Jia Zheng held a few poems in his hand, and had to smile and look at it, and watch a review.The order of his poems in hand is from top to bottom: Jia Yingchun, Jialan, Jia Huachun, Jia Tanchun, Lin Daiyu, Jia Baoyu.

Jasper is the first to turn it over.

When Jia Huan handed over the paper, Jia Zheng was commenting on Jalan's poetry and must shake his head: "Langor, this one is worse after all."

Jaran, who was back on the table, lowered his head, very depressed.

Jia Huan took a glass of wine and drank low-grade rice wine.Everyone was watching Jia Zheng, and he did not eat or chew.

The poetry of Jia Baochun and Jia Xuanchun passed a little.When Dai Yu arrived, Jia Zheng laughed and said, “Lin girl’s sentence is like flying flowers.”I have a lot of gratitude for the thorns.”

Lin Daiyu laughed, her eyebrows were scratching, the weak beauty of the weak willow wind, and there was no charm of little Lori, she got up and thanked: "Thank you uncle for praise!"

At this time, Lin Daiyu was still the sharp of Jia's heart.The people in the flower hall praised for a while, and then waited to see Jia Zheng.The last poem is from Jasper.Mr. Jasper has been on frequent head.It looks like it’s comparable to the poem.

Jasper’s proud hands ate the wine quail.He has confidence in his poem, which can be comparable to Zhen Baoyu's "thousands of reeds and snow, falling trees and Qionghua."

"Well, this one of the gems is fine."Jia Zheng was satisfied with the saying: "Snow three feet thick, thousands of miles of Yaotai."Write, open-minded.This sentence is not weaker than Zhen Baoyu's sentence: a thousand pieces of reed snow, falling trees on behalf of Qionghua."

The people in the flower hall suddenly laughed, as if they were slightly deliberately suppressed when talking about Dai Yu poetry, the expectation of a little deliberately suppressed broke out at this moment, and the festive mood surged up.Laughter and congratulations are filled in the flower hall.

Jia Ma's smile chuckled and took Jia Baoyu back into his arms, and cried out in love: "My son, I am really a person who reads books."

Wang Xifeng rushed to take over the handkerchief handed by Ping Er, helped Jia Baoyu wipe his hand, and smiled: "Old ancestor, Mr. Lin is full of wisdom and wisdom, Liang Cai is beautiful."I understand it now.If I had, I would never have written such a sentence in my life.”

Wang Xifeng's self-blackness made the festive atmosphere in the house even higher.The maids and women who stood behind the table and had a decent companion laugh: such as Mrs. Wang's accompaniment room, Zhou Rui's family; Wang Xifeng's accompaniment room, coming to Wang's daughter-in-law; Mrs. Xing's accompaniment Wang Shanbao's family.

Big maids, emu, etc., also have a low smile: two - a mouthful of grandmother Oh!

Li Yi also smiled at the congratulatory hysteria: "This is also the ancestor, and his wife teaches squarely on weekdays."Look at the people who were trained by the ancestors, which one is not smart?”

Jia Ma smiled and closed her mouth, satisfied with Li Yan nods, kindly asked the precious jade in her arms, "Good grandson, what do you want to do with the color head?"

Bao Yu got up and sat down, asking Lin Daiyu, “Sister Lin, what do you want?”

Wang Xifeng smiled, “Look at these two small ones, now the relationship is so good.”What a dispute before the day."

The maid and mother-in-law in the flower hall laughed again.Lin Daiyu was embarrassed to go to Wang Xifeng, Jia Baoyu helped Lin Daiyu, Wang Xifeng's fighting power was so weak..., Jia Ma, Wang's wife laughed...

Looking at a happy flower hall, Jia Zheng nodded, ready to get up and go outside and drink and chat with the Qing people, pick up the poem written by Jia Huan in the hand of Suyun, intending to casually point, and froze in an instant.The maids in the raucous flower hall, the owners noticed Jia Zheng's expression and gradually quieted down.

Jaran whispered, “Uncle, what did you write?”How did my grandfather look like that?”

Jia Huan was full of warm chicken soup, and Wang Xifeng was full of them, and naturally no one paid attention to him.He is savoring the food.He didn’t eat so well when he was sick.When he saw Jaran asked, he smiled and said, “I didn’t write about the Southeast Branch.”Copy a poem from a previous person on it."

Jaran nodded in a sympathizing way, “Oh.Uncle, you must be taught a few words by your grandfather.But it's not a big deal either.Just say it's someone else's poem."The “self-suspicion” comes from there.

In the flower hall, Jia Baoyu, Lin Daiyu, and Wang Xifeng stopped laughing and looked at Jia Zheng and Jia Huan.

Mrs. Wang smiled faintly and asked, “Master, is not well written in the poem of Huan Ge?”

Jia Zheng waved his hand, not bad, it was too well written, far more than Zhen, Jia Baoyu, Lin Daiyu three.

Jia Zheng looked at Jia Huan and asked, “Who made this poem of yours?”

Jia Huan got up and spoke calmly, "Father, this poem is Su Yi's poem."

“Who is Sue?”

