Jia Zheng asked the juniors to be exempt from courtesy, and he didn't let the chairs come up, so they let them stand like this. He looked at Baoyu first, then Jia Lan, and then Jia Huan. I didn't look at it later, I just said that I was polite, respectful, and had the appearance of a national mansion, so I laughed and talked with Jia Yucun.

He put aside the tender yellow tea, blew a breath, and said with a smile: "Brother Fool invites the virtuous brother to come, first, to make a competition for the juniors, who is highly knowledgeable and who is poetic." The second is that his brother is shallow, and he is afraid that he will be overstepped by these stubborn juniors. Only you, Jia Sanjia of Jia Yu Village, no one can question it. ”

Jia Yucun smiled, Jia Zheng said this, it was really interesting.

Looking at the juniors in Jiafu, they are in awe of Jia Zheng, he said, 'I'm afraid of being knocked out of power by the stubborn juniors', what kind of topping method is it? Don't say that the juniors don't dare, even if they have the guts, but they have that ability?

He thought he was rich and five cars, and he didn't dare to say that he would crush Jia Zheng. Jia Zheng is a veteran person, and his Confucian cultivation may be poor, but he doesn't dare to take it big when it comes to the number of books he reads and his views on poetry.

Jia Zheng is a fox demon, cultivating a humanistic position, and he has to talk about the books he has read and the truths he has read, I am afraid that he will have more than him.

Even, there are more than several times more.

He shook his head and said humbly: "Brother Cun Zhou is too famous. "Jia Zhengzi is stored for a week.

"Where is the reputation? It is the virtuous brother who is too humble. Jia Zheng politely said a few times, straightened his face, and asked Baoyu, Jia Huan, and Jia Lan to stand in a row, and the rest of the people, except for Aunt Xue who was watching from the side, all pushed to the side.

Sichun immediately understood: today's examination school is said to be an examination school in the house, but it is actually a matter of these three people. They looked at Jia Rong, who was ignored, and saw that Jia Rong pushed Qin Keqing away, and a pair of peach blossom eyes looked at the maids, laughing freely, and didn't care at all.

He Jia Rong likes to fight cocks and walk dogs, if he wants to say anything else, he can only flirt with the maid girl, and he doesn't care about this. Jia Rong unconsciously looked at Grace Yuanchun, her eyelids twitched, she glanced at Baoyu secretly, and hurriedly lowered her head.

[Baoyu is not as good as before, that is Baoyu's own sister. 】

Thinking of this, Jia Rong couldn't wait to pick out her eyeballs. He likes the kind that is older, tasteful and beautiful, and Jia Yuanchun is all satisfied. But Jia Yuanchun is a female official in the palace, and she is not easy to provoke, and with Jia Baoyu, her own brother, I am afraid that it is even more difficult to provoke than Jia Zheng.

provoked Jia Zheng, at most found Jia Jing, beat him dozens of boards, and added a claustrophobic person who was not allowed to go out was the sky, and provoked Second Uncle Bao...... He just heard about it, and Second Uncle Bao scolded him.

If you have the courage to scold someone outside the house, you don't mind beating him half to death in three days. He is older, but in terms of seniority, Baoyu is his uncle, and even if he is killed, it is a family matter.

Let alone...... Jia Rong doesn't feel good in her heart, our ancestors are most biased towards Baoyu.

Over there, Jia Zhenghu made a face, and habitually wanted to scold Baoyu and let Baoyu kneel, but at this time, Baoyu's dark eyes looked at him, and he was a little more subtle and introverted than his ignorant eyes before, which reminded him of "Remembering Qin'e". He coughed and choked back the words 'son' and 'kneel'.

