Dream of the Red Chamber 1-7

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Chapter 1: A Mischievous Boy's Dream of Joy and Wit.

In the courtyard of Rongxi Hall, Jin Chuan plays. In a street in the capital, the sound of the fourth watch echoed. The street was not as bustling and crowded as it was during the day.
In front of a mansion on the north side of the street, two large stone lions crouched, and a three-bay gate with animal-head carvings stood. Above the main gate was a plaque with
the five large characters "Imperial Decree: Ningguo Mansion." Not far from this mansion was another large house, also with three bays—this
was the Rongguo Mansion. In a side room within the inner courtyard of the Rongguo Mansion, a boy was sleeping soundly in the arms of a young girl
. Suddenly, the boy, who had been sleeping sweetly, frowned and entered a strange dream.
In the brightly lit courtyard, the boy was chasing and playing with his sisters, surrounded by maids and servants. The courtyard was soon
filled with the laughter of children and the concerned calls of the old women. The children ranged in
age from four or five to over ten.

One of the old women called out, "My little darlings, slow down! Don't fall!" But the children
paid no heed, chasing and playing even more fiercely. Soon after, the youngest girl tripped and fell.

The boy rushed to her side, picked her up, and anxiously asked, "Sister Tanchun, did you hurt yourself? Let
your brother see if you're hurt anywhere." He then carefully searched her body. Seeing a small tear in Tanchun's
brightly colored dress and blood seeping from the scrapes on her chubby hands, he was so distressed that tears
streamed down his face.

The little Tan Chun, who had fallen, didn't cry. Seeing the boy's tears, she smiled sweetly and comforted him, "Second
Brother, Tan Chun isn't hurt. Second Brother, don't be sad."

The boy replied, "I know Tan Chun is strong-willed, but look, you're bleeding, and you say it doesn't hurt."

He then felt strange, not seeing any of the maids or servants around to check on her. Turning around, he saw that the courtyard, which had been full of people
, was gone, so he turned to look for them. Suddenly, dark clouds filled the sky, followed by lightning, thunder, and a strong wind
. Even little Tan Chun was terrified and clung tightly to the boy's hand. The boy felt Tan Chun
trembling arms and was about to turn and hug his sister when he turned around
and found her gone. Just as he was about to shout, a clap of thunder interrupted him, followed by a flash of lightning. The boy had no choice but to turn and run towards his room.
He should have found himself in his room, but instead, he found himself on a mountaintop. Now the boy completely panicked
and burst into tears.

The

boy, already bewildered, heard someone calling his name and searched for the source of the voice,
but after a long search, he saw no one and thought he had misheard. This time, however, he heard it clearly; the voice was coming from the sky. He looked up and saw a ball of white light floating in the air.

" Who are you? Are you a deity?" Seeing this, Baoyu remembered the stories , where gods and immortals lived on mountaintops, and he casually voiced his doubts. "I am neither god nor immortal, I am both speaker and listener. Do you know who you are?" Baoyu had been confused by the first part of the story—what kind of deity or listener was this? Remembering that the deities in those stories often spoke in languages he couldn't understand, he became convinced that the white light was a deity. Since the speaker knew his name and yet asked who he was, he could only answer timidly. "My name is Jia Baoyu, the second son of Jia Zheng of the Rongguo Mansion." "You are still too young to understand, but I know your past and present lives, even your origins." As soon as the voice fell, a flash of white light appeared, and the surroundings returned to the Rongguo Mansion. Baoyu was about to rejoice at being back home when he saw squads of soldiers rushing into his house, taking away his father and all the men, and beginning to ransack the place, taking away all the valuables. "What...what are they doing?" A child like him had never seen anything like this before. Just as he was about to ask, the surroundings changed again, and he found himself in a room. An elderly woman with silver hair, dressed in luxurious clothes, lay on the main chair with her eyes closed. Around her, a group of women, young and old, were all weeping bitterly. Seeing everyone crying and making a scene in front of , who remained indifferent, they didn't understand what was happening, but instinctively felt it must be something bad, and finally, they couldn't help but burst into tears. After Baoyu had cried himself to sleep, the white light's voice slowly returned: "You came into this world because you wanted to experience the myriad aspects . What you've glimpsed so far is but a drop in the ocean; I fear you won't be able to withstand the joys and sorrows to come." Upon hearing that something even more terrifying was about to happen, and remembering how immortals in stories always knelt and kowtowed: "I beg the immortals to protect me. Since you know my past and present lives, you can surely help me." The white light said: "Your life was already destined, not what I intended. If you wish to defy fate, I will help you. I will first teach you a technique to help you transform your body and cleanse your marrow. Once you have awakened, I will come back to find you." Before he could reply , a flash of white light appeared, and Jia Baoyu felt his body lighten, as if he had been thrown up. He leaned forward and sat up, opening his eyes wide to look around, finally finding himself sitting on the bed. "Young Master Bao, Young Master Bao, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare? It's chilly at night, lie down quickly, be careful not to catch a cold!" A gentle, girlish voice came, and then a beautiful young woman embraced Baoyu. This young woman was Xiren, originally surnamed Hua, and her given name was Ruizhu. She was four years older than Baoyu, in the prime of her youth, and was one of Grandmother Jia's four personal maids. These four maids had been with Grandmother Jia since childhood and were personally trained by her. Although Xiren's appearance was slightly less striking than the other three maids, Grandmother Jia knew that she was kind-hearted, diligent, and considerate. She also felt that the house was too big and that the child needed someone to sleep with him, otherwise he might be prone to nightmares. Furthermore, because Baoyu disliked the older women, she was assigned to serve Baoyu's daily needs. Because her surname was Hua, Baoyu renamed her Xiren, meaning "the fragrance of flowers assails one, knowing the warmth of the day!" Baoyu didn't mention his dream, but instead said, "Sister Xiren, have you forgotten again? Didn't I tell you that you can just call me Baoyu when it's just between you and me?" "How can that be? You're a master, and I'm just a servant girl. How dare I call you that!" "Good sister, when have I ever treated you like a maid? I know you truly care for me, treating . But you call me 'master,' it sounds so distant! If you don't call me Baoyu, I'll get angry." Having said that, he...

