It is already night, and the palace lamp in the flower hall is lit, as bright as bright as day. There were bursts of laughter around Jia Mu from time to time.

When Jia Lan asked, Jia Huanzheng was sitting on a chair drinking tea. Idle and bored, I am admiring the many beauties in Jiafu dressed up today. The most beautiful tonight are Wang Xifeng, Li Kun, and Ping'er.

Sister Feng and Li Kun don't talk about it, they are among the twelve hairpins in Jinling, and their appearance is on the top of 90 points in Jia Huan's score.

The 87 version of Dream of Red Mansions Li Kun looks like he is in his forties, which is really a failure. Li Kun is actually only about 20 years old this year. Shaohua is just right, young and beautiful. Graceful. The tender and beautiful young woman's style is revealed in the inadvertent smile.

And Ping'er, in the dream of Red Mansions, wrote through the vision of Grandma Liu: flowers and jade. He also borrowed Li Kun's mouth and said: "Such a good and decent appearance... People who don't know, who don't take you as a grandmother's wife. Baoyu commented: "Ping'er is a very smart and handsome girl..."

Jia Huan's score: 88 points are on the upper side.

Hearing Jia Lan's question, Jia Huan withdrew his gaze from Li Kun, who was dressed in plain and light clothes, and asked rhetorically, "Brother Lan, can you write poems?" Li Kun is in his youth, and his body is curvaceous and graceful, which is very in line with Jia Huan's aesthetics. Let him appreciate the beauty of Sister Lin, who is only more than six years old this year, it would really be difficult for him.

Jia Lan nodded, thought about it, and shook his head in frustration. He is only more than 5 years old, and what he writes cannot be called poetry.

Jia Huan said: "That's not it." We'll write about it later. The limelight will be given to you by Uncle Bao. ”

Jia Lan nodded as if he didn't understand, feeling that what Jia Huan said made sense. Since you can't write well, you're worried about what to do. It's just that when he thinks of his mother's expectations, he feels that this idea is very wrong.

Jia Huan picked up the teacup and was about to drink it when a crisp girl's voice sounded in his ear, "Hmph, I'm afraid you won't be able to show off if you want to." ”

It was Jia Xichun who was sitting on Jia Huan's left hand side who spoke. She was wearing a verdant cotton jacket, her figure had not grown, and she looked small. His expression was a little cold.

Seeing Jia Huan turn around and look over, Jia Xichun just raised his fair chin slightly and "hummed", and turned his head to answer Jia Tanchun's question on the left side of him.

Jia Xichun's sarcasm attracted the attention of Jia Tanchun and Jia Yingchun.

The banquet in the Jiafu Flower Hall is divided into several tables according to the banquet method of the Qing Dynasty. On the other side of the main table are Jia Mu, Jia Zheng, Mrs. Wang, Mrs. Xing, Jia Baoyu, Lin Daiyu, etc. Sanchun, Jia Huan, and Jia Lan sat next to them.

Don't look at the maids and mothers-in-law who are busy serving the food, but they are silent. Except for Jia's mother, there were many laughs at the main table. The conversation between Jia Huan and Jia Lan naturally fell into the ears of Jia Xichun, who had no intention of paying attention to the main table.

Jia Huan retracted his gaze and continued to drink tea calmly. After recalling Xiao Jiahuan's memory, he understood.

Because of studying together, Jia Baoyu and Sanchun are in a circle. He is in a circle with Jia Lan and Jia Cong. Although Jia Xichun said that her status was not high, she was the sister-in-law of Jia Zhen in Ningguo Mansion, and there was no problem in raising Jia Huan in front of Jia's mother, and there was no problem in "despising" Jia Huan, who had a lower status.

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

Jia Xichun was naturally very unhappy when she heard it. Jia Huan's words sounded like he had no ability and wanted to be jealous of Baoyu. This is in line with Jia Huan's consistent image.

Jia Tanchun listened to Jia Xichun's retelling, looked at Jia Huan with a pair of beautiful eyes, and said slightly angrily: "Brother Huan, don't say such things again." If you have real skills, you can suppress the second brother. Who's to say you can't? Later, we sisters will compose poems. Your sister Lin's poems are excellent. It may not be the second brother who won the championship. ”

"That's what the third sister said." Jia Huan replied indifferently, eating the dishes. Jokes, if I copy a Nalan Rongruo word, I can't suppress Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu?