He froze, looking at Jia Zheng in an incredible way.Father, do you think you’re kidding?

Are you sure you don't know Sook?Are you really a reader?Tang poetry and Song words, Tang poetry must say Li Bai, Song words can bypass Su Yi?Isn't your library called "Dream Poe"?

“I ask you, who is Su Yi?”Jia Zheng saw Jia Huan's appearance, and the air exploded.

The characters are treachery, and the desolate Jia Huan has never been liked by him.And the beautiful and beautiful jade, is simply the difference between the chicken and the phoenix.

Jia Zheng was angry and trembling the frightened aunt Zhao who was serving on the side.The tea bowls on the tray in their hands are splashed out of the water.I want to ask for help, and for a moment I don’t know how to speak.

Jia Huan did not know which door of Jia Zhengfa's nerves, did not want to eat the loss in front of him, replied: "Su Yi is a famous songwriter of the Northern Song Dynasty, an essayist, No. Dongpo layman, word..."

Jia Huan's mouth of the "child-looking" has not finished yet, see a laugh in the flower hall.It is the laughter of Jia Baoyu, Lin Daiyu, and the spring.Lee was also smiling.Spring and Spring are silent.The others have a hard face.Jasper for a while.

Do I have a laugh at that word?Have a laugh?Or is your smile so low?

Jia Zheng scolded, “Fucking things, let you make poetry and you will do it.”To make a good poem, why do you want to be a name, dynasties.Learn something bad with the gems.Studying at home in the month.Don't go out to play."

Jasper's face was pounding.In the dream of the Red Chamber, it mentioned the two southern poets of the Southern Song Dynasty, Fan Chengda, and repeatedly mentioned the famous article of Ouyang Xiu, one of the eight Tang and Song eight, "Drunk Onting".Is there no Sue?Without Northern Song?It's bullshit!Jia Zheng's outer study is named after "Dream Posai".

Mother frowned, “What’s going on?”

Jia Zheng got up and took Jia Huan’s poetry page and replied, “Mother, my son taught this horribly incredulous beast.”His poem can crush a few of the poachers, but he does not love his poetry, all nonsense, read some miscellaneous books."

In addition to the first laugh of Jia Baoyu and others, a room of people understand what is going on: it turns out that Jia Huan made a good poem, but the nonsense is written on the works of the predecessors.And this nonsense invented "former people" to Jia government to understand.

Mother is speechless.She was a little happy in her heart, and a little unhappy.It is happy to believe her little son's words, Jia Huanshi pressure Zhen Baoyu.No worries: Why Jia Huan and not her precious jade?

Wasn’t she just happy to waste her face?

Everyone saw it and read it: “The past is like the day, and the clouds are dark.”The jade flower flies in the middle of the night, and the lilies dance next year...”

"Jade flowers fly in the middle of the night, the surging dance next year" this sentence of the mood and words, far better than Zhen Baoyu's "thousands of reeds of snow, falling trees on behalf of Qionghua", but also far better than Jia Baoyu's sentence "Snow three feet thick, thousands of miles to cover the platform"

Describe the environment with nouns and connect them with vivid verbs.The thickness of this sentence is much better than two precious stones, and the verses are more complete.More importantly, the mood is better: "Sui Lang dance next year" this sentence has the meaning of Ruixue Zhaofeng.Much better than the simple pile of words written by the gems.

Jia Zheng does not need to comment at all, and Li He, who has a little literary skills, understands who is strong and who is weak.Not a poetry at all.There is no comparability.It is a full-scale pressure.

Lin Daiyu, who was sitting in the main table, was a disdainful face, and the beautiful melon seeds were proud of their faces.At this time, he looked at Jia Huan with surprise.

Jia Baoyu did not spoil, nor did he eat quail, and looked at Jia Huan with depression and confusion.In his impression, his brother could not write such a spirit of poetry.

Jia Yanchun looked at Jia Huan, who was still standing still: he listened to my words and wrote it with his heart.Why do you want to be bullshit?Make a Sue out!

Jian Yuchun's unhappiness flattening his mouth, how can this be so!The salted fish turned.

Jalan is a face of worship looking at Jia Huan: uncle, you are really powerful!

Others will think that Jia Huan was ready for this poem long ago, but he knew that Jia Huan knew the title just a while ago, or wrote it casually.If you write seriously, what kind of good poetry will be published!

My uncle is a wonderful man!

Aunt Zhao, who was standing behind Jia Zheng and Mrs. Wang, was still shaking.She was shaking with excitement now: haha, brother, good.Hey, hey, you look better than you!Who is strong?Who is strong?

It’s hard for the funny girls and the girls.Jia Huan has always been unreserved in Jiafu.They are not at this time, nor are they boastful.You can only be silent without speaking.

The scene was cold for a while.

...

Jia Zheng read the poem, he thought about it once, the more I think this poem is very exquisite, he can not write.He said, “Tonight is the best poem with Ring Brother.When it can be made famous.”

Mrs. Wang frowned slightly, "Lord, Huan Ge is still young now, and she is afraid of being unfavorable to his growth."