He turned his head to the side.

Hearing this, Xiren felt a warmth in her heart and said, "Good, good, good! Baoyu! Baoyu! Is this alright?"

"That's my good sister!" Baoyu turned his head and kissed Xiren's red lips a few times before lying back down
on the bed .

"Baoyu, wait a moment. Now that you're awake, pee first, otherwise you'll wet the bed again." She then pulled Baoyu up
and draped a small jacket over him. Then she had Baoyu stand by the bed and removed his underpants. She got out of bed,
picked up the chamber pot, and placed it under Baoyu's crotch. After Baoyu finished urinating, he was about to pull up his pants

when Xiren quickly stopped him, saying, "Wait a moment, you need to wipe yourself clean after you're done." She put the chamber pot back in
its a damp cloth and carefully wiped Baoyu's penis. When she touched the exposed urethral opening, Baoyu
trembled. After cleaning, they both returned to bed, and Xiren pulled Baoyu into her arms and tucked him in. Baoyu
inhaled the faint fragrance of a young girl emanating from Xiren. Since he was lying on his side in Xiren's arms and could only
move one hand, he gently stroked her back, feeling the smooth skin of the young girl. Xiren felt a slight
tingling sensation spread throughout her body as her hand moved. Just as she was enjoying this mild pleasure, she realized that the hand had touched
her bottom. She hurriedly grabbed the hand.

"Sleep well, don't make a fuss!"

"Good sister, where did you put that thing of mine?"

"I wrapped it in a silk scarf and put it under my pillow. You usually dislike this treasure the most, you only want someone to kiss and hug
you before you'll wear it. Why did you think of it now?" Seeing that Baoyu didn't answer, Xiren assumed it was just childish behavior and didn't
press further.

The thing Baoyu was referring to was the Spirit Jade. This Spirit Jade was truly a strange story. After Lady Wang
gave birth to Baoyu, she discovered that the child had a piece of pure green jade in his mouth, crystal clear and without
a single impurity. Everyone in the Jia household thought this must be a treasure, but Baoyu felt that if it were truly a treasure,
everyone have it, yet he alone possessed it, so he felt it wasn't anything special
. He only reluctantly wore it after Xiren had to coax and cuddle him. After a while, seeing that Xiren's breathing was even, he took the jade from under his pillow,
put it in his mouth, and, following the instructions of the immortals, cleared his mind of distractions. Soon, he felt a faint
, warm current flowing down from the jade to his lower abdomen. Baoyu used a special method to slowly circulate this warmth throughout his body.
After one cycle, he felt incredibly comfortable and indescribably pleasant. He repeated this three times before stopping, taking the jade out,
wrapping it up, and putting it back under his pillow.