He was full of apologies, shook his head and said to Jia Yucun: "If you want to say that I am a wrongdoer, I am a little bully in the house, and even I scare him for three points." Brother Yucun, I want to say no to you here for my brother, and I hope to forgive you. ”

Jia Yucun shook his head and said: "The dispute between the literati concept has been going on for a long time, Baoyu is just concerned about the disaster victims, why is it wrong?" and then Wan Er smiled: "I think Baoyu has a clear mind and can be created." You can't become a big fat man by eating in one bite, although it is popular, it is also a folk slang that can be circulated. Remove the word "eat", a bite of no, phew, interesting! It really smacks my face, and makes me embarrassed. ”

"That's the generosity of the virtuous brother. ”

Jia Zheng saw Jia Yucun's eyes full of love when he saw Baoyu, and he was secretly happy in his heart.

He warned Baoyu: "It's just a limerick, the rural slang is a low-rate nine-rate, and you can't do it again in the future." You wait, step aside. Brother Lan, you are the youngest, and you are a junior, but in my opinion, well, before, yes, it was before, when you had the best knowledge. If you chant a poem, take the cold winter and snow day as the theme, make your own mind, and chant a poem at will. ”

Jia Lan wrinkled her little face, bent down after looking at Baoyu and said, "Master, the second uncle is my master who learns calligraphy, and the master has no masterpieces in front of him, so Lan'er doesn't dare to groan." ”

Li Kun told him that he should be on par with Baoyu in everything, and he would rather not do things than be earlier than Baoyu.

He saw Baoyu take a step back, as if he was going to hide in the shadow of the pillars, and he also took a step back, relying on the small man and the small man, and stuffed himself into Baoyu's shadow. Baoyu touched his little head with his backhand, and an inexplicable smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

He retreated, it was because Jia Zheng had a terrible idea, and what did Lan Ge'er follow?

He said that he didn't care, he had to read the words I scolded him again, and he had to point out the words 'vulgar' and 'slang', so that Jia Zheng remembered that what I did in Xiangxianglou was just limericks and vernacular slang. 】

[Praise and deprecation, but the smile does not fall from my face, if I don't have prejudices first, I'm afraid I will think that this guy likes me and wants to promote me. It's going to be a good student to deal with this time, I'll see Jia Zheng...... Oh my God, he called the three of us out, wouldn't he be asking Jia Yucun to accept disciples, right?]

I thought it was an examination school in the house, including Jia Yuanchun, Jia Yingchun, Jia Tanchun, Jia Xichun, and even Lin Daiyu and Xue Baocai, but now the three of them are specially called out, all of them are men, and they have a rhythm of accepting disciples.

For Jia Yucun, Baoyu doesn't mind speculating with the worst thoughts. He secretly complained to himself, begging God to worship Buddha, hoping that Jia Zheng would not have the meaning he guessed.

If so, push him into the precipice.

Jia Zheng looked at Baoyu, and Baoyu immediately put on a tangled little face, "Master, I have written a lot of poems in recent days, and my head hurts." Don't say that I don't have enough accumulation, even if it's a great talent like Jia Sanjia and Uncle Jia Shi, it's not good to compose poems and lyrics so continuously, right?"

[I'm just a formality, a formality, don't look for me......] Baoyu thought in his heart.

"But I forgot, left and right, get a pen and paper. ”

Jia Zheng shook his head and smiled bitterly, he was shocked by Baoyu a few times, and suddenly felt that the juniors were famous. Lack of talent, can't write, this is not even a pen and paper preparation.

He asked Jiang Liu'er to take the bamboo paper, and handed a pen in front of him. When I looked up, it was Jia Dairu who took the plain silver quill for his own use, which was worth a thousand taels of silver, and could write all the famous chapters and some of the Xuanhe chapters.

Jia Zheng smiled: "Old master, I'm confused, why are you confused?"

Jia Dairu took out a ten-button paper worth 80 taels of silver, glanced at Baoyu deeply, and said, "If you want to say that Xiao Lao'er is confused, this is not confused." Master, you have the good of the second master, you can't take it all, the little old man has been in the business for the house for eighty-nine years, there should always be a little opportunity. ”

This is a poem begging for Baoyu, not to mention that it must be there, but if there is a fluke this time, I hope to give it to him.

