Jia Zheng took a few poems in his hand, flipped through them with a smile, and looked at one poem and one comment. The order of the poems in his hands is from top to bottom: Jia Yingchun, Jia Lan, Jia Xichun, Jia Tanchun, Lin Daiyu, Jia Baoyu.

Jia Baoyu was the first to submit the papers.

When Jia Huan handed over the papers, Jia Zheng was commenting on Jia Lan's poems, and he shook his head and said, "Brother Lan, this one is worse after all." ”

Jia Lan, who returned to the table seat, hung his head, very depressed.

Jia Huan drank wine with a wine glass, low-alcohol rice wine. Everyone is looking at Jia Zheng, and he doesn't want to chew much.

The poems of Jia Xichun and Jia Tanchun pass by little by little. When he arrived at Daiyu, Jia Zheng said with a smile: "Miss Lin's sentence is still acceptable, and the powder is like a flying flower." It is very similar to Xie Daoyun's style. ”

Lin Daiyu laughed, her eyebrows were frowning, the weaker beauty of the weak willow and the wind, the little Lori with a unique charm, got up and thanked: "Uncle Xie praises!" ”

At this time, Lin Daiyu was still the top of Jia's mother's heart. Everyone in the flower hall praised for a while, and then waited to look at Jia Zheng. The last poem is by Jia Baoyu. Jia Zheng was already nodding frequently. It seems to be comparable to Zhen Baoyu's poem.

Jia Baoyu ate the wine lees quail with triumphant hands. He has confidence in his poem, which can be compared to Zhen Baoyu's "A thousand pieces of reed and snow, falling trees on behalf of Qionghua." ”

"Well, Baoyu's song is okay." Jia Zheng groaned with satisfaction: "Su Xue is three feet thick, and it covers Yaotai for thousands of miles. The writing scene is laid out, and the momentum is open. This sentence is not weaker than Zhen Baoyu's sentence: Thousands of reeds and snow, falling trees on behalf of Qionghua. ”

Everyone in the flower hall suddenly burst into laughter, and the expectation that seemed to be slightly suppressed when discussing Daiyu's poems broke out at this moment, and festive emotions surged. Laughter and congratulations filled the flower hall.

Jia Mule smiled and hugged Jia Baoyu back into her arms, and cried out: "My son, he really deserves to be a person who has read books." ”

Wang Xifeng hurriedly took the handkerchief handed by Ping'er, helped Jia Baoyu wipe his hands, and said with a smile: "Ancestor, Mr. Lin praised Baoyu for her smart nature, good talent and beautiful jade. I kind of understand it now. If it were me, I would never have been able to write such a sentence in my life. ”

Wang Xifeng's self-blackening made the festive atmosphere in the house even higher. The maids standing behind the wine table and the decent servants in the room were all laughing: such as Mrs. Wang's roommate, Zhou Rui's family; Wang Xifeng's companion room, Laiwang's daughter-in-law; Mrs. Xing's companion Wang Shanbao's family.

Mandarin ducks, Jin Chu'er, raiders and other big girls also laughed in a low voice: Er-Grandma's sharp mouth!

Li Kun also smiled and congratulated diligently: "This is also the ancestor, and the wife teaches well on weekdays." Looking at the people who have been conditioned by the ancestors, which one is not smart? ”

Mother Jia smiled from ear to ear, nodded to Li Kun with satisfaction, and kindly asked Baoyu who was lying in her arms, "Good grandson, what do you want to make a color head?" ”

Baoyu got up and sat down, and asked Lin Daiyu beside her diligently, "Sister Lin, what do you want?" ”

Wang Xifeng said with a smile: "Look at these two little ones, now the relationship is like this." How can it be like they quarreled just before yesterday. ”

The maids and mothers-in-law in the flower hall laughed again. Lin Daiyu glared at Wang Xifeng in shame, Jia Baoyu helped Lin Daiyu, Wang Xifeng's fighting power was so good..., Jia Mu and Mrs. Wang laughed....

Looking at the joyful flower hall, Jia Zheng nodded, ready to get up and go outside to drink and chat with the Qingke, picked up the poem written by Jia Huan in Su Yun's hand next to him, and planned to click casually, his face was instantly stunned. The maids and masters in the noisy flower hall noticed Jia Zheng's expression and gradually quieted down.