Because of practicing the technique, Baoyu was no longer sleepy and began to admire Xiren before him, gently
stroking . His fingers traced from her brow to the tip of her nose, then pinched her lips, before slipping inside her
bodice and touching her soft breasts. Despite her young age, Xiren
's breasts were already quite well-developed. His fingers, roaming over her breasts, finally touched her erect nipples. Like receiving a new toy, he
gently pinched them with his thumb and forefinger, then lightly scratched them with his nails, eliciting soft nasal sounds from Xiren. Baoyu continued to play with the nipples, which had hardened
from the stimulation, before sliding his fingers down her flat stomach into her undergarments.
A few days earlier, Baoyu had inadvertently peeked at his aunt bathing and vaguely knew that men and women's genitals were different. Adults and children were even more
different. His aunt's heavy breasts were far superior to Xiren's.
What surprised Baoyu most was the thick pubic hair on his aunt's genitals. Now he wondered if Xiren had the same kind of hair. When Baoyu's
fingers touched the sparse pubic hair on the mons pubis, he assumed that women probably grew
facial hair down there. Then he wondered what women's genitals looked like since they didn't have penises. Luckily, Xiren's legs were slightly parted at that moment,
otherwise it would have taken some effort. His hand continued downwards, and his fingers touched a small, raised fleshy bud. This touch
caused Xiren's body to tremble slightly, and she let out a soft moan.

This reaction startled Baoyu, who thought he had woken her. He quickly withdrew his hand, closed his eyes, and pretended to sleep
. After a while, finding no movement, he opened his eyes and peeked. Seeing Xiren's brows slightly furrowed, her red lips slightly parted, still
immersed in sleep, he mustered his courage and reached for the place he had just violated. This time, Baoyu wanted to carefully
examine Xiren's private parts, cautiously touching the pearl-like protrusion with his fingers, feeling
the different texture from her nipples. As his fingers teased her, Xiren's breathing intensified, and she began to gently writhe her body, letting out
faint moans. Baoyu's fingers continued to slide downwards, sinking into a crevice. Startled
, he pulled his hand away and looked at the glistening liquid on his fingers.

Baoyu wondered, "Did Sister Xiren pee?" He brought his fingers to his nose and smelled them. There was no
urine smell as he had imagined; instead, there was a strange, indescribable odor that wasn't unpleasant. Then he thought, "This silky, thick
texture is somewhat similar to saliva. That crevice feels like lips, and women have facial hair down there...
could it be a mouth?"

Full of curiosity, Baoyu eagerly explored Xiren's lips again, and sure enough,
he found a small opening within them. Just as he was rejoicing at his discovery, he felt
not only , but also a trickle of fluid slowly flowing out. Baoyu tried to use his index finger to stop the drooling little mouth from touching his fingertip,
but as soon as the little mouth touched him, the tender flesh contracted and enveloped his fingertip, with a suction force trying to pull
his finger in. Baoyu felt as if his finger was really being sucked and licked by a little mouth, and he couldn't help but
flick his fingertip up and down.

"Mmm...ah...!" Xiren's moan suddenly rose from a low point to a high point, a mixture of pain and pleasure. Baoyu
had never heard Xiren make such a sound before, but this simple sound made his heart flutter. For the first
time, a child felt a strange sexual interest in a woman's body, and they played until the sky began to lighten before he fell into a deep sleep, holding Xiren
.

Xiren woke up as soon as the sun rose in the morning, and looking at the boy who was holding her tightly, a feeling of happiness filled
her heart. Just as she was about to get up and wash, she felt a silky smoothness between her legs. Startled, Xiren quickly touched her inner thighs.
Although they were wet, it didn't seem like bedwetting. Could it be related to that strange dream she had last night? Thinking of what happened in the dream,
she blushed with embarrassment. "No, I have to change my clothes quickly, otherwise that hussy Qingwen will see and
make fun of me." She got out of bed and covered Baoyu with the quilt before hurriedly changing her soiled undergarments.
She changed her trousers and mixed them with some clothes she was going to wash in a basin. She then took the basin and went out to prepare to help
Baoyu get up after he had finished washing.

Since obtaining that miraculous skill, Jia Baoyu had secretly practiced it every night. In half a year, he seemed to have undergone a complete transformation.
Not only was his body much stronger, but he also shed his former weak temperament. His mind seemed to have opened up; he could not only remember what
he read , but he also learned music, chess, calligraphy, painting, medicine, and pharmacology. The various tutors Jia Zheng hired for him could only
teach him for a month before running out of things to teach, often leaving them speechless when asked questions. Before long, the news spread throughout the capital. From princes and
nobles to commoners, everyone knew that a child prodigy born with a jade pendant had emerged from the Jia family of the Rongguo Mansion.

