But he said that Jia Baoyu said goodbye to Lin Daiyu and wanted to go to a private school, but suddenly remembered Miss Ruoyu's matter, so he stopped, lowered his voice and asked Qing'er: "Has your grandmother worshiped Miss Ruoyu recently?"

Qing'er felt that if she continued to deceive him, it would be too inauthentic, so she replied quite cautiously: "Since the temple was broken, I haven't seen Miss Ruoyu again, and I haven't seen her move the fruits of the last few sacrifices. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Baoyu wanted to ask again, and Mingyan flew to Baoyu and said, "Master, it's not good, the master is back!"

Lin Daiyu was feeding Baoyu's leftover meals to Black Tiger at this time, and when she heard that her uncle was back, she immediately became nervous.

I wanted to give a few words, but seeing that Baoyu was already so frightened that cold sweat broke out on his forehead, he changed his tone and comforted him in a ridiculous tone: "Uncle is just studying your studies, or letting you silently recite the "Four Books" and "Five Classics", or chanting poems on the spot, and not letting you go into battle to kill the enemy, so he was scared like this, and it turned out to be a silver-like pewter spearhead...... I won't tell you, let's go quickly......"

Inadvertently, he said the sentence in "West Chamber" again, and others didn't notice it, Daiyu was so ashamed that her face was crimson, she turned around and ran back to the house, refusing to come out for a long time.

Baoyu didn't care about her at this time, left everyone behind, and told Ming Yan'er to tell the old lady and go to the direction of Rongguo Mansion to see her father.

In the living room of Rongxi Hall, in addition to Jia Zheng, there was also a group of his guests, who were talking about the king of Hengjun and the concubine general Lin Siniang, Baoyu walked into the house with fear, first knelt down and worshiped his father, and then, in turn, he met Cheng Rixing, Zhan Ziliang, Shan Ziye and others, and stood respectfully and respectfully, and did not dare to come out.

"Master Zheng, I haven't seen him for a few months, and my brother has grown so tall, and he is more and more energetic, and he has the demeanor of Master Zheng. ”

Zhan Guang also hurriedly got up, took Baoyu's hand and praised: "Although the world brother is young, the literary talent is embarrassing to us, if it weren't for the fact that I accidentally got a fan and was able to admire the literary talent of the world brother, I didn't know that the world brother actually wrote a good poem." ”

Jia Baoyu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and didn't dare to speak.

Jia Zheng asked in surprise: "What kind of fan? What kind of poetry is it, and what kind of ridiculous thing has this son of evil done outside?"

"Zheng Lao is wrong to blame the world brother, it's not the world brother who does ridiculous things, it's the world brother's poems in the school that have been passed out, and the whole capital is copying it, saying that it is the young man of Rongguo Mansion who is a teenager, who is only eight years old, and he actually writes good poems, and they are written on the fan. ”

Zhan Guang said, took out a fan from his sleeve, and opened it with a brush.

"A fan like this originally only sold for fifteen yuan a handful, and when I wrote the poems of the little brother, I bought twenty-eight words, and those who made the fan pointed to the little brother to make money. ”

As soon as Baoyu heard a few of his broken poems, he was able to exchange them for silver, so he was so happy that he snatched the fan and slapped it a few times.

Shan Pingren sneered in his heart, this is the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhan Guang is still carrying a fan, obviously he has been prepared for a long time, to please Baoyu and Master Zheng.

In fact, the white stubble fans on the market are all fifteen yuan a handle, and when you mention calligraphy and painting, you can buy twenty-five to thirty yuan, not because of how well Baoyu's poems are written.

All the guests got up and leaned over to look at the fan, but it was a seven-character poem, and they read it out in unison: "The autumn night is a thing: there is no noise in the clouds and clouds, and the cinnamon is soaked in the silk yarn." The moss lock stone pattern is a sleeping crane, and the well floats and the tung dew is wet. Hug the maid to Shu Jinfeng, and lean on the threshold to return to the cuihua. Sleepless at night because of wine thirst, heavy smoke to re-dial the rope to cook tea. ”

"Good poem, what a guilu streamer soaked in the yarn, the scene is blended, the movement and stillness are appropriate, such a skillful word choice and sentence making skills, it really makes me wait for shame!"

Shan Renren's just right praise immediately attracted a high-profile echo from all the guests.

"I like the moss lock stone pattern the most, anthropomorphic description, it simply brings the scenery to life......" Zhan Guang said extremely sincerely, his face full of admiration.

Jia Baoyu immediately fluttered up, this is when he just moved into the Grand View Garden improvised work, entitled "Four Hours Chronicle", four poems, respectively, chanting the feelings of the various seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, not an elegant work, just a down-and-out literati in the market, I heard that these poems came from the hands of teenagers in Rongguofu, so they have been copied, purely for curiosity.

"Son, you are proud! What kind of obscene words and vulgar sentences are written, and I see that I have not concentrated on the writings of various families, but will only show off my carving skills. Jia Zhengtou showed the majesty of the parents and deliberately reprimanded Baoyudao.

"The words of the political elder are to be discussed, the eight families of the Tang and Song dynasties, whether it is Ouyang Xiu, Wang Anshi or Sansu father and son, are all the pillars of the country, Han Changli's "Shi Shuo" teaches how many Confucian scholars, Liu Hedong has also served as the supervisor of the imperial history, and has taken on the responsibility of the country.

Shan Yezi's words were not exactly a pat on the back, he praised Jia Baoyu from the bottom of his heart for having such a talent at a young age, and thought that Jia Zheng was too demanding on his son.

Jia Zheng shook his head and sighed: "The dog is only three years old when the king of Hengjun is young, but when the king of Hengjun was thirteen years old, he went out with the king of Beijing to conquer Mobei and made meritorious contributions.

King Hengjun is the eldest son of King Beijing, the favorite grandson of the current saint, and the emperor personally gave him the name Jin Yao, hoping that he can be as talented and virtuous as Yao Shun, and inherit the royal mantle in the future.

It's a pity, because of the easy rush, fell into the enemy's trap, unfortunately died, today is Qiqi, Jia Zheng returned to Beijing to participate in the imperial court to surpass the Jinyao undead ceremony.

Rong Guogong once served as the attendant of the old prince of the father of King Beijing, and the friendship between the two families was not shallow, and Jia Zheng was inevitably sad.

Seeing that Jia Zhengming was reprimanding Baoyu, however, comparing him with the King of Hengjun, he clearly had high hopes for Jia Baoyu, and if he put it aside, he would definitely compliment him fiercely.

Baoyu was sought after by everyone, and he was trembling in his heart, forgetting to converge, and smiled at Jia Zheng without knowing the height of the sky: "Father, the ancients, the ruler is short, the inch is long, the king of Hengjun is just good at riding and shooting, if you talk about poetry, you may not be much smarter than a child......"

Before the words fell, Jia Zheng grabbed the freshly brewed tea and threw it at Baoyu without a head.

This situation was too sudden, everyone couldn't react, Baoyu subconsciously raised his hand to block, but was not smashed, but was scalded by the hot tea that had just been cut, and the hot tea burned all the way with his arm.

With a "pop", the exquisite glass fell to the ground and shattered.

At that time, glass was a rare item, which was transported from the West thousands of miles away, and it was more precious than agate, and ordinary people had never even seen it.

The maid, who was hiding outside the door to watch, saw that Jia Zheng was angry and taught Baoyu a lesson, so frightened that she lost her face and ran to report to Jia's mother......

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