"What did he say and do just now?"

She Yue replied: "The second master came back joltingly, his hair was disheveled, and he asked me where the jade bracelet was. I said I just heard that he was beaten to death by outsiders. He suddenly shed tears, and in front of the case——

She pointed and said, "I wrote an article. After I finished writing, I put down my pen and fell down on the kang like this."

Jia Cong walked over and took a look. There was an article on the desk, titled "The Elegy of Broken Jade's Daughter", and he started to read it from the beginning. After all, Jia Cong had been reading for so many years, and the quality of the article could always be seen. This article

It is full of Jia Baoyu's beauty of heaven and earth, and it can be said that every word is bloody and touching. Even a cold-blooded person like Jia Cong shed tears after reading it. It is an unforgettable article.

A wonderful article that is inferior to the ancients! I couldn't help but clapped my hands and praised: "Good! Let me just say, his intelligence is not in interpersonal communication." He then guessed that Jia Baoyu was a literati, and he was still immersed in the mood of writing the article just now.

After coming out, he turned around and said to Jia Mu, "The old lady is fine, and Brother Baoyu is fine. Please stay away for a while. I have something to say to him."

Jia Mu only thought that he was about to cast a spell and hurriedly led others to avoid it.

Jia Cong then came to Baoyu's bed and sighed: "If you had shown this skill earlier, Yuchuan'er would not have died."

Baoyu woke up immediately when he heard the words "Yuchuan'er" and cried: "Sister Yuchuan'er! I can't help you!"

Normally, Jia Cong would have scolded him for having a fatherly heart, but now he understood Jia Baoyu's position: a writer, an artist, a purely perceptual creature who lives outside of real life and creates art for the public! Therefore, he is not required to do so.

Other than that, it's okay if he's not crazy. So he pretended to coax him: "People can't be resurrected after death, so please forgive me and obey."

Baoyu burst into tears.

Knowing that he was crying to vent his emotions, Jia Cong did not stop him and let him cry slowly. He took the "Shattered Jade Daughter's Memorial" and carefully appreciated it many times. The more he looked at it, the better it got, so he leaned at the desk and copied it.

Once again. When Baoyu finally got tired of crying, he said: "Brother Baoyu, this article is excellent. When I take it out and publish it, it will definitely shock the scholars!"

Baoyu hurriedly said: "No! This is for sister Yuchuan'er!"

"If you take this and publish it, I dare say, you will have a famous literary name, and by the way, you will also have money for manuscript fees. With a literary name and money earned by yourself, you will have strength. With strength, eight months

The old lady will definitely kill Jinchuaner after that, so you can stop her."

Baoyu was shocked!

Jia Cong smiled and waved the article in his hand: "Jia Baoyu, you are feeling uncomfortable right now, and you really feel sorry for Yu Chuan'er's life, because you are fine and she is beautiful, so you don't think she has to pay with her life, right?

"

Baoyu nodded slightly.

"Then what you feel most uncomfortable about is not this, but the resentment that you are incompetent. My ancestors have loved you since you were young, so what do you say? I don't want you to even have the power to spare a little girl. Second Master Bao, please

It's not your skill as an old lady, this is your skill. Burning this article in front of Yuchuan'er's grave is not your skill, but making thousands of scribes admire you is your skill. Burning this article in front of Yuchuan'er's grave won't save her sister, there are thousands

Wan Wenshi admires you for saving her sister. Whether you give your heart to her spirit in heaven or use it to save her sister's life, you can decide for yourself." After saying this, he threw the article into Baoyu's arms and turned around to leave.

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As soon as he went out, Jia Mu was waiting at the door. When she saw him coming out, she quickly asked: "How is Baoyu? Why have you been crying for so long?"

Jia Cong smiled and said: "Nothing has happened, and the future is bright. My ancestors, don't go and see him now, let him be quiet for a while."

Jia Mu hurriedly said "Okay" and ordered She Yue not to go in either.

Jia Cong returned to Lixiangyuan with his own copy of "The Legend of Broken Jade Daughters" and said with a smile: "Come on, come on! Let me show you this!"

Seeing that he had been away for so long, everyone brought out a piece of paper when he came back. They all laughed and said, "Did the Third Prince draw talismans?"

Jia Cong first handed the article to Jarvis: "Brother Yao'er, take a look, is this good?"

How could a group of people wait? They all gathered around him and bent their heads to read, and some people shook their heads and read out, and couldn't help but cheered: "Where did you get it? Every word is precious, and the writing is perfect!"

Jia Cong said: "Let's not step on Jia Baoyu anymore."

"ah?"

Jia Cong said: "Just let him concentrate on being a literary talent. He wrote this, and I plan to coax him to let me publish it and sell it for money."

Jia Huan was stunned for a moment and shouted: "No! You must continue to step on it!"

"what?"

Jia Huan chuckled twice: "If we didn't step on him today, he wouldn't be able to write this. If we don't step on him anymore, he will be exhausted tomorrow."
Chapter completed!