Jia Zheng also had an eldest son named Jia Zhu, who was exceptionally talented from a young age and was also loved by his grandmother, Old Madam Shi. After
marrying he planned to take the imperial examinations, but unfortunately, he fell ill and died young. Jia Zheng had hoped that Baoyu would be like his
elder , but the boy, born with a jade in his mouth and exceptionally handsome, was doted on by his grandmother, Jia Mu. Since Jia Zhu had died young, she was
to raise him herself. Spoiled from a young age, Baoyu disliked studying and writing, preferring to play with his sisters and maids.
This angered Jia Zheng, who rarely gave him a kind look, but the old lady protected him, preventing him from scolding or beating him. However, in the past six months, Jia Zheng had become quite satisfied with
his son. Not only his colleagues but even princes praised his parenting skills, making Jia Zheng feel very proud
. Although he remained unsmiling in front of Baoyu, he was no longer as harsh on his son's behavior as before.

That day, as usual, Jia Baoyu first paid his respects to his grandmother in the morning, then to his father Jia Zheng in the study
, before preparing to pay his respects to his mother, Lady Wang. He soon arrived at Rongxi Hall, where Lady Wang was sitting
and drinking tea. Upon seeing Baoyu, she quickly invited him in. After respectfully paying his respects, Baoyu sat down next to Lady Wang and nestled
into her arms. Lady Wang put down her teacup, hugged Baoyu tightly, stroked his head, and smiled, saying, "My son, you've come at the right
time .

I have something to discuss with you." "What is it, Madam?"

"Before the New Year, I went to the temple to burn incense, praying to the Bodhisattva to bless the old lady with good health and longevity, and for our family to prosper. I also prayed for your
well-being . These past six months, you've been quite a worry. Although the master doesn't praise you to your face,
he often mentions you behind your back. I should have gone to fulfill my vow long ago, but I kept putting it off. Last night I even dreamed about it. It seems it's not advisable to
delay . I haven't been feeling well these past few days, so my son will go in my place."

“Of course, I’ve been eating lightly these past few days. But I wonder which temple it is?”

“Panxiang Temple!” (Note: To bring Miaoyu to the scene sooner, Panxiang Temple is mentioned as being in the capital.)

“Alright, I’ll go right away.”

“My son, be careful on your journey and don’t cause any trouble. There’s something else.”

“Please speak, Madam.”

“Your cousin from the Lin family in Suzhou is arriving today. My son, go and return as soon as possible, and don’t be impolite.”

“I’ve often heard the Old Madam mention this cousin from the Lin family, but I’ve never met her. Has Madam met her?”

“When I married into the Jia family, your aunt hadn’t married far away yet. She was the youngest in her family and was the old lady’s
darling. Later, she married your uncle Lin Ruhai, but passed away a few years later. The old lady cried her heart
out sure the old lady will love her dearly. You mustn’t mess with her.”

Baoyu agreed with a smile. Madam Wang naturally knew her son. He usually liked
to play with pretty girls, so she didn’t believe he would be obedient. However, in the past six months, thanks to the blessing of the Bodhisattva, Baoyu had become more and more sensible.
She felt more respected in front of the old lady. A few days ago, a prince even deigned to visit the mansion. After seeing Baoyu,
he praised him highly. I heard from the master that he also rewarded Baoyu with several rare items.

"I know you well enough. Well, you're all grown up now, you should know your place."

After exchanging a few more intimate words with Madam Wang, Baoyu said, "If Madam has nothing else, then I'll
head to Panxiang Temple." With that, Baoyu rose and bowed to Madam Wang.

Madam Wang called to the side, "Jinchuan, see Baoyu out."

A moment later, a maidservant dressed in a red silk jacket and a blue satin vest emerged from the inner hall. She bowed to Madam Wang and said
, "Second Master Bao, please!" Baoyu followed the maidservant out of the hall. This maidservant, Jinchuan, was
Madam Wang's head maid, about the same age as Xiren, and her figure and appearance were comparable. Baoyu walked behind,
observing the young woman's figure. In the past six months, he
had read extensively, including many miscellaneous books. One untitled, incomplete book contained a technique for judging women, which claimed to reveal a woman's character from her facial features and
whether promiscuous from her mannerisms and gait. Although Baoyu didn't believe it, he remembered it after a photograph.

"Sister Jinchuan, is it alright?"

"Thank you for thinking of us maids, Second Master Bao."

"Sister Jinchuan, look what's that?" Baoyu pointed to the artificial rocks by the roadside.

Jinchuan looked in the direction he was pointing, but there was nothing there except for the artificial rocks. She turned her head to ask,
but Baoyu had already brought his face close to hers. Their eyes met, noses touching. Before she could react, Baoyu hugged her
tightly and began to suckle her lips. Jinchuan was shocked and struggled to move. She used to
treat him like a child. Half a year ago, he was a head shorter than her, but now they were almost the same height. Now he was hugging her, and she
couldn't get away. He was quite manly.