Jia Lan asked in a low voice, "Third Uncle, what did you write?" How could my grandfather be surprised to look like that? ”

Jia Huan drank the warm chicken soup all day long, Wang Xifeng and the others were making a lot of noise, so naturally no one paid attention to him. He was savoring the food of Jiafu. Anyway, he didn't eat so well during his illness. Seeing Jia Lan asking, he smiled and said, "I didn't write about hanging the southeast branch." I casually copied a poem by an ancestor on it. ”

Jia Lan nodded like a little adult and said sympathetically: "Oh." Third uncle, if you copy poems, you will definitely be lectured by your grandfather. But it's not a big deal. Just explain that it's someone else's poem. "I wonder in my heart that "self-hanging southeast branch" comes from there.

The flower hall was quiet, and Jia Baoyu, Lin Daiyu, and Wang Xifeng stopped laughing and looked at Jia Zheng and Jia Huan.

Mrs. Wang smiled faintly and asked, "Master, Brother Huan'er's poems are not well written?" ”

Jia Zheng waved his hand, it's not bad, it's that it's too well written, far surpassing Zhen, Jia Baoyu, and Lin Daiyu.

Jia Zheng looked at Jia Huan with blazing eyes and asked, "Who made this poem of yours?" ”

Jia Huan got up and replied, and said calmly: "Father, this poem is Su Shi's poem. ”

"Who is Su Shi?"

Jia Huan was stunned for a moment, and looked at Jia Zheng incredulously. Daddy, you see the joke, right?

Are you sure you don't know Su Shi? Are you really a reader? Tang poems and Song Ci, Tang poems must say Li Bai, can Song Ci bypass Su Shi? Isn't your study called "Mengpo Zhai"?

"Evil animal, let me ask you, who is Su Shi?" Jia Zheng saw Jia Huan's stunned appearance, and burst into angry cheers.

Jia Huan, who has obscene characters and unscrupulous manners, has never been liked by him. Compared with the elegant and beautiful Baoyu, it is simply the talent gap between the black chicken and the phoenix.

Jia Zheng shouted angrily and shook the frightened body of Aunt Zhao who was waiting on the side. The tea bowls on the tray in his hand were splashed with water. I want to ask for mercy, but I don't know how to open my mouth for a while.

Jia Huan didn't know what kind of nerve Jia Zheng had and didn't want to suffer the immediate loss, so he replied: "Su Shi is a famous lyricist and essayist in the Northern Song Dynasty.

Before Jia Huan's "Zizhan" finished speaking, he saw a burst of laughter in the flower hall. It is the laughter of Jia Baoyu, Lin Daiyu, and Yingchun. Li Kun also smiled silently. Tanchun and Xichun were silent. The others looked confused. Jia Huan was puzzled for a while.

Is there any laugh in my statement? Is there a laugh? Or is your laugh so low?

Jia Zheng scolded angrily: "Bastard thing, if you want to compose poetry, you will compose it." To make good poems, why do you want to make nonsense about people's names and dynasties. Learn some bad things from Baoyu. New Year's Eve reads well at home. Do not go out to play. ”

Jia Huan's face was confused. In the Dream of Red Mansions, Lu You, Lu Fangweng, and Fan Chengda, two poets of the Southern Song Dynasty, are mentioned, and Ouyang Xiu, one of the eight masters of the Tang and Song dynasties, is also mentioned many times in his famous poem "The Story of the Drunken Man's Pavilion". There was no Su Shi? No Northern Song Dynasty? ! Jia Zheng's outer study is named after "Mengpo Zhai".

Jia Mu frowned and said, "What's the matter?" ”

Jia Zheng got up, took Jia Huan's poem page and replied, "Mother, my son teaches this nonsense beast a lesson. His poem can overwhelm Zhen Baoyu, but he doesn't cherish his poetic talent, he is just messing around and reading some miscellaneous books. ”

Except for Jia Baoyu and others, who laughed at the beginning, a room of people understood what was going on: it turned out that Jia Huan made a good poem, but he wrote nonsense that it was the work of his predecessors. And this indiscriminately fabricated "predecessor" was revealed to Jia Zheng.

Jia Mu was silent. She felt a little happy and a little unhappy. happily believed her little son's words, Jia Huanshi pressed Zhen Baoyu. It's not happy: why Jia Huan and not her Baoyu?

