It was already in the night, and the palace lights in the flower hall were lit up as bright as the day.There was laughter from time to time.

When Jalan asked, Jia Huan Zheng was sitting in a chair drinking tea.Being bored, I am admiring the many beautiful women in Jiafu dressed today.The most beautiful number tonight is Wang Xifeng, Li Wei, and Ping Er.

Feng sister and Li Wei did not say, ranked in Jinling twelve tantalum, the appearance of Jia Huan's score is 90 points.

The 87th edition of the Red Mansions Dream Li He looks more than 40 years old, which is really a failure.Li Yan is actually only about 20 this year.The youth is beautiful, the youth is beautiful.The body of babe.The young and beautiful young-woman style is revealed in the inadvertently smile.

And Ping Er, the red dream borrowed Liu grandma's vision to write: the appearance of flowers.Li Qian also said with the mouth: "such a decent look ... people who do not know, who does not take you as a grandmother's wife."Bao Yu commented: "Ping Er is a very intelligent and handsome high-class girl..."

Jia Huan Rating: 88 points off.

Hearing Jaran's question, Jia Huan withdrew his eyes on Li He, who was dressed in a plain and lightly dress, and asked, "Lango, will you write poetry?"Li Yan is the youth, body-body curve 窈窕婀娜, very in line with Jia Huan's aesthetic.Let him appreciate the beauty of Lin's sister, who is only six years old this year, which is really embarrassing to him.

Jaran nodded, thought, and shook his head in frustration.He was five years old and couldn’t be called a poem.

Jasper: “That’s not enough.Wait until we both write.The cursiveness will let your uncle Bao do it.”

Jaran seemed to understand the non-understanding nod, and felt that what Jia Huan said was justified.If you don’t write well, you worry about what to do.Just thinking about his mother’s expectations, he thought it was wrong.

Jia Huan picked up the cup of tea, and when he was about to drink, the voice of a crisp girl came in his ear, "Hm, I'm afraid you can't get out of the breeze."

The man who sat on the left hand side of Jiahuan.She was wearing a verdant cotton robe, and her stature was not long and small.It looks a little cold.

Seeing Jia Huan twisting and looking, Jia Huachun only slightly raised his white chin "hummed" and turned to answer Jia Xuanchun's question on the left side of his side.

The irony of Jia Baochun attracted the attention of Jia Xuanchun and Jia Yingchun.

The banquet in the Jiafu Flower Hall is divided into several tables according to the way of the Qing Dynasty banquet.On the other side of the main table are Jia mother, Jia Zheng, Mrs. Wang, Mrs. Xing, Jia Baoyu, Lin Daiyu and so on.Sanchun, Jia Huan, and Jalan sat next to one.

Don't look at the maids and the mothers who are busy on the tight, but the rags are silent.Except for the laughter at the mother's table.The dialogue between Jia Huan and Jalan naturally fell into Jia Baochun’s ears, who carelessly focused on the main table.

Jia Huan withdrew his eyes and continued to calmly drink tea.I remember the memory of the little jasper to understand.

Because of reading together, Jia Baoyu and Sanchun are a circle.He had a circle with Jaran and Jasper.Although Jia Baochun's status is not high, it is the sister of Jiazhen of Ningguo Province, whether it is raising a few words in Jia Huan, who is in front of her mother, "contempt" with a lower status, or there is no problem.

Jia Huan just now is talking about Jia Baoyu's "bad words": accusing Jia Baoyu of operating in the dark box is scheduled to be the first tonight.

Jian Yuchun was naturally very unhappy to hear.This sounds like there is no such thing as jealousy of the jade.This is in line with the consistent image of Jia Huan.

Jia Xuanchun listened to Jia Huachun repeated it again, a pair of beautiful eyes looked at Jia Huan, slightly angry: "Brother, so don't say it again."If you want to be real, you can hold down your brother.Who can say you can't?After all, our sisters are going to write poetry.Your sister Lin's poetry is excellent.Not necessarily the second brother.”

