Chapter 611: Wanton Madness in the Study

Rongguo Prefecture, East Courtyard, Mengpo Study.

Baoyu had been dallying with maids since he was a child and was slick and familiar with the affairs between men and women.

A maid with schemes like Xi Ren, in order to use him to climb to wealth, had even seduced him into bed when he was only ten years old.

A young, ignorant boy of ten had no power of self-knowledge or self-awakening.

Indulging too early in this soul-stirring matter, it was easiest to become addicted and unwilling to pull himself out. He even had to say things like "daughters are made of water" to beautify his own absurdity.

Although Baoyu kept saying he was a pure person, his heart was already rotten, and the foundation of his character had long been ruined.

He had read some poetry and books, and although they were of no use to his official career or economy, they were all used by him to whitewash and comfort himself, claiming to be noble.

Before Jia Cong appeared, Baoyu was the only golden phoenix of the Rongguo Prefecture. This style of his had an unusually fatal temptation for those young, beautiful maids who were just blossoming with feelings.

Although Seeing Seeing Baochan had a bit of a sharp tongue, she was actually an immature little maid in the inner quarters, and naturally, she couldn't escape this.

She had a slim and graceful figure and a pretty and charming face. Baoyu would definitely be attracted if he saw her usually.

But because she was a maid from an outside family, Baoyu mostly only said good things about "daughters being precious" to coax and deceive her, but didn't have the guts to cross the line.

But today, he was deliberately made drunk by Xue Pan, losing his virtue in his drunkenness, his mind muddled, completely losing his usual constraints, and his behavior became increasingly unscrupulous.

He was accustomed to being sweet-mouthed in front of daughters, and seeing such a beautiful maid, how could he be willing to let go? After getting Seeing Seeing Baochan to support him into the study, his desires grew even stronger.

In his drunken stupor, he indulged wantonly, first with sweet words, then with soft pleas, coaxing the still immature Seeing Seeing Baochan until her heart was hot and jumping, her body soft and confused, letting him do as he pleased.

Baoyu then became even more emboldened by the wine, his actions becoming increasingly wild, first sniffing her scent, then biting her lips, his hands becoming unscrupulous, pinching and exploring, doing everything...

Seeing Seeing Baochan saw that Baoyu, who had just been gently coaxing her, suddenly seemed to have changed his face, his movements becoming increasingly wild, playing with her until she was panting, scaring her until she was trembling all over.

She suppressed the urge to scream and said with a trembling voice, "Bao Er Ye, don't do this. I'm scared. If my Mistress and Miss find out, Seeing Seeing Baochan will lose her life."

Baoyu laughed foolishly, "Sister, don't be afraid. This is the great human ethics, it is natural and right. The sages of the ancients were all like this. If Sister doesn't understand, I will teach you.

You don't need to worry about your Mistress and Miss. As long as I find an excuse, I can ask for you, and in the future, we will be together every day."

Baoyu was just talking nonsense, but Seeing Seeing Baochan heard it and delusions were born.

Her hands and feet had originally resisted, but suddenly they all lost their strength, letting Baoyu untie her belt and divide her clothes, reaching into her bosom. The sound of tearing silk came from the study...

East Courtyard, back garden. Because it had just been renovated at the end of last year, the flowers and trees of the four seasons planted everywhere were sprouting and growing in the warm April weather, lush and full of vitality.

The two entered the back garden and headed toward the Mengpo Study. Along the way, there was scenery everywhere, and every step had a view.

Although Jia Zheng had been angry when mentioning Baoyu, chatting with Jia Cong along the way about imperial examination news and interesting book topics, Jia Zheng's mood became very comfortable, and his disappointment in his son temporarily faded.

Jia Zheng said, "Minister Li of the Ministry of Works is from Hangzhou Prefecture. Yesterday he sent me a jar of 'Mingqian Longjing' tea, which is quite rare. It is said that his family sent it by fast horse.

We have both drunk a few cups of wine just now; it is just right to use this Mingqian Longjing to clear our spirits. It can be considered a great pleasure."

