Mrs. Wang touched Baoyu's neck and said, "All the pills in front of you have been eaten?" Baoyu replied, "There is one more pill." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Mrs. Wang said: "Ming'er will take ten more pills, and every day when you are about to sleep, ask the attacker to wait for you to eat and then sleep." Baoyu said: "I only ordered it from my wife, and I thought about it every night and sent me to eat." Jia Zheng asked, "Who is the attacker?" Mrs. Wang said, "It's a girl." Jia Zheng said: "No matter what the girl's name is, who is so tricky and has such a name?" Mrs. Wang saw that Jia Zheng was uncomfortable, so she covered up for Baoyu and said: "It was the old lady who gave it." Jia Zheng said: "How does the old lady know this, it must be Baoyu." Baoyu couldn't hide it, so he had to get up and reply: "Reading poetry on the day of the factor, I once remembered that the ancients had a poem: 'Flowers attack people and know the warmth of the day'. Mrs. Wang hurriedly said: "Baoyu, you go back and change it, the master doesn't have to be angry about this little thing." Jia Zheng said: "In the end, it's okay, what's the use of changing, it's just that Baoyu is not upright, and focuses on these strong words." After speaking, he broke off and shouted: "The beast who does the work, don't go out yet!" Mrs. Wang also hurriedly said: "Go, I'm just afraid that the old lady will wait for you to eat." Baoyu agreed, slowly withdrew, smiled at Jin Chu'er and stretched out his tongue, and took the two grandmothers to go away. Seeing Lin Daiyu there, Baoyu asked him: "Where do you live?" Lin Daiyu was thinking about this in his heart, and suddenly saw Baoyu asking him, so he smiled and said: "I think that Xiaoxiang Pavilion is good, and I love those few bamboo poles hidden in a curved fence, which is more quiet than other places." Baoyu clapped his hands and smiled: "Just like my idea, I want you to live here. ”

The two were thinking about it, and Jia Zheng sent someone back and forth to Jia's mother and said: "February 22 is good, my brothers and sisters will move in. Xue Baochai lived in Wuyuan, Lin Daiyu lived in Xiaoxiang Pavilion, Jia Yingchun lived in Jinlou, Tanchun lived in Qiushuangzhai, Xichun lived in Lifeng Xuan, Li lived in Daoxiang Village, Baoyu lived.

And it is said that since Baoyu entered the garden, he has been satisfied, and there is no other thing to be greedy. Every day he only has a place with his sisters and girls, or reading, or writing, or playing the piano and chess, painting and chanting, and even describing the thorn phoenix, fighting grass hairpins, singing quietly, splitting words and guessing coins, everything, but also very happy.

Spring nights are happening

Xia Xuanyun is paved with flowers, and the toad in the alley is more untrue.

The pillow is cold and the rain outside the window, and the person in front of me is dreaming.

Yingying candle tears because of who wept, a little flower sorrow for me.

Since he is a little lazy, he is impatient to laugh and talk frequently.

Summer nights are a thing

Tired embroidered beauty dreams long, golden cage parrot calls for tea soup.

The window is bright and the musk moon opens the palace mirror, and the room is misty and sandalwood.

The amber cup is poured with lotus dew and slippery, and the glass sill is cool with willows.

The water pavilion moves everywhere, and the curtain rolls up the Zhu Lou and makes up for the night.

Autumn nights are coming

There is no noise in the Xuan Yun Xuan, and the cinnamon streamer is soaked in the yarn.

Moss lock stone pattern sleeping crane, well fluttering tung dew wet perched crow.

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 heavy rope cooking tea.

Winter nights are just around the corner

The dream of plum soul bamboo has been three more, and the brocade has not been sleeped.

The pine shadow only sees the crane, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground without smelling the warbler.

The daughter Cui Sleeve is cold, and the son Jin Mink is light in wine.

Because of these poems, there were first-class snobs at that time, and they were made by the twelve or thirteen-year-old sons of Rongguofu, and they were copied out and praised everywhere, and then there were first-class frivolous children, who fell in love with the ** bewitching sentences, and also wrote on the fantou wall, and chanted from time to time to praise them.

Most of the people in the garden are girls, in the chaotic world, when they are innocent, they sit and lie down, laugh and laugh without intention, and they know Baoyu's heart at this timeBaoyu had seen these books before, and when he saw them, he felt like he had a treasure. Baoyu didn't take it into the garden, hesitated again and again, and only picked a few sets of the fine literature and science into it, put it on the top of the **, and looked at it secretly when no one was around.

That day was in the middle of March, after breakfast, Baoyu brought a set of "Hui Zhen Ji", walked to the Qinfang Gate Bridge under a stone under the peach blossoms to sit on, unfolded "Hui Zhen Ji", from the beginning to play.

When Baoyu turned around, it was Lin Daiyu who came, carrying a flower hoe on her shoulder, with a flower bag hanging on the hoe, and a flower broom in her hand. Lin Daiyu said: "It's not good to leave it in the water. You see that the water here is clean, only the first class goes out, and the dirty and smelly places of someone's house are mixed up, and the flowers are still collapsed. (To be continued.) )