"The three sisters said."There is no point in saying, eats food.Joke, if I copy a Nalan Ronghuan word, still can't press Jia Baoyu, Lin Daiyu?

Even Lin Daiyu, Xue Baoyu's peak work: buried flowers, crab poems, to Naran Rongru's "life is only like the first time, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan."One word, enough pressure.

But Jia Huan was not so boring, and the classic poetry of Naran Rongru was only thrown at the Gathering banquet of Jiafu.He did not intend to copy the name of the poem in Jiafu.He is the one who is destined to leave.

Jia Huan enjoyed the beauty and talent of the spring when he read the dream of the Red Chamber.Enlightenment springs benefit from the pitfalls!But across to Xiao Jia Huan, some of Jia's practices are some opinions.

In order to spend better in Jiafu, Xuan Chun adopted the strategy of alienating Aunt Zhao and Jia Huan and getting close to Mrs. Wang and Jia Baoyu.This is understandable.Things are changing and urgent.Aunt Zhao is also a bit of a mess.

However, Xuan Chun privately refused to call Aunt Zhao "mother", which is impossible to say.Dogs are not poor, children do not like mother ugly!

Moreover, the mother of Jia and the wife of Wang, whom she had asked for, did not protect her in the end, and was married in the name of a hollow princess.

He is self-righteous and self-righteous, and he is born in the last days.Clear and sobbing the river, a thousand miles of east wind a dream.

Jia Tanchun gave Jia Huan a perfunctory attitude, and no longer ignored Jia Huan.She had seen a couple of faces with Jia Huan during this time, and thought he had changed.Now, it seems that he still has some "ideas" in his heart for the jade.

Jia Huan himself did not know the "misunderstanding" of the spring against him, knew and did not care, and was bored to ponder the various things of spring in the dream of the Red Chamber.

...

In Jia Huan, Jialan, Jia Tanchun, Jia Baochun, Jia Baochun, wine over the three rounds.

Jia Zhenglang said: "The day before the Jiangnan Zhen family's housekeeper to send a gift, bring Zhen Baoyu a psalm snow poem, which has a sentence 'thousands of reeds snow, falling trees on behalf of Qionghua' is very wonderful, for the Jinling scribes to recite."Today's New Year's Eve party, the three of you can try a poem."

He stayed on this side of the banquet, and the daughters of Jia Ma were not at ease.He is also not on his own.I drank for this important thing.

Jiafu and Zhenfu have been good friends for generations, but the name can never be pressured on each other.If the children in the house have good poems, they will naturally recite them.

The eyes of Jasper fell on Jia Baoyu.He has high hopes for this son.As for Jia Huan and Jaran are all scrapes.

Snuggled in Jia's arms, the eight-year-old Jia Baoyu shivered, busy avoiding Jia Zheng's eyes.He was always afraid of Jasper.

Jia Ma laughed and continued, "Poetry is done well, I also want to give you a head."

Everyone who had seats in the banquet were laughing and laughing, "Old ancestor, your color head must be extraordinary, I coveted, that is, I will not make poetry."Look at the gems.”

“Don’t you like to write poetry on weekdays?”The real thing can be done under the inspiration of the ancestors.”

“The ancestors were very eccentric.The second master's poem is well written, and the palace knows it."

Jia Ma, Jia Zheng, Mrs. Wang, and Wang Xifeng all laughed.I am very satisfied with such a harmonious situation.

Jia Baoyu is also a face of color, in the arms of Jia Ma said: "Old ancestor, today not only I want to do poetry, Lin sister, second sister, three sisters, four sisters, they have to do together."Otherwise, I'd rather not be this head."

“All right, good, good.”The old face of Jia Ma's smile blossomed, and she promised it.

On the other hand, Jia Huan saw a cold.Eight years old is still in the grandmother's arms, it is really baby life - the root of Jia Baoyu!

The appearance of the precious jade, there is a detailed description in the dream of the red building: if the face is the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the color is like the flower of spring, the sword is cut, the eyebrows are like ink paintings, the face is like peach petals, and the eyes are autumn waves.Jia Huan himself summed up: the handsome creamy little right of the big round face.

