How could Jia Lian allow Wang Xifeng to provoke him? He said calmly: "The word "山" is too broad. Please try another one."
"ah?"
Wang Xifeng, who was so proud, suddenly lost her breath. It was difficult for her to think of one. At this time, she was asked to think of a poem and dictionary story related to spring.
Everyone saw Wang Xifeng's predicament. Although they laughed at her for not being able to overthrow two of them, they kindly reminded her: "If second sister-in-law Lian can't overthrow the second one, she can ask for help from her fellow Cao people. "
"How can I ask for help?"
Yingchun stood up, walked over and said to Wang Xifeng: "Second sister-in-law, tell me your order, and I will help you think of one."
Although welcoming the new year had good intentions, Wang Xifeng also saw that everyone was laughing at her.
As soon as his self-esteem came up, he said: "No need to trouble you, I have already thought of it."
Wang Xifeng didn't want to steam the steamed buns to argue with her, but she did think of something.
Spring sleep without waking up!
So I said the word "sleep".
Jia Lian asked with a smile which word it was, and Wang Xifeng replied: "It means sleep."
After saying that, everyone laughed and even shook their heads.
This is too simple and straightforward, but it’s hard to blame Lian’s second sister-in-law, and compared to Chunshan, Chunmian is better.
Jia Lian also inexplicably found Wang Xifeng, an illiterate person, quite cute...
In fact, you can roughly guess it just from her previous behavior of looking up at the sky.
Now that the word "Mian" came out, and knowing Wang Xifeng's limited reserve of poems, how could Jia Lian still not guess that the end of her order was seasonal spring?
So he imitated Wang Xifeng's tone: "Mud means land."
Wang Xifeng continued to shut down, "He guessed it right?"
Although everyone thought Wang Xifeng's reaction was funny, some people questioned the origin of "Chun Ni".
"Brother Lian, sister-in-law Lian's last name is 'Chun'. What are you shooting at?"
Jia Baoyu's words made Jia Lian frown slightly. His original intention was to continue to make things difficult for Wang Xifeng, so he said something that Wang Xifeng should not know.
Unexpectedly, even Jia Baoyu didn't know it, which shows that Jia Baoyu still couldn't remember many ancient poems.
So he hummed: "Luohong is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers..."
After Jia Lian finished speaking, he finally realized something was wrong. This sentence sounded like a famous line from a poem through the ages...
From the Qing Dynasty.
Fortunately, out of desperation, I came up with a wise saying: "There are several early orioles vying for warmth in the trees, but whose new swallows are pecking at the spring mud!"
But everyone no longer listened to his changed words.
"Fallen flowers are not heartless things, into Chunni more quadrangle……"
Although it is only one sentence, Daiyu and others are smart enough to realize that this is a rare and beautiful sentence.
Daiyu doesn’t think she has read all the poems, there must be some good poems she doesn’t know!
Then he looked at Baochai opposite.
But when she saw that Baochai had a similar expression, she knew that even Baochai had never heard of him.
"Sister-in-law, have you ever heard of this sentence?"
Daiyu knew that although Li Wan had limited literary talent, he had read many poems and books and was a well-educated man.
Li Wan shook his head: "I don't know the source either."
So, everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and they all had guesses in their hearts: Could it be that Brother Lian did this again?
Facing the strange looks in the eyes of these cute girls and pretty widows, Jia Lian could only smile on his face and smile bitterly in his heart.
Sure enough, copywriting is a road you can never look back on...
But it doesn't matter, as long as you can earn fame, money, and the shocked eyeballs of Lin Daiyu and others, it's worth enduring the "inner torture".
Daiyu and others had no idea what Jia Lian was thinking, and they were indeed shocked.
Brother Lian's second brother is really talented in writing. He can throw out such sentences casually?
"Brother Lian, can you read out the complete poem?"
At this time, Lin Daiyu couldn't care less about being reserved and bluntly asked for poetry.
Jia Lian shook his head: "To be honest, I heard this poem from somewhere else."
Jia Lian thought for a while. Although he had a lot of inventory, he couldn't stand the fact that there were so many girls at home, asking for this one and that one too. Even a hard-core man couldn't stand it.
So it’s better to exercise some moderation.
Cereal disease
Sure enough, Daiyu and others were even more curious and asked where they heard it.
"Miaoyu."
Everyone was surprised, and then relieved.