Jia Cong heard this and smiled, "Master, it has only been ten days since Qingming. To be able to send Mingqian tea from Hangzhou Prefecture from so far away, that is an extremely fresh and rare treasure tea. Today, I can be considered to have a good fortune."

The uncle and nephew chatted and laughed all the way, and soon arrived at the entrance of the Mengpo Study.

Because Jia Cong had practiced martial arts since he was a child and tempered his body, his ears and eyes were more sensitive than ordinary people. From the tightly closed study, the sound of male and female panting and playing actually came out...

Jia Cong was shocked. Who had such guts to dare to be romantic and reckless in Jia Zheng's study?

You must know that whether it was a wealthy noble family or an official family, the study was an extremely clean and noble place, a place for the master to read, cultivate his heart, and receive close friends.

Loud noises, playing, and laughing were usually forbidden in the study, so as not to disgrace the literati.

Jia Zheng had loved reading since he was a child. Although his talent in reading was mediocre, he had always considered himself a scholar and had spent half his life admiring the fame of the imperial examinations.

Therefore, the study was his important place at home, and on most days off, he spent his time in the study.

This was also the reason why Jia Zheng wanted to move to the East Courtyard, and why Jia Cong wanted to enclose his favorite Mengpo Study into the back garden of the East Courtyard.

At this time, Jia Cong could even vaguely distinguish that the male voice coming from the study sounded vaguely like Baoyu...

He frowned slightly, and his feet slowed down involuntarily, but Jia Zheng beside him didn't notice and walked in front of Jia Cong without knowing it.

Jia Cong saw Jia Zheng walking to the door of the study and suddenly quickened his pace, seemingly noticing the movement in the study.

Jia Cong sighed slightly in his heart, only to see Jia Zheng walk to the door of the study, push open the door, and the scene of spring light leaking out of the study rushed directly into his eyes.

Jia Cong followed behind Jia Zheng and, through the open door, clearly saw Baoyu pressing a young woman on the sleeping couch beside the desk.

The woman was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and judging by her attire, she looked like a maid.

Her side profile was pretty and alluring, her face rosy and charming, her figure slim and undulating, her hair disheveled, and her clothes open, revealing a piece of snowy, greasy shoulder.

Baoyu's face was flushed red, reeking of alcohol, and he didn't notice the study door being pushed open for a while. He was still laughing and playing, using his hands on the woman on the couch, forgetting everything.

His belt didn't know where it had gone, his long gown had long been untied, and his snowy silk trousers had slipped halfway down. He was truly in a shameful state, unbearable to look at.

Jia Cong was also stunned by the scene before him. Baoyu's absurdity was truly frightening.

Last time in the inner quarters, he scolded the Empress Dowager as a "foolish man and woman." Now he was openly molesting a maid in his father's study?

At that moment, a strange hallucination even appeared in his mind: a large group of third-rate tabloid reporters, holding cameras and flashes, excitedly pressing the shutter, instantly blinding a piece of dog eyes...

Jia Zheng was shaking with anger, and after a long while, he let out a hysterical roar: "You unfilial beast, you actually do such base things in the study!"

Seeing Seeing Baochan was being coaxed and deceived by Baoyu, half-pushed and half-willing, lying on the sleeping couch, just waiting for the spring of heaven and earth...

Suddenly, she found the study door wide open. The room, which had been dim, suddenly became bright, and two male figures broke in.

This romantic affair was suddenly broken, scaring Seeing Seeing Baochan until she screamed. She didn't know where the strength came from, but she kicked Baoyu, who was pressing on her, to the ground.

She rolled off the couch, hurriedly squatted down to cover her clothes, hiding the spring light in front of her. On the floor in front of the couch, a torn white silk bodice fell, embroidered with lotus and mandarin ducks, which was unusually eye-catching.

Even though Baoyu was heavily drunk, hearing Jia Zheng's soul-destroying roar and being kicked by Seeing Seeing Baochan, his whole body was instantly chilled, and he sobered up.