"What am I thinking? He's clearly taking liberties with me, why am I thinking such nonsense!" Just as she was about to
struggle free, a slippery tongue slid into her mouth. In no time, Jin Chuan felt
breathless and her mind went blank. She couldn't even care about the hands roaming over her body, and her legs went weak.
If she hadn't been held, she would have collapsed to the ground.

"Sister Jin Chuan's rouge is so sweet!"

Hearing Bao Yu's words, Jin Chuan felt as if struck by lightning. She didn't know where she got the strength to push away the person holding her.
Her legs gave way, and she almost fell. When she finally regained her balance, the person in front of her was smiling at her, making her both
ashamed and angry.

“Young Master Bao has learned some crooked tricks at such a young age, and he’s bullying us maids. I’ll tell the master
and mistress .”

“Sister, you’ve wronged me. Do you remember what you said to me before?”

“What did I say?”

“A few years ago, I saw that you had bright red rouge on your lips, and I insisted on tasting it. You clearly said that if I could reach it
, I could eat as much as I wanted.”

Jin Chuan recalled the year Bao Yu had pestered her to eat the rouge from her lips. Seeing that he was too young and short to reach
her, she had the idea to tease this handsome young master. Unexpectedly, karma had caught up
with her.

"You still remember what I said, Second Master Bao? It was just a joke, and you took it seriously!" Jin Chuan retorted
shyly .

"What word did Bao Yu not take seriously? Of course, he would remember your instructions. Look, didn't I do as you said
today ?"

"Pah…!" The first two sentences were pleasant to hear, but the last one made Jin Chuan spit out in embarrassment.

"Good sister, let me eat the rest of the rouge from your lips too," Bao Yu said, preparing
to hug .

This time, Jin Chuan had learned her lesson. She stepped aside a few paces and said with a smile, "Madam is busy with matters in her room, so Jin Chuan
won't see you off, Master Bao. Don't let your playfulness interfere with Madam's affairs." After saying this, she turned and ran away.

Bao Yu didn't pursue her. He looked around and was relieved that no one had seen him. Although he wasn't afraid, he worried that if someone gossiped to Master
and Madam , it might implicate Jin Chuan. After leaving the side gate and walking north for a while, he stopped in front of a cluster of houses.
"It's been several days since I've seen Sister Feng." This was the house of Baoyu's cousin
and his wife, Jia Lian and Wang Xifeng. Jia Lian was the eldest son of his uncle, Jia She. Wang Xifeng was even closer to Baoyu.
Her father, Wang Ziteng, and Lady Wang were siblings (Note: It's not mentioned who Fengjie's father was, so let's assume it was Wang Ziteng
for future descriptions). Therefore, before marrying into the Jia family, she was Baoyu's cousin. She doted on Baoyu when they were young,
and the two had an excellent relationship, so she always called him "sister" instead of "sister-in-law.

" Baoyu looked around the courtyard but found it completely empty. Even the outer courtyard was deserted. Baoyu
wasn't surprised. Since Fengjie started managing the Rongguo Mansion, she had been busy with all sorts of household chores, and he wondered
where she was doing them now. As Baoyu left the Rongguo Mansion, a carriage was already waiting outside the gate. A servant helped him into
the carriage, and he and four servants drove to Panxiang Temple.

The courtyard hadn't been empty; in fact, three people were engaged in something clandestine inside the main house.
Two of them were women: the mistress of the house, Wang Xifeng, and her personal maid, Ping'er.
Wang Xifeng possessed captivating phoenix eyes, willow-leaf eyebrows with high arches, and slightly flushed cheeks that
exuded a spring-like charm, yet also conveyed a sense of authority. She was shrewd, shrewd, quick-witted,
eloquent , and cunning. She was affectionate towards those she liked
and ruthless towards those she disliked. She managed the Rongguo Mansion's affairs with strict discipline, and none of the hundreds of servants feared this Second
Mistress Lian . Normally dressed elegantly and gracefully, Sister Feng was now only wearing a thin silk dress, underneath which she wore nothing at all
. Her full breasts stood proudly on her chest, the two bright red nipples faintly visible. Although she had clearly given birth , her waist and abdomen
still resembled those of a young girl, but her high, upturned buttocks added a touch of mature charm. In contrast,
Ping'er was much more direct and daring, the beautiful woman standing naked beside Sister Feng,
filling the warm, cozy room with an atmosphere of debauchery.

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