Didn't she waste her expression in vain just now?

Jia Zheng saw that everyone looked at it, and read: "The moon is like day in the past, and the clouds and clouds are dark in the dawn. The jade flowers fly in the middle of the night, and the green waves dance next year......."

The artistic conception and choice of words and sentences of the sentence "Jade flowers fly in the middle of the night, and cuilang dances next year" are far better than Zhen Baoyu's "Thousands of reeds and snow, falling trees on behalf of Qionghua", and also far better than Jia Baoyu's sentence "Suxue is three feet thick, and thousands of miles cover Yaotai"

Nouns are used to describe the environment, and vivid verbs are used to connect. The thickness of this kind of wording and sentence formation is far better than that of two treasures, and the verses are more neat. What's more important is that the artistic conception is even better: the sentence "Cui Lang Dance next year" has the meaning of Ruixue Zhaofeng Year. It's much stronger than the Baoyu's simple piling up of words and scenes.

Jia Zheng doesn't need to comment at all, Li Kun and others, who have a little literary skills, understand who is strong and who is weak. It's not a level of poetry at all. There is no comparison. It is an all-round crushing.

Lin Daiyu, who was sitting at the main table, was originally angry, and the beautiful melon seeds had pride on her face. At this time, he looked at Jia Huan with a surprised face.

Jia Baoyu didn't spoil or eat quails, and looked at Jia Huan depressed and confused. In his impression, his brother could not write such a poem with aura.

Jia Tanchun looked at Jia Huan, who was still standing in a daze, puzzled: He listened to my words and wrote with his heart. But why mess around? Make up a Su Shi out!

Jia Xichun flattened her mouth unhappily, how could this be! The salted fish rolled over.

Jia Lan looked at Jia Huan with a look of adoration: Third uncle, you are so powerful!

Others would think that Jia Huan had prepared this poem a long time ago, but he knew that Jia Huan only knew about the title a while ago, so he still wrote it casually. If you write carefully, what kind of good poems will come out!

The third uncle is really a genius!

Aunt Zhao, who was standing behind Jia Zheng and Mrs. Wang, was still shaking. She is trembling with excitement now: Haha, Brother Huan, good job. Baoyu, hey, Baoyu, you compare and see! Who's the best? Who's the best?

It's the funny maids and mothers-in-law who are hard. Jia Huan has always been unpopular in Jiafu. They are not Kwaja Huan at this time, nor are they not boasting. He could only be silent and not speak.

The scene was cold for a while.

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After Jia Zheng finished reading the poem, he pondered it for a while, and the more he felt that this poem was very exquisite, he couldn't write it. announced: "Tonight is the best poem by Brother Huan." When you can make a name for yourself. ”

Mrs. Wang frowned slightly, "Master, Brother Huan'er is still young now, and he is afraid that his fame will not be conducive to his growth." ”

It's the best, just make a name for yourself, right?

Jia Zheng didn't say much to Mrs. Wang. There was some disdain in my heart. Mrs. Wang didn't understand. Readers respect words. This poem is written, as long as it is recited, Jia Huan will definitely become famous.

Jia Zheng immediately ignored the "vulgar" Mrs. Wang, got up and saluted Jia's mother and said goodbye: "Mother, after the poem is written, the child should retire." Mother is sleepy today, so she rests early. The keeper has his own sons. Tomorrow, the son will come again to greet his mother and congratulate him on the New Year. ”

He also held a banquet outside the second gate. He didn't like Jia Huan, but he liked the poem. He understands the attitudes of Jia Mu and Mrs. Wang, but he doesn't want to care. The matter of the color head is handled by Jia Mu herself.

The expression on Jia's mother's face relaxed, and she nodded with a smile, she liked her youngest son far better than the eldest son Jia Yu, and said, "You go, we are not free here." ”

There was a chorus of chuckles in the room.

Jia Zheng himself knows that this is the truth. He believed in Confucianism. It is impossible to joke casually with mothers, ladies, aunts, and maids. With a self-deprecating smile, he turned to leave the lively flower hall.

Jia Huan and Jia Lan got up together and said goodbye to Jia's mother. The two of them are not like Jia Baoyu, they have never mixed with the inner house. It's time to participate in today's banquet here. Naturally, there will be dinner when I go back.