Suddenly I remembered that the book wrote: Jia Baoyu often jumped into Wang Xifeng's arms and touched it.That picture... think about it and feel the liver pain.

The maid and the mother-in-law brought pen and ink paper, and the maids cleaned up the table.Jia Baoyu, Lin Daiyu, Jia Yingchun, Jia Xianchun, Jia Huachun, Jia Huan, Jia Lan

The people of Jasper and others have lost their pens.The title came out long ago.Cao Zhi's seven steps into poetry, that is the genius of genius.God’s Word, Cao Zi built an exclusive eight fights.People like Jasper can’t be a poem in an instant.But the maid, the mother-in-law, and the outsiders do not know, how good is the reputation of spreading out?

For a time, the flower hall was quiet, and everyone was eating vegetables and drinking, occasionally talking a few words, staring at the young masters and young ladies who were writing.

When he looked around, he knew the issue.Looking at the side of Jalan, a moment of Kung Fu has written a five-word poem, obviously also early prepared.And he was obviously forgotten by the Jiafu people - no one leaked the subject to him.

Jalan was embarrassed and laughed at Jia Huan.His nervousness before the feast was real.Although he knew the subject in advance, his mother did not give him a replacement.He just took enough time to sculpt.However, he had little faith in his “poem.”

Jia Huan reported with a smile and did not accuse Jia Huan of concealing the topic.What do five-year-olds know?I'm afraid Li Yanjun told Jared!On the one hand, it is necessary to disclose the things that will be poetry tonight, and on the other hand, it will not leak the subject so as not to be dissatisfied with the king's wife.As long as he pays attention to, he asks a few more Zhen Baoyu poems, and naturally he can explore the topic of "Snow" tonight.

Jacqueline shook his head.Li Yan is very smooth in Jiafu.Even his lowly scoundries don’t want to be offended.No wonder they have the title of good.As expected, the Servant of Jiafu praised her.

At this time, there was a surprise from the maid: "The second master wrote it!"

He looked down and didn’t look.

Bullshit, a little bit of heart people understand: at this time can not rob the turoma of Jia Baoyu.Lin Daiyu went into Jiafu, and eating a bowl of tea had to watch others do it.This is, of course, the heart of God.There is no need to say in the third spring, the poem is worse than the precious jade.

Jacque is wondering what poetry to write.He loves books, but poetry is not very good.It is written as "the sea is all water, the horse, the four legs" such an oiling poem can not be.He will be a laughing stock of Jasper.

Whether it is a good name or a bad reputation, Jia Huan does not want it now.

Copying a good poem that shakes Jiafu is even more desirable.Tonight, Jiafu made it clear that it was famous for the precious jade.He can't steal well.

Jia Huan thought, there is a care in his heart.At this time, Jia Huachun put the written poem on the painted tray of the maid next to him, turned to look at the white paper in front of Jia Huan, and couldn’t help but laugh: “Do you want to use wordless poetry to take the first one?”

Jia Tanchun also closed the pen at this time, glanced at the blank paper in front of Jia Huan, and gently shook her head: her brother was just not able to be jealous, and it was really annoying.

Jia Huan ignored Jia Baochun and dropped the pen on paper.It is a poem by Su Yi, "Wada Guobo Xixue".Eight sentences of poetry, Jia Huan only wrote four sentences, and then wrote: the former verse, Jia Huan salute.

Standing next to Jia Huan was Li Wei's lingu, laughing and helping Jia Huan to collect the paper and present the poem to Jia Zhengpin for evaluation.

The writing is the end of the book.At this time, Jia Baoyu, Lin Daiyu, Jia Yingchun, Jia Xinchun, Jia Huachun, Jia Lan had already finished writing, and the poetry was handed over to Jia Zheng.

Jasper is commenting on poetry.Although he did not even get into the children, but more than 40 years old people, in the poetry of the eyes still have.This is the most basic literary quality.