Jia Zheng rushed to the post station outside the city yesterday, because it has reached the time of the curfew, he has always been self-disciplined, naturally did not dare to alarm the soldiers guarding the city, low-key in the post station for one night, the next day into the city home, to meet Jia's mother, the first thing is to summon the children and grandchildren to inspect the homework. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Seeing that Jia Zheng was really moved, the doormen hurriedly blocked in front of Baoyu and pleaded for him.

"Do you think this bastard should be damned, he dares to compare with King Hengjun, what kind of thing is he, if he learns a little toe from King Hengjun, I will be blinded to death!"

"The old man is angry, we all know that the king of Hengjun is the pillar of the country, and we also know that you are uncomfortable because of the martyrdom of the king of Hengjun, and you are angry with the little brother, in fact, the little brother is already very outstanding. Cheng Rixing said, and went to pull Baoyu up: "Let's go and deal with the burns first, apply some ointment, and then it's not too late to receive a lesson from the political elders." ”

"Let him kneel, the king of Hengjun is only three or four years older than him, he has been born and died repeatedly, and he has unfortunately sacrificed his life for the country......" Jia Zheng said, crying early and sighing.

The old lady knew that he was very strict with Baoyu, and she was afraid that he would say something wrong and use family law against Baoyu, so she asked Amber to come over quietly to listen to the news, and when she heard that Jia Zheng was angry, she grabbed the mandarin duck's shoulder and rushed here.

Jia Huan and Jia Lan also rushed to meet their father (grandfather) one after another, and when they heard that Baoyu was being taught a lesson, how dare they slack off, so they went in and knelt behind Baoyu, holding their breath to listen to Hou's father's reprimand.

Now, write a poem on the theme of the story of the king of Hengjun and the general who sacrificed their lives for the country, and if you don't write well, be careful of your skin!" He also instructed his youngest son Jia Huan and grandson Jia Lan to say: "You can also write, and there is no restriction on genre. ”

Jinling City has been circulating the story of King Hengjun recently, and Xueli has also used this proposition to let them write poems to hang on.

King Hengjun is the eldest son of King Beijing, Jin Yao, not only handsome, and very good at riding and shooting, martial arts world-class, of course, he is not perfect, it is said that he is born / flow, his personal soldiers are all young women, among them there is a name Lin Siniang, the posture is excellent, the best martial arts, the most favored by King Heng, was named the commander of the beauty guard, known as the "concubine general".

Soon after the king of Hengjun came out of the town of Qingzhou, he encountered the rebellion of the Red Mei Army, he held his own martial arts and was strong, and personally attacked the bandit camp as a pioneer, contained the bandits, and covered the Nan'an Wang's army to raid the Red Mei Army camp from the back village.

Due to the slow action of the king of Nan'an, the king of Hengjun went deep alone, and was lured to the cliff by the bandit leader, and fell off the cliff to his death in order to avoid the random arrows. The women's guards led by Lin Siniang desperately rescued King Heng, and no one survived.

Although the king of Hengjun died in battle, he wiped out eighty percent of the bandits in one fell swoop, but let the king of Nan'an pick up a cheap one and easily achieved the battle of annihilating the Red Eyebrow bandit army.

Baoyu sighed in his heart that King Hengjun had died well, and there were so many confidants to accompany him, and he got up a little slower, so he heard his father yell: "You don't start yet, what are you rubbing?"

Frightened, Jia Baoyu got up, came to the bookcase, dipped in thick ink and thought for a long time, but did not put down the pen.

Jia Lanwen was quick in thought, and with a wave, everyone saw that he wrote a seven-word quatrain: "The concubine general Lin Siniang, jade is muscle, bone and iron are intestines." After donating his body to report to Queen Heng, Qingzhou Tu Shangxiang on this day. ”

All the guests praised one after another: "The little brother can write such good poems at such an age, which shows that the family has a deep knowledge and is really not false." ”

Because of the early death of Jia Zheng's eldest son, Jia Zheng doted on his grandson very much, and couldn't help laughing: "The childish quarrel is still difficult for him." ”

Jia Huan was not to be outdone, and hurriedly wrote it and handed it in.