He saw his father Jia Zheng rushing toward him with eyes about to split, and he screamed, running away without caring about his clothes.

He probably ran in a panic and didn't run to the door, but instead rushed into the study. Jia Zheng was furious and picked up the inkstone on the table and threw it at him.

Jia Zheng was originally a scholar who couldn't even truss a chicken, but this inkstone was thrown with great strength. Jia Cong only saw a black light flash in the air, and his face couldn't help but change.

Baoyu, who was running away, heard the wind behind his ears and couldn't help but look back, seeing a black object whistling toward him, and subconsciously tilted his head.

That high-quality red-flower stone inkstone brushed past his forehead. Baoyu screamed and fell to the ground, covering his forehead with blood flowing down half his face.

Jia Cong saw that in just a blink of an eye, Jia Zheng, a person who didn't work, was like a god helping him, using his strength to beat his son Baoyu until his head was broken and bleeding.

Jia Zheng saw Baoyu in such a sorry state, but his fury seemed still unable to be eliminated. He picked up the blood-stained inkstone from the ground, grabbed Baoyu, who had fallen to the ground, and raised the inkstone to smash it down.

He roared angrily, "You unvirtuous beast, I will end you today, so you won't do evil in the future!"

Watching the hard inkstone fall toward Baoyu's forehead, Seeing Seeing Baochan on the side wanted to rush up to stop it, but she was already scared until her legs were soft and she couldn't move at all.

With this inkstone from Jia Zheng, whether it was Bao Jin, Bao Yin, or King Baoyu, they would definitely all be finished together...

Just as Jia Zheng was about to smash the inkstone on Baoyu's head regardless, almost at the last moment, Jia Cong rushed up, grabbed Jia Zheng's wrist, and snatched the inkstone from his hand.

Jia Zheng stomped his feet and shouted, "Brother Cong, why do you have to stop me? Let me beat this beast to death. Wouldn't it be over once and for all, and my ears would be quiet!"

... Jia Cong glanced at Baoyu, who was sitting on the ground, and turned his eyes away expressionlessly.

He said, "Master, please calm your anger for a moment. Today is Baoyu's birthday banquet. Although most of the guests in the outer hall have left, there are still many female guests in the inner hall talking to the old lady and the Mistress.

If you beat Baoyu to death at this time, the news will definitely not be hidden. By then, things will be difficult to clean up. Both the Jia family and the Xia family will lose face. How will you and the Mistress conduct yourselves in the future?

The old lady is already advanced in years, and I'm afraid she won't be able to bear such a shock. If something bad happens, the Rongguo Prefecture will be stained with a bad reputation from now on, and it will become a laughingstock for several generations. Master, think twice!"

Jia Cong's words hit the crux of the matter. Jia Zheng was also scared into a cold sweat, knowing that Jia Cong's words were all reasonable.

If he took his son's life with his own hands on his son's birthday, such a human tragedy would definitely cause the old lady to die of grief, and he would become an unfilial and unvirtuous person.

The Jia family would also be left with an indelible bad reputation, and he would be ashamed to face his ancestors after he died. Thinking of this, he was like being splashed with a bucket of cold water, and he instantly sobered up...

The Jia family would also be left with an indelible stain, and he would feel ashamed to face his ancestors even after he died; thinking of this, he felt as if he had been splashed with a bucket of cold water, and he suddenly became sober...

He didn't expect that after Jia Zheng denied Baoyu's delusions about Daiyu, he would still return to his old habits while drunk and pester Daiyu with his words, which truly made Jia Cong feel disgusted...

If he hadn't followed Jia Zheng into the Mengpo Study today, even if Jia Zheng beat Baoyu to death, it would have nothing to do with him. A strict father teaching his son is natural and right; what does it have to do with others?

However, he happened to be present today. If Jia Zheng beat his son Baoyu to death in front of him, Jia Cong, as the head of the household, would be left with gossip.

!

Jia Mu and Lady Wang would mostly likely blame him, blaming him for not stopping it in time. Although this wouldn't make things difficult for him, it would definitely lead to endless trouble in the Jia family from now on.

