nobles in front of them.

So Lin Daiyu, accompanied by Jiao Shun, started the gathering.

At first she saw that the theater troupe was full of men, so she was somewhat timid, so she could only relay the questions through Jiao Shun's mouth, but after she gradually got used to it, she let it go, and later on, she focused on questioning the prevarication.

Jiao Shun, on the other hand, retreated behind the scenes, and was responsible for brewing ink and pouring tea for her, and when the actors tried to perfunctory, he stood up and used coercion and temptation.

The two of them worked together and worked together, sweating all the actors. They didn't dare to say it, and they were unwilling to say it. They secretly said that this was much more tiring than performing on stage. Of course, under the temptation of yellow and white things, most of them People finally choose to surrender.

In the afternoon, the troupe opened normally.

Jiao Shun took Lin Daiyu back and forth to the front and back, taking a panoramic view of all living beings.

When she returned to Peach Blossom Lane after nightfall, Lin Daiyu was still unsatisfied, and regretted not bringing along a knowledgeable Ou Guan, so many details were still unclear.

"Let's not rush."

Jiao Shun smiled and said comfortingly: "When you have a thorough understanding of the results of this gathering, let's find another opportunity and come back again - at that time, we will change to another theater and see the difference between different troupes."

Lin Daiyu nodded repeatedly. Although she just came out of the theater, she was already thinking about the scene of the next performance.

Talking and laughing along the way, and soon returned to Peach Blossom Lane.

Jiao Shun jumped out of the car one step at a time. Lin Daiyu was just waiting to set up the steps when he pulled her off and hugged her in her arms.

Lin Daiyu exclaimed, subconsciously supported Jiao Shun's chest with her hands, and asked, "Do, what do you do?"

Jiao Shun pouted towards the sky: "Look at the moon, tomorrow will be the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Lin Daiyu subconsciously looked at the bright moon in the sky, and then remembered the agreement she had made with Jiao Shun.

seem……

The time has come to make a decision.

Her heart seemed to be seized by something suddenly, and she was so nervous that she could hardly breathe, let alone make a choice.

At this time, Jiao Shun suddenly said with a smile: "Since it's the Mid-Autumn Festival, we should have a happy reunion today."

After finishing speaking, she carried Lin Daiyu and walked to the boudoir of the hall.

Only then did Lin Daiyu realize that he hadn't left himself a choice at all.

If a month ago, sister Lin might have been annoyed by Jiao Shun's backlash, but now...

That's all~

She sighed inwardly, and quietly grasped Jiao Shun's front with her little hand on her chest - if 'that person' could be so overbearing back then, how could he be in this situation?

…………

Two quarters later.

Xueyan, who took the time to dress up, hurried back to the door of Lin Daiyu's boudoir, only to find that Zijuan was standing in front of the door with her hands down, her face as red as cinnabar.

Xueyan's joy disappeared immediately, and she subconsciously asked, "Why is sister here?!"

Zijuan looked up at her, secretly clenched the hem of her clothes, and said in a trembling voice: "I'm the one on duty today, but my sister doesn't need to come here."

In just two sentences, each other understood each other's intentions and awareness, and the eyes of the four met faintly as if a spark had been sparked, and for a while, the house was covered with war clouds.

(End of this chapter)