Although Baoyu was smiling happily and was afraid of Lin Zhao's eyes, he still glanced at Daiyu. Xiangyun just pretended not to notice, kept pulling him to talk, and fed him snail meat.
Mrs. Wang frowned when she saw it, and saw that Baochai had been sitting dignifiedly, peeling snail meat for her, Jia Mu, and Aunt Xue to eat, and she became more and more dissatisfied: Miss Shi Da is already engaged, and she is still doing this in front of us.
What does it mean to hang on to a precious jade in front of you? Have you learned all the rules and gone to the dog's belly? This is still the daughter of a noble family. She is so shameless and shameless, and she is not afraid of being embarrassed.
Jia Mu also saw it and frowned. She just said that she had eaten enough and needed to rest. Everyone hurriedly stopped. Mrs. Wang served Jia Mu and went back. Baochai then invited everyone to write poems. Lin Zhao took the
He drank from a small cup. Xiangyun said with a smile: "Uncle Lin is famous far and wide. Do you think he disdains us, the show in the boudoir?"
Lin Zhao smiled and said: "I am a martial artist, how did I get my reputation far and wide?"
Xiangyun was startled and choked for a moment, then said after a while: "My brother is a martial artist. My sister is a talented woman. What does this mean?"
Lin Zhao glanced at her sideways and said with a smile: "That naturally means that my father is both civil and military."
Xiang Yun turned to look at the questions angrily, but she didn't believe it. She couldn't compare to Lin Daiyu. Baochai wanted to go up and say a few words, but saw that Lin Zhao's eyes were dull and for some reason he only had a drum in his heart, so he gave up and went to check the boxes himself.
topic.
Only Xichun dared to argue with Lin Zhao: "Cousin Lin, you really don't want to do it?"
Lin Zhao looked strange and said: 'When did I say I wouldn't do it?'
"That's great. Cousin, your poem "Ode to Plum Blossoms" feels like the best among poems. Even Lu You can't compare with it. I'm just waiting to see what stunning poems you can write."
Xichun patted and screamed happily.
Yingchun, Tanchun and Baoyu all looked over in surprise.
Lin Zhao smiled and said: "Since Lady Guan Jia said that my poems surpassed Lu You's, then I am a great poet. Since I am a great poet, I naturally have to do it at the end. Let me see how your works are."
Xichun's face turned red and she ran to read the questions with Daiyu.
Lin Zhao glanced at the girls and said softly: "This can no longer be described as straightforward. Mom,"
Aunt Rong said from behind Lin Zhao: "Miss Shi Da, how can she be outspoken? She is obviously relying on small businesses to sell her. I just looked at it, and the second wife's eyes were almost burning with anger."
Lin Zhao shook his head and said softly: "According to me, although she still misses her childhood sweethearts in her heart, she still knows the importance of it. Whether it is a personal relationship or not, there should be no loss of sense. But after all, it is Hou Men.
A rich man, who has no experience in the world, is too fearless, and does not know how to fear rumors."
Aunt Rong nodded and said: "I can see it clearly. In my opinion, she is just trying to hide herself." She couldn't help but say, "But I think I don't need to argue with her."
Lin Zhaodao: "Don't worry, Mom, even if I'm bored, I won't get into trouble with a little girl."
While they were talking, the sisters over there, together with Baoyu, had already started discussing how to compose poems.
Li Wan said: "When I came just now, I saw them bringing in two pots of white begonias, which are really beautiful flowers. Why don't you sing about them?"
Yingchun said: "I haven't rewarded you yet, so I'm going to write a poem first."
Baochai said: "It's just Bai Haitang, so why do you have to see it before writing it? The poems and poems of the ancients were just about expressing feelings. If they were all written after seeing it, there would be no such poems today."
Yingchun said: "In that case, let me limit the rhyme." After saying that, he walked to the bookshelf and pulled out a book of poems. He opened it and found that this poem was actually a seven-character rhyme. He handed it to everyone to see and they all should have composed seven poems.
Rhythm. Yingchun covered up the poem and said to a little girl: "Just say a word casually."
The girl was leaning against the door and said the word "door".
Yingchun said with a smile: "It's the rhyme of "men", "Thirteen Yuan". The first rhyme must be the word "men"." After saying that, he asked for the rhyme card box again, pulled out "Thirteen Yuan" in a drawer, and
He ordered the little girl to take four pieces. The girl then took four pieces of "pot", "hun", "hen" and "faint".
Baoyu and the sisters thought hard, and then sat down to write.
When the time was approaching, Li Wan said: "We are going to read poems. If you don't hand in the paper after reading it, you will be punished."
Baoyu said: "Although the old farmer Daoxiang is not good at work, he is good at seeing and is the most fair. You will judge the good and bad, and we will all accept it."
Everyone said: "Of course."
So I first looked at Tanchun’s manuscript and it said:
Ode to Bai Haitang
The cold grass in the setting sun covers the heavy door, and the green moss covers the basin after the rain.
Jade is the spirit that is difficult to compare with purity, while snow is the muscle and bone that is easy to ecstasy.
The beautiful heart is a little delicate and weak, and the beautiful shadow has traces of the third night of the moon.
Don't say that the immortal can become a feather, and accompany me to sing the dusk with passion.
The first person who saw Baochai was:
Cherishing her beautiful appearance, she keeps the door closed during the day, and holds the urn with her hands to fill the moss basin.