Moreover, there was a more important matter at hand: the Spring Examination results were about to be released, which concerned his own official career.

If it was rumored that he, as the head of the household, watched his uncle beat his son to death without stopping him,

unclear rumors would likely follow him for the rest of his life, and he would never be able to wash them away. For a person like Baoyu, it was truly not worth it.

Therefore, whether for public or private reasons, he had to stop Jia Zheng from killing today...

At this time, Jia Zheng regained his reason and sat on the stool, his expression very dejected.

Seeing Seeing Baochan, who had been scared until her legs were soft, didn't take the opportunity to slip away, but crawled to Baoyu's side with soft hands and feet, took out the silk handkerchief, and tremblingly bandaged Baoyu's wound.

Seeing this scene, Jia Cong was also slightly stunned. Although this little maid was frivolous, she had some sincerity toward Baoyu.

Jia Zheng also came to his senses and asked, "Brother Cong, why did you say just now that this matter would make the Jia and Xia families lose face? How does it concern the Xia family?"

Jia Cong said, "Master, I have seen this girl before. She is Xia Gu Niang's personal maid. She came to the prefecture today to attend the banquet with her master. Her name is Seeing Seeing Baochan."

Seeing Seeing Baochan, on the side, heard Jia Cong call her name and felt a bit strange.

Although she had been to the Jia family several times and had met this Jia Cong a few times, the Miss had never called her name in front of others. How did this person know her name?

Jia Zheng glanced at Seeing Seeing Baochan and saw that she was indeed not a maid of the East Courtyard, so he knew Jia Cong was right.

Thinking that Baoyu was entertaining guests on his birthday today, it would have been fine if he had just fooled around with his own maids.

He actually molested the guest's maid. It was truly shameless. He pointed at Baoyu and cursed him as a beast several times. If it weren't for Jia Cong stopping him, he would have started a fight again.

Jia Cong pacified Jia Zheng and said to Seeing Seeing Baochan, "Young lady, today Baoyu lost his virtue after drinking and did such a thing. He will naturally be disciplined by the elders of the Jia family.

However, you came to the prefecture as a guest with your master, yet you engaged in lewd acts with the family's son in broad daylight.

Once Mistress Xia and Xia Gu Niang find out—as the saying goes, 'there are many rights and wrongs in front of a widow's door'—in order to maintain the Xia family's reputation and prove their innocence, I'm afraid they will take your life on the spot!"

Seeing Seeing Baochan heard Jia Cong's cold words, but didn't feel he was threatening her. Thinking of the severity of the matter, her face turned pale, and she trembled with fear.

Her own Mistress had been a widow for more than ten years, not only managing the Xia family's imperial merchant business tightly, but also being cautious in her conduct, with a clean reputation and no mistakes.

Her own Miss was still an unmarried virgin, and her reputation was more important than her life.

She was the Miss's personal maid, yet she fooled around with Baoyu while visiting. If this matter were spread, it would destroy the Mistress's clean name and the Miss's reputation all at once.

That would be a monstrous disaster. With her own Mistress's usual ruthlessness, as long as she found out about this, she wouldn't let her walk out of the Jia Prefecture alive today.

She would mostly likely act on the spot, beating her to death to prove her innocence.

In such a situation, it was just a small matter of being fined a few loads of rice by the government. Could the Mistress not do it...

Seeing Seeing Baochan cried in fear, "The slave maid was wrong. Please spare my life, Earl of Weiyuan. Please don't tell my Mistress. I beg you."

Jia Cong said coldly, "I can not mention this matter, but you must also keep your mouth shut and not reveal a word, otherwise, you will be the first to die!"

Seeing Seeing Baochan said tremblingly, "The slave maid absolutely dares not reveal a word."

Jia Cong said, "It's good that you know. Leave immediately, find a place to clean yourself up, and then go see your Miss and Mistress. Don't let them see any flaws!"

Seeing Seeing Baochan hurriedly agreed. She knew it was not the time to dawdle. She looked back at the bodice by the sleeping couch.