He wrote a five-character poem: "The red powder does not know sorrow, and the general is unwilling." Cover up and leave the embroidery curtain, and hold a grudge out of Qingzhou. Self-proclaimed reward Wang De, who can revenge the revenge? ”

Everyone is full of praise, all of them are a few years older, and their intentions are different.

Jia Zhengdao: "It's not a big mistake, it's not sincere." ”

He reprimanded Baoyu again: "Evil animal! Huan'er and Lan'er have it, don't you still have a word?"

Baoyu timidly accompanied the smiling face and said: "This topic doesn't seem to be close to the body, and you have to have an ancient style or a song or a long line to be sincere." ”

The curtain guest door praised it first, saying that the world brother is not very old, and he is really knowledgeable, and this theory can be called a veteran magic method.

When Jia Zheng heard that he was in tune, he saw that his hands were hot, and he was moved by compassion, so he took the pen and smiled at Baoyu: "You read, I write, if it's not good, I will beat your flesh, who will allow you to be ashamed!"

Baoyu trembled and said: "King Heng is good at martial arts and good/lust ......"

"Vulgar!" Jia Zheng said as he wrote.

Immediately, there was a mountain and a wild road: "I am going to be like this, and look at him underneath." ”

Baoyu continued: "Teach beautiful women to learn riding and shooting. The song and dance are not happy, and the array is self-satisfied. There is no dust in front of me, and the general's pretty shadow is ...... in the red light."

Everyone said: "It's a good 'I don't see the dust and sand', and I inherited the sentence 'in the red light', and the words and sentences are all deified." ”

When Baoyu heard the praise, he suddenly came to his senses, and blurted out a witty sentence: "When you smell the fragrance of your tongue, the frost spear and snow sword are difficult to lift." ”

Shan Renren clapped his hands and smiled: "More and more charm is drawn, and the emotional little brother has seen it with his own eyes." ”

Baoyu couldn't help but smile and said: "Boudoir practice martial arts, let it be brave, how can it be like a man? ”

Jia Zheng reprimanded: "Don't continue soon, you have something to talk about again?"

Baoyu was most afraid of his father, where did he dare to be arrogant, and continued with sincere fear: "The lilac knot is hibiscus, not a pearl and a treasure knife; Next year, the rogue will go to Shandong, and the tigers and leopards will be like bees......"

"It's a good word, and you can see the high and low. Zhan Guang said.

Baoyu continued: "The king led the heavenly soldiers to destroy it, but the battle was unsuccessful; The green mountains and lonely waters are when King Heng died in battle, the rain is drenched in white bones and blood, and the moon is cold and the yellow sand ghosts guard the corpse. The soldiers only protect themselves, Qingzhou sees dust, and unexpectedly loyal and righteous Ming Boudoir, angry King Heng is proud. ”

Everyone praised it again: "Wonderful, wonderful, Uncle Pu's euphemism!"

Jia Zhengdao: "There are too many uncles, I'm afraid that it will be cumbersome in the back." ”

Baoyu laughed sneeringly, and said in one breath: "King Heng is proud of who can do it? The embroidered saddle has tears and spring sorrow, and the iron armor is silent and the night is cold; the victory or defeat is difficult to predetermine in advance, and the oath of life and death will be reported to the former king. The thieves are rampant and invincible, the willows are broken and the flowers can be hurt; the soul is close to the hometown of the city Guo, and the horse is fragrant with rouge and bone marrow. Xingchi Times entered the Beijing Division, whose children are not sad! The Son of Heaven panicked and hated to lose, and at this time, both civil and military bowed their heads. What is the civil and military dynasty, not as good as Lin Siniang in the boudoir? I sigh for Siniang, and the song is still wandering!"

Before Baoyu's words fell, everyone shouted loudly, Jia Zheng read it from the beginning, and was secretly proud in his heart, but said in his mouth: "The writing is unsatisfactory, it's just that the three of you solve the problem in the same way, and the writing is all about the concubine general, don't you have any other feelings except for envying the confidante of King Hengjun?"

I caught a glimpse of a maid probing her brain outside the door, and knew that it was sent by Jia's mother to inquire about the news, Jia Zheng didn't want Jia's mother to worry, so he waved to the three of them and said, "Go ahead, and think about your homework tomorrow." ”

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