Jia Mu thought for a while and said, "Brother Huan'er, Brother Lan'er, you pick up two favorite foods and bring them back to the house to eat." ”

"Thank the ancestors for giving food." Jia Huan and Jia Lan saluted respectfully. Li Kun personally came here to help Jia Huan and Jia Lan pack. Beauty is fragrant. Jia Huan only needed a plate of cream and pine crisps. Jalan also only had one dish: fried quail.

Li Kun glanced at Jia Huan kindly. With a smile, she asked her maid Su Yun to help Jia Huan and Jia Lan hold the food box, and whispered to Su Yun and the others to send Jia Huan back first.

Jia Mu hesitated for a moment and asked, "Brother Huan, you won the championship tonight." Grandmother said she was going to give the lottery, what do you want? "Jia Huan's poetry and writing ability today surpasses Zhen Baoyu, and what he keeps is the literary name of Jiafu. Of course, she doesn't like Jia Huan, but she still wants to reward her for making a contribution to this kind of big thing.

Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu glanced at each other, but they were a little nervous. Daiyu took a fancy to an imperial incense burner in Jia's mother's house. It's very pleasant to read in winter.

Baoyu took a fancy to a mink fur coat and wanted to give it to Sister Lin. Thinking that Sister Lin must be beautiful when she wears it.

Everyone in the room also looked at Jia Huan. I was worried that he didn't know how to advance or retreat, and asked for the baby at the bottom of the box. Judging from Aunt Zhao's past performance, there is a high probability that Jia Huan's concubine will "anger" Jia's mother. Don't let them suffer.

Jia Huan was stunned, he didn't expect that Jia Mu would really be willing to fulfill her promise. I thought that it would be over if I sent a maid to reward a few golden nudes. The scene of wishful thinking of lifting a wooden barrel came to mind, and he made up his mind, so he said: "Ancestor, my grandson wants to take care of me in the house for the eldest maid." ”

Jia Mu was slightly positive, and then burst into laughter and said, "Brother Huan, how old are you?" I'm thinking about the maid next to me! Twisting his head slightly. The mandarin duck stepped forward knowingly and whispered in Jia's mother's ear about the situation of the maid in Jia Huan's house. There is only an eight-year-old maid Ruyi by Jia Huan's side. It's really not very effective.

A room full of maids and servants breathed a sigh of relief. This is not an overly high demand. The rule in Jiafu is that if the master is a little older, he will raise two older maids in the room.

Jin Chu'er smiled and looked at the attacker. The attacker was the first-class maid in Jia's mother's room, and then gave it to Baoyu.

Mrs. Wang's originally uncomfortable mood suddenly became better, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she was holding sandalwood beads in her hand.

Aunt Zhou in Jia Zhengfang's room quietly pulled the sleeve of the overjoyed Aunt Zhao, smiled kindly, and whispered: "Brother Huan'er is very capable." "That's a fitting request.

Aunt Zhao smiled proudly: "How old is he, he wants to be a maid, I will teach him a good lesson when I go back." said that he was going back to train Jia Huan, but in fact, his pride was beyond words.

At this time, Wang Xifeng said with a smile: "Phew, Brother Huan'er, you are not only ashamed. I'm embarrassed to ask the good people who are trained by my ancestors. I want two too. Ancestor, you can give me two! ”

The room burst into laughter. It seems that Wang Xifeng is really a pistachio.

As soon as Jia Huan heard it, he understood that everyone had misunderstood. In fact, he only wanted an older maid to carry the barrel. It's not about keeping people in the house. Fortunately, feudal society is unprecedentedly tolerant of men's good-lust. This misunderstanding will not cause him problems.

Perhaps, on the contrary, it will bring him some benefits. Jia Huan pondered in his heart and said, "Old ancestor, second sister-in-law of the chain, I don't dare to ask for the same as Second Brother Bao." I just want to take care of my daily life. ”

He made an unexpected splash tonight. At the same time, he offended Jia Mu, Jia Zheng, Mrs. Wang, Wang Xifeng, and Jia Baoyu, and now he needs to remedy, so he made his attitude clear: he has no intention of competing with Baoyu.

Jia Huan's words were unexpected by Wang Xifeng, he glanced at Jia Huan suspiciously, picked up the teacup and drank tea with a smile, and did not "chase" or set up a trap again.

The smile on Jia Mu's face was kinder, and she nodded with satisfaction, "Good boy, you can go." ”