Rouge washes out the shadow of autumn, and ice and snow reveal the soul.
When it is extremely light, I know that the flowers are more beautiful, and how can I get the jade without a trace when I am sad?
Wanting to repay Bai Di by being clean, Tingting said nothing and the sun became dark again.
Li Wan smiled and said: "It's Mr. Hengwu after all." He looked at Baoyu again and said:
The autumn face reflects lightly on the double door, and the seven festivals accumulate into a basin full of snow.
When I get out of the bath, the ice of Tai Zhen makes my shadow, and I hold the Xizi jade in my heart as my soul.
The morning breeze does not dissipate a thousand sorrows, and the long rain adds a trace of tears.
Leaning alone on the painting railing, if you feel like it, I will clear the anvil and complain about the flute to send off the dusk.
Then after reading the poems of Xiangyun, Yingchun and Xichun, Baoyu said that exploring the spring was good, so Li Wan wanted to recommend Baochai's poems because he also urged Daiyu.
Daiyu said: "You all have it?" She took up the pen and threw it to everyone. Li Wan and others saw that he wrote:
The Xiang curtain is half rolled up and the door is half closed, and the ice is crushed into earth and jade for the basin.
I stole the white pistil of a pear and borrowed a wisp of the plum blossom's soul.
The immortal in the Moon Cave sews his silk gown, and the resentful girl in autumn wipes away the traces of her cry.
I am shy and silently complaining to someone. I am tired of leaning against the west wind and am already fainting at night.
After everyone read it, they all agreed that this one was the best. Li Wan said: "In terms of being romantic and unique, this one is the one. But in terms of being subtle and profound, I will give it to Heng."
Tan Chun said: "This comment is reasonable, Lang Guren should be ranked second." Li Wan said: "Young Master Yihong is the last, do you accept it?"
Baoyu said: "My song is not good, this is the fairest comment."
Xiangyun saw that everyone either praised Baochai or admired Daiyu, but her poems were not even comparable to Tanchun, and were almost on the same level as Yingchun and Xichun, so she couldn't help but feel angry secretly.
In fact, based on her level, as long as she calms down, she can surpass Tanchun and stand shoulder to shoulder with Bao Dai and Shu.
However, she just talked back to Lin Zhao and was choked to death. She was so angry that she was so out of control. Thinking of this, she hated Lin Zhao and Daiyu even more.
At this time, Lin Zhao strode over and said with a smile: "Have you finished your poems? Can you let me, a foreigner, comment on them?"
Li Wan clapped his hands and said: "Our Uncle Lin has traveled all over the country and has gained extraordinary knowledge. Why don't we make a seven-rhyme poem first? Otherwise, wouldn't it be outrageous to read our boudoir's work rashly?"
Everyone pursed their lips and smiled, saying: "That's right! That's right!"
Even Daiyu said: "Brother, just don't do it. Once you do it, it will be a masterpiece. If our Plum Blossom Poetry Society has a masterpiece of yours, it will definitely be passed down through the ages."
Lin Zhao's eyes flashed and he laughed loudly: "If you want to spread it through the ages, how difficult is it?"
Having said this, he asked for a piece of paper and a brush and wrote on it. Everyone hurriedly came forward to look at it and saw that what he wrote was:
Qilu, answer all the ladies.
White clouds are flying on Jiuyi Mountain, and the emperor rides on the wind and descends into the green light.
A branch of mottled bamboo has a thousand tears, and a branch of red clouds has thousands of flowers and a hundred layers of clothing.
The waves in Dongting are surging with the snow, and the people of Changdao are singing and moving poems.
The dream I want to be inspired by is so small that the country of Furong is full of sunshine.
As soon as this poem came out, the faces of all the ladies suddenly changed, their breathing almost stopped, and everyone looked shocked.
Even Shi Xiangyun, who was extremely angry in his heart, was speechless at this moment and did not dare to say that even a single sentence of this poem was not good without conscience.
Baochai and Tanchun glanced at Lin Zhao quickly at almost the same time, with strange colors on their faces.
Even Li Wan, who claimed to be good at poetry, stood still for a long time and sighed: "Cousin Lin is only a ten-point poet. It's really a doodle for us to compare with you. Sisters, we can see this poem and respect it."
Cousin Lin, a glass of wine!"
All the girls said yes together.
So Lin Zhao sat upright, and the sisters came forward to propose a toast one by one.
Baochai was the first to come over. After toasting, he said in a soft voice: "It's not enough to fill the basket." After saying that, he bowed his head and left.
Lin Zhaozheng was in a daze, Baoyu, after toasting to the Spring Festival, Tanchun came over. After the toast, he said in a soft voice: "I see a gentleman, Yunhu is not happy."
Lin Zhao was stunned again.
Immediately, a ripple and a hint of tenderness arose in my heart.
After the sisters and Baoyu finished toasting, Lin Zhao stood tall and tall, poured a glass of wine himself, and said to everyone: "Thank you for the toast, and I will pay you a toast in return. In fact, if there was no Plum Blossom Poetry Society, there would not be such a masterpiece. To be honest with you sisters,
, whenever I am busy, I also want to have half a day of free time, so as to combine work and rest. So I think that 'there should be a way to achieve both ends in the world, and I will live up to the Tathagata and I will not let you down'!"