Jia Zheng looked at Baoyu and saw Baoyu nodding, happy to be a favor.

He is not generous, but Baoyu has said it, not for the time being, Baoyu is not generous, he has made up his mind, today, he is a formality. Well, soy sauce guest.

Jia Zheng handed the ten buttons of paper and plain silver quill to Baoyu, and Jiang Liu'er took the ordinary pen, ink, paper, and inkstone and gave them to Jia Lan and Jia Huan. Jia Lan frowned and pondered the poems, while still looking at Baoyu, his eyes were full of envy.

"Mother is right, Second Uncle Bao is really powerful, he uses a gold pen and ten buttons of paper. He muttered.

There was a cold snort from the side, and when he turned his head, Jia Huan looked at him with a cold face, as if he was angry with him. He was startled and asked, "Uncle Huan, Lan'er made you angry?"

"I'm not mad at you, it's just infuriating to give me this. ”

Jia Huan's chest rose and fell sharply. It is said that the poetry examination school in the house is nothing more than a lyrical scene, he has prepared a few good poems, just to show his face in front of Jia Zheng, but at this time he was so angry that he didn't want to write any of the previous poems.

The pen is like a flowing cloud, a word, but it is a fleeting effort.

Jia Huan saw that Baoyu hadn't started writing yet, and Jia Lan didn't move, with a smile on his eyebrows, he snapped, and put the pen on the shelf.

There is no vision of heaven and earth, but looking at his demeanor, he is also satisfied.

Jia Zheng still looked at Baoyu, and when he saw Baoyu spread out his hand, he signaled no, so he sighed and picked up Jia Huan's to see. At first glance, I didn't care, but as my brows sometimes tightened, sometimes relaxed, there was a smile on my face, but there was a slight anger.

He groaned steadily: "The ice bed of the snow room is closed deeply, and the silk clothes should be woven with smiles;

No one sees the tears in the rain, and the fragrance under the moon only smells itself.

Grow in the eyes, far away from the soul,

The jade man who endures the east and faints?

The corner fell into the clouds, and did not enter the spring breeze Hualiu Village. ”

"No one sees the tears in the rain, and the fragrance under the moon only smells itself! Is this a lyrical scene? Or is it a scene written with love? These two sentences alone make people seem to see the sad woman in front of them, which is a realistic picture!"

Jia Zheng praised a few times, frowned again, and said: "It's just that the whole text is over, and there is too much fat powder." Huan'er, you wrote this word well, spread it, and it should be able to become famous. It's just, why don't you write with talent?"

Jia Huan said proudly: "The child wants to write with talent, but he has only estimated it, and he should be only two feet nine inches tall." There is not enough paper, there is not enough pen, and the ink is also poor to write. ”

As he spoke, he looked at the ten-button paper and plain silver quill in Baoyu's hand, and his face was quite envious.

There was also a flash of jealousy and viciousness.

Baoyu looked at him deeply and pushed over the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. No one saw the tears in the rain, and the fragrance under the moon only smelled himself? Good sentence, really good sentence, made him feel sorry for Jia Huan.

Jia Zheng is in the fog in the mountains, he is in the bureau, and he can't see what Jia Huan thinks and writes, but Baoyu sees it clearly and knows the pain.

Once upon a time, I didn't meet in the 21st century, only to see those proud sons of heaven being sought after, and I was left out in the cold, don't you feel the same?

Jia Huan suffered even more, that Jia Zheng, after all, was his biological father.

No one can see the tears in the rain, Jia Zheng's pain is invisible, and the fragrance under the moon can only be smelled by himself, and Jia Zheng can't see Jia Huan's excellence. Even if he praised two sentences today, when he saw Baoyu pushing the paper, he still had a tiger face and asked Baoyu to write poems quickly.

His attention and expectations for Baoyu are far above Jia Huan.

"Good words! Good sentences! Sure enough, he is a beautiful mountain and full of talents!" Jia Yucun laughed loudly, and his face was full of praise for Jia Huan.

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