Even if it is the pinnacle of Lin Daiyu and Xue Baochai's works: funeral flower chanting, crab poems, with Nalan Rongruo's "If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad painting fan." One sentence is enough to suppress the technique.

But Jia Huan was not so boring, and threw out Nalan Rongruo's classic poems at the banquet in Jiafu just to fight for breath. He didn't plan to copy poems in Jiafu to gain fame. He was the one who was destined to leave.

When Jia Huan read Dream of Red Mansions, he greatly admired the beauty and talent of Tanchun. Min Tan Chunxing is good and bad! But when it comes to Xiao Jia Huan, he has some opinions on some of Jia Tanchun's practices.

In order to live a better life in Jia's Mansion, Tanchun adopted the strategy of alienating Aunt Zhao and Jia Huan and getting close to Mrs. Wang and Jia Baoyu. There's nothing wrong with that. Things are flexible and urgent. Aunt Zhao is indeed a bit of a trick.

However, Tanchun refused to call Aunt Zhao "Niang" in private, which is unreasonable. The dog is not poor, and the son is not ugly!

Moreover, the Jia Mu and Mrs. Wang she prayed for did not protect her in the end, and was added to the name of an empty county lord and married someone else.

Only from the shrewdness and self-exaltation, born in the last days, the fortune is biased. Qingming weeps and looks at the riverside, and the east wind is a dream for thousands of miles.

Jia Tanchun was angry at Jia Huan's perfunctory attitude, so he no longer paid attention to Jia Huan. She had met Jia Huan once or twice during this time, and thought that he had changed. Now it seems that he still has some "thoughts" about Baoyu in his heart.

Jia Huan didn't know about Tanchun's "misunderstanding" about him, and he didn't care if he knew, boredly pondering all kinds of Tanchun in the Dream of Red Mansions.

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When Jia Huan, Jia Lan, Jia Tanchun, and Jia Xichun were talking, they drank three times.

Jia Zhenglang said: "The day before yesterday, the housekeeper of the Zhen family in Jiangnan came to give a New Year's gift and brought a poem by Zhen Baoyu of Zhen Mansion, which has a sentence of 'a thousand pieces of reed snow and falling trees on behalf of Qionghua' is very wonderful and recited for the literati of Jinling. Today's Chinese New Year's Eve banquet in the mansion, Baoyu, Brother Huan, Brother Lan, the three of you can try to chant a poem. ”

He stayed at the banquet, and the ladies and relatives here were uncomfortable. He didn't feel comfortable either. The reason why I stayed to drink was for this big thing.

Jia Fu and Zhen Fu have been friends for generations, but the literary name can never be pressed down on each other. If the children in the house have good poems, they will naturally have to recite them.

Jia Zheng's eyes fell on Jia Baoyu. He had high hopes for this son. As for Jia Huan and Jia Lan, they are all making up the numbers.

Eight-year-old Jia Baoyu, who was snuggled in Jia's mother's arms, shuddered and hurriedly avoided Jia Zheng's gaze. He has always been afraid of Jia Zheng.

Jia Mu smiled and continued: "The poem is well done, and I will also appreciate it." ”

Everyone who had seats at the banquet echoed and laughed, "Ancestor, your colorful head must be extraordinary, I covet it, but I can't compose poetry." Look at Baoyu's. ”

"Baoyu, don't you like to compose poems the most on weekdays? Under the encouragement of the ancestors, you have to show real skills. ”

"The old ancestor is really eccentric. Bao Erye's poems are well written, which everyone knows. ”

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

Jia Baoyu also had a look on her face, and said coquettishly in Jia's mother's arms: "Ancestor, not only do I want to make poems today, but also Sister Lin, Second Sister, Third Sister, and Fourth Sister all have to do it together." Otherwise, I'd rather not have this lottery. ”

"Good, good, good." Jia Mu's smiling old face blossomed, and she agreed one after another.

Jia Huan on the side looked at it with a chill. At the age of eight, she is still coquettish in her grandmother's arms, what a precious life--root Jia Baoyu!