It can be seen from this that Miaoyu is really no ordinary person.
Even Daiyu couldn't help but feel less wary and more admirable towards Miaoyu.
Anyone who can write such a poem must be extremely talented.
…
While everyone was sitting around the table, playing round after round, and the game was in full swing, the little girl's voice came from the door of the courtyard:
"The old lady is here."
Everyone hurriedly stood up and watched, and sure enough, Jia Mu led You, Qin and others in.
"Hahaha, your place is really lively."
After Jia Mu entered the door, she looked around and saw that the small courtyard was well arranged and there were many things. Jia Mu secretly nodded and smiled at Wang Xifeng: "Girl Feng, I'm here uninvited. Are you ready?"
What do you want to entertain me?
I promised you that if there is nothing good to entertain me, I will turn around and leave."
At this time, all the sisters gathered around Jia Mu, and Wang Xifeng also came over, holding Jia Mu's arm and walking up. As they walked, they told Ping'er and others: "Why don't you take these cold ones down quickly?
Fresh ones are coming.”
Wang Xifeng ordered the kitchen to prepare a large amount of expensive delicacies today. If the dishes are cold, they will be removed and replaced with new ones.
As for waste or not, I don’t care.
Besides, it won't be wasted. The house is full of people, and there are many people vying for the removed dishes.
As for Jia Mu and others, they don't care about eating. They have known how to maintain health since they were young. No matter how good the food is, they only eat a little bit.
"What were you playing before? I see you were having a lot of fun."
Before sitting down at the table, Jia Mu asked.
"Ancestor, we were just playing 'divide the cao and shoot down', it was really interesting."
Jia Baoyu introduced to Jia Mu with a smile.
As the daughter of the Shihou family, Jia Mu had never seen or heard anything in decades, so she naturally knew about Shefu.
"I'm old and can't play with these formal things. I'd better change to something simple and lively. Otherwise, I'll leave."
"Haha, what our ancestors said is that I have long been disgusted by what they are doing, but I can't persuade them with my words.
Fortunately, my ancestors have come, and I have a backer, so I am no longer afraid of them, so I will give up this and do something else."
Wang Xifeng knew how to please Jia Mu, so Jia Mu happily sat down on the chief chair.
Although Jia Baoyu and others felt that they were not fully satisfied, they did not dare to disobey Jia Mu's wishes and could only obey silently.
Jia Mu took her seat and everyone rearranged their seats.
Xiangling had already consciously retreated to the ranks of maids, while Jialan also quietly said goodbye to her mother and went back to study.
So Youshi and Qinshi took the seats of Xiangling and Jialan respectively.
Jia Lian also took the second seat and sat above Jia Baoyu, facing Aunt Xue.
After drinking a glass of wine, Jia Mu smiled and said: "You don't have to be restrained, I'm just here to ask for a drink. How did you play just now? How are you still playing now?"
If I know how to play, I will play with you. If I can’t, I will watch you play.”
Wang Xifeng said hurriedly: "It just so happens that the flowers in my courtyard are blooming. Grandpa, how about we play drums and pass the flowers around?"
Jia Mu glanced at her, and sure enough, this hozen knew her thoughts best.
"It's not difficult to pass flowers by beating the drum, but what's the punishment for losing?"
"Hahaha, is our ancestor still afraid of losing?
You don’t need to be nervous. According to me, there are some people here today who are as elegant as Baochai and Sister Lin, and there are also people who are vulgar like me. Therefore, our gameplay must be both elegant and vulgar to be fair.
So, we might as well ask a girl to play the drum while blindfolding her, and all of us at the table will pass the flowers around. If the drum stops playing in the hands of anyone, we will be punished with a drink of wine, and then we can tell a story or tell a story.
It’s a joke. Of course, if Baoyu and the others want to write poems and lyrics based on the scene, that’s fine too.
What do you think?"
Wang Xifeng said with beaming eyebrows and full of energy.
Daiyu then said to Tanchun: "Look at her, we shot her down just now. She looked like a gourd with its mouth cut off. Now that the old lady is here, she is getting excited again!"
Tan Chun smiled softly, and Wang Xifeng, who heard this, glanced at Daiyu with this smile.
Next to Wang Xifeng, Youshi, who was at the base of Xichun, took the opportunity to quietly look at Jia Lian diagonally across the long table.
But she saw Jia Lian smiling at her, saying nothing.