Just now, Baoyu was anxious and crazy, tearing and fooling around with excessive force, tearing her bodice. Fortunately, her clothes were not damaged. If she went out to fix herself up, she should be able to cover it up...

She looked at Baoyu, who was tied with a silk handkerchief on his head and scared out of his wits, and left the study staggering.

Jia Zheng saw Seeing Seeing Baochan leave in a sorry state. After hearing Jia Cong's reminder, he temporarily put aside the idea of disciplining his son and turned to worry about the Jia family's reputation.

Today Baoyu molested a guest's maid. Once the matter was leaked, the Rongguo Jia family would truly lose all reputation. He, Jia Zheng, would never be able to see anyone again. How could he have the face to be an official?

He asked worriedly, "Brother Cong, will this little maid reveal this matter when she goes back?"

Jia Cong said, "Master can rest assured. I have already explained the severity of the matter just now. This girl knows very well in her heart that if she wants to save her life, she will never take the initiative to reveal this matter.

However, I also told you just now that Mistress Xia has been a widow for more than ten years. A woman who can manage the Xia family's imperial merchant business to this point is definitely not an ordinary person.

This little maid is somewhat immature. I'm worried she will reveal flaws, and then she won't be able to hide it from Mistress Xia's eyes. As long as she is slightly threatened, this little maid won't be able to hide anything."

Jia Zheng, who had always been upright and pedantic, heard Jia Cong's words and said something that went against his nature: "Then what should be done!"

Jia Cong glanced at Baoyu and said, "I heard you mention just now that the Mistress wants to arrange a marriage between Baoyu and Xia Gu Niang. This marriage is also timely.

If the Mistress can reach an agreement with Mistress Xia on this marriage, and Baoyu and the Xia family's daughter set a wedding date and exchange engagement letters, this matter will be settled once and for all.

Seeing Seeing Baochan is Xia Gu Niang's personal maid and will definitely have to accompany her as a dowry maid to the Jia family. The risk of the absurd thing Baoyu did today will then vanish.

Even if someone knows the ins and outs later, they won't be able to say anything..."

Jia Zheng's eyes lit up after hearing Jia Cong's words. His nephew, at such a young age, could achieve such great merit. He was indeed clever and full of strange plans. In just a moment, he thought of such a method...

Jia Cong added, "Master, this marriage should be done sooner rather than later, so as not to let that little maid be seen through. If the Xia family makes a scene, it will be difficult to clean up."

On the side, Baoyu's forehead was in great pain. In fact, it was just some skin and flesh scraped off. Although it was scary to bleed for a while, he didn't suffer a serious injury. After being bandaged by Seeing Seeing Baochan with a silk handkerchief, the bleeding stopped quickly.

At this time, he endured the pain on his head, seeing that his father Jia Zheng didn't come to discipline him, his heart felt slightly settled.

He thought for a while about how to send a message to the old lady and the Mistress, asking them to come over quickly to resolve the situation, so that this matter could be covered up early—it had always been like this in the past.

He thought again about how he was just having fun with Seeing Seeing Baochan, but was rudely interrupted. That pretty and hot little maid had left, and he didn't know if he would have such a romantic encounter in this life...

Just as he was feeling sentimental as usual, he suddenly heard Jia Cong instigating Jia Zheng to quickly arrange a marriage between him and Xia Gu Niang to cover up today's incident and avoid damaging the Jia family's reputation.

Baoyu couldn't help but feel angry. He and Seeing Seeing Baochan were in love with each other, both willing, and no one forced anyone.

It was originally a romantic affair, but it was stirred up by them until they were shouting and killing, making it vulgar.

That Jia Cong even thought of such a sinister idea to marry him to Xia Gu Niang to maintain that worldly decorum. He, a "salary-worm," only knew how to play tricks and deceit; he was not fit for the elegant hall!

I am thinking only of Lin Meimei; how can I marry Xia Gu Niang? This is too unfair to people. I will absolutely not do such an ungrateful thing...

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