Baoyu's appearance is described in detail in the Dream of Red Mansions: the face is like the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the color is like the flower of spring dawn, the temples are like a knife, the eyebrows are like ink paintings, the face is like peach petals, and the eyes are like autumn waves. Jia Huan himself summed it up as: a handsome cream little Zhengtai with a big round face.

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

The maid and the mother-in-law brought pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and a servant woman cleaned up the prepared table. Jia Baoyu, Lin Daiyu, Jia Yingchun, Jia Tanchun, Jia Xichun, Jia Huan, Jia Lan

Jia Baoyu and others each put pen to paper. The title has been revealed for a long time. Cao Zhi became a poem in seven steps, which was a genius among geniuses. The talent of the world, Cao Zijian monopolizes eight buckets. Jia Baoyu and others could not have become poems in an instant. However, maids, mothers-in-law, and outsiders don't know, what a good reputation it has to spread?

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

As soon as Jia Huan looked at the surrounding posture, he knew that he had leaked the question. Looking at Jia Lan beside him, he had already written a five-character poem in a moment, and he was obviously prepared. And he was apparently forgotten by the people of Jiafu - no one confided the problem to him.

Jia Lan was embarrassed in her heart, and smiled at Jia Huan wryly. His nervousness before the banquet began was real. Although he knew the topic in advance, his mother didn't write it for him. He just spent enough time carving. However, he had little confidence in his "poem".

Jia Huan smiled in return, and did not accuse Jia Huan of concealing the topic. What can a five-year-old understand? I'm afraid it was Li Kun who told Jia Lan! On the one hand, he wanted to reveal the poem he was going to compose tonight, and on the other hand, he would not divulge the topic so as not to disfavor Mrs. Wang. As long as he pays attention and asks a few more words of Zhen Baoyu's poems, he will naturally be able to find out the topic of "Yongxue" tonight.

Jia Huan shook his head in his heart. Li Kun is really sleek in Jiafu. Even a low-status concubine like him didn't want to offend. No wonder there is a title of great benevolent. Listening to Ruyi, the servant world of Jiafu praised her.

At this time, a maid over there shouted in surprise: "The second master has written!" ”

Jia Huan lowered his head and didn't look.

Nonsense, people with a little scheming understand: you can't steal the limelight from Jia Baoyu at this time. When Lin Daiyu entered Jiafu, she had to watch others do it when she ate a bowl of tea. This kind of thing is naturally understood. Needless to say, Sanchun is inferior to Baoyu.

Jia Huan pondered what poems to write. He loves books on literature and history, but he is really not good at writing poetry. It is not enough to write a limerick poem like "The sea is full of water, and the horse is four-legged". He will become the laughing stock of Jiafu.

Whether it's a good name or a bad reputation, Jia Huan doesn't want it now.

It is even more undesirable to copy a good poem to shake Jiafu. Tonight, Jiafu made it clear that he was famous for Baoyu. He can't steal the show.

Jia Huan thought about it and had a plan in his heart. At this time, Jia Xichun put the written poem on the paint tray of the maid beside him, turned his head to look at the white paper in front of Jia Huan, and couldn't help but sneer: "Do you want to use wordless poems to win the first?" ”

Jia Tanchun also put away his pen at this time, glanced at the blank paper in front of Jia Huan, and shook his head gently: Her younger brother just has no ability to be jealous, which is really annoying.

Jia Huan ignored Jia Xichun and put pen to paper on the paper. It is a Yongxue poem by Su Shi "Hetian Guobo Xixue". Of the eight lines of poetry, Jia Huan only wrote four sentences, and then wrote: Verses of predecessors, Jia Huan respectfully recorded.

Standing beside Jia Huan was Li Kun's maid Suyun, who smiled and helped Jia Huan collect the paper and presented the poem to Jia Zheng for comment.

Jia Huan finished writing it was already the last. At this time, Jia Baoyu, Lin Daiyu, Jia Yingchun, Jia Tanchun, Jia Xichun, and Jia Lan had already finished writing, and the poems were handed over to Jia Zheng.

Jia Zheng is commenting on poetry. Although he didn't even get into the children's examination, people in their forties still have a vision for poetry. This is the most basic literary literacy.