Best of all, no. It’s famous, right?

Jia Zheng did not say more to Mrs. Wang.There is some disdain in my mind.The Queen does not understand.Readers respect the words.This poem is written, as long as it is read out, Jia Huan will be famous.

Jia Zheng immediately ignored the "coarse" Mrs. Wang and got up to give back to the mother of Jia: "Mother, the poem is finished, the child should withdraw."My mother was sleepy and rested earlier.Keep the old sons.Tomorrow my son will come back to his mother and give him a new year.”

He also had a dinner outside the two doors.He doesn’t like Jasper, but he loves this poem.The attitude of mother Jia and Wang, he understood, but did not care.The thing about the color head, free mother to deal with.

The expression on her mother's face was unscathed, smiling and noding, and she liked her little son far better than the old man's son, Jasmine, and said, "Go, we are not free here."

There was a loud laugh in the room.

Jian himself knows that this is the truth.He believes in Confucianism.It is impossible to joke with your mother, wife, aunt, and maids.Smiling, he turned away from the flower hall.

Jia Huan and Jialan got up and told Jia Ma to withdraw.The two of them are not like Jia Baoyu, and they have never been mixed in the house.It’s time to go to the party today as well.I’ll go back to dinner naturally.

Jia mother thought about it and said, "Brother, Lango, you pick up two kinds of love and bring them back to the house to eat."

“Thanks to the ancestors for the food.”A respectful salute from Jasper and Jarran.Li Yan personally came to this to help Jia Huan and Jialan pack.Beauty smells.Jia Huan is only interested in a plate of creamy pine stirre.Jaran also had only one dish: fried quail.

Li Yi looked at Jia Huan with kindness.Smiling - let her maid 鬟素鬔云 help Jia Huan, Jialan holding the food box, whispering that Suyun and so on will send Jia Huan back.

Mother Jia hesitated and asked, “Brother, you won tonight.”Grandma said to give the head, what do you want?"Today's poetry ability of Jia Huan to pressure Zhen Baoyu, to keep the name of Jiafu.She did not like Jia Huan, but she still wanted to give a little reward for this important event.

Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu looked at each other, but their hearts were a little nervous.Dai Yu looked at a royal nut in her mother's house.Reading in the winter is pleasant.

The gem was looking at a martenth coat and wanted to give it to Lin’s sister.I thought that Sister Lin was wearing a beautiful pair.

Everyone in the house looked at Jasper.I was afraid that he did not know that he had asked for the baby at the bottom of the box.Judging from Aunt Zhao's past performance, Jia Huan's "irritated" Jia mother with a high probability.Don’t let them suffer.

He did not expect that his mother would be really willing to fulfill her promise.I thought that I would send back the maid to reward a few golden nudities.The thought of the hard-working wooden barrel scene, made up his mind, and said, "Old ancestor, the grandson wants to take care of me in the house for the big maid."

Jia Ma micro-sheng, then smiled and said, "Brother, how many people are you?"Think of the girl next to me!”Slightly turn.The gull would like to go up to Jia Ma's ear whispering to the situation of the maid in the ring house.There is only one eight-year-old girl around Jia Huan who is willing to serve.Not really strong.

A housewife and a maid were relieved.This is not an excessive request.The rule in Jiafu is that the gentlemen raise two big maids a little bit bigger in the room.

Kim laughed and looked at the assailants.The assailing was the first-class maid in Jia's mother's room, and then gave the precious jade.

Mrs. Wang's very uncomfortable mood suddenly became better, the corner of the mouth floated a smile, and her hands were thorny.

Aunt Zhou in Jia's house quietly pulled off the sleeves of Aunt Zhao, smiled a friendlyly, and whispered, "Brother Huan is good."This request is just right.

Aunt Zhao smiled triumphantly, "How old is he, I want to be a maid, I want to go back to teach him a good lesson."It is said that it is to go back to the training of Jia Huan, in fact, the sense of pleasure overflows with words.

At this time, Wang Xifeng smiled and said, “Oh, brother, you are not only ashamed.”It is good for the good people who are taught by the ancestors.I want two too.Give me two, my father.”

The whole room laughed.It was as if Wang Xifeng was really happy.

As soon as he heard it, he understood that people had misunderstood.In fact, he only wanted a older maid to lift the barrel.Not to feed the people in the house.Fortunately, the tolerance of good for men in feudal society is unprecedented.This misunderstanding will not cause him any trouble.

Maybe it will bring him some benefits.Jia Huan thought in his heart and said, “Old ancestor, sister-in-law of Chain, I dare not ask for the same as Brother Bao.”Just take care of my living life.”

He had an unexpected throttle tonight.At the same time, he offended Jia Ma, Jia Zheng, Mrs. Wang, Wang Xifeng, and Jia Baoyu, and now he needs to remedy, he shows that he has no intention of fighting with Baoyu.

Jia Huan's words were beyond Wang Xifeng's surprise, looked at Jia Huan suspiciously, smiled - squinted and picked up a cup of tea, and did not "chase" and set up a set.

The smile on her mother's face was kind, and she nodded with satisfaction, "Good boy, go."