"You want to?"

Jia Yucun waved the folding fan and raised a gust of wind and said, "There is a humanistic meeting today." Lin Juren, Chen Sanjia, Zhao Juren, Qian Sanjia...... In addition to the teacher, there were also seven lifters present. At the same time, the seven people thought that Baoyu was good and evil, and under the suppression of the literary position, he was a student, and he could not light the fire for at least three months. ”

Lin Xiuzhu exclaimed: "You are going to mistake him for the big test!"

...

For example, Lin Xiuzhu has never seen it.

His circle is already very wide, and ordinary students are not eye-catching, even ordinary talents, and they are not qualified to let him write poems and lyrics. He was five years old and held aloft 9981 simmers, and it has been six years now. Six years have allowed him to accumulate deeply, and if he starts a poetry club, everyone who arrives will be the first talent.

He was proud, proud, and then turned into a heritage in time, buried deep and hidden. Because compared to his teacher, his pride is really nothing.

It's like now—the Humanities Meeting.

The location is the grass house of Jiayu Village, the radius is not more than ten zhang, the peripheral bamboo fence is sparse, the simple door is separated by three or five meters, there is a small river, the river water is clear.

At this time, the sky was cloudy and misty, and it turned into a person on the ground.

The man was dressed in a blue robe, with a crown half a foot high, bound with a narrow strip of navy blue brocade, which seemed to be perfunctory, and many strands of hair were tied out and fluttered in the wind.

"Jia Sanjia, Lin came in a hurry, how do you know that you were even more hasty. It's just that I'm just a like me, the top three money, but I like to put on a tight show. ”

Lin Juren laughed heartily, glanced at it, and said casually: "There are more than ten acres of square houses, and there are eight or nine thatched houses." The elm willow shades the back eaves, and the peach and plum Luo Hall are in front of the hall. ”

Lin Xiuzhu's eyes widened. This is lifting people, and it is an export chapter!

He heard that these were two sentences in "Returning to the Garden and Pastoral Home", which were a group of poems by the ancestor Tao Yuanming. "Returning to the Garden and Pastoral Home" is divided into five songs, which are the two most famous sentences in one of them. In unpretentious language, it depicts a quiet and pure world without ornamentation, which makes people listen to it and can't help but be fascinated.

And at this time, he is really in the middle of it.

I saw Lin Juren smiling and groaning, and four stars shone out from his forehead, Baihui and eyes. The strong talent came out of the courage, causing the righteousness of heaven and earth to roll down like a cloud, fall to the ground, and instantly turn into a mountain and a wild family.

There are eight or nine similar thatched huts next to the grass huts in Jiayu Village. Around the house, there are more than 10 acres of fields, the back eaves of the house are shaded by elm and willow trees, and the peach and plum trees that compete for spring are lined up in front of the courtyard. If it weren't for the cold wind, it almost made him think that it was the beginning of spring.

[Export chapter, this is export chapter, almost can be fake and true. Lin Xiuzhu looked around enviously, and then lowered his head, feeling lost in his heart.

Jia Yucun said, 'There are seven people who think that Baoyu is good and evil', and the word 'seven' is really remarkable.

He heard Jia Yucun say that the list of people to come, no more, no less, exactly seven. So, in other words, although Jia Yucun was about to miss Baoyu's big exam, in fact, in his heart, he didn't think that Baoyu was wrong.

[Jia Baoyu, why are you ...... Can I still be recognized by my mentor than me?]

Lin Xiuzhu lowered his eyelids, hiding the unhappiness in his heart.

Jia Yucun and Lin Juren saw each other, and Haosheng praised Lin Juren's talent manifestation, as if he inadvertently skimmed Lin Xiuzhu and shook his head slightly.

Lin Xiuzhu is very good, he is a worthy one, but compared with Jia Baoyu, it is a lot worse.

He knew his beloved disciples. Lin Xiuzhu studied hard and had a bright mind, but there was one thing that was not good, that is, he relied too much on him.

This disciple just wanted to catch up with him in everything, and he followed him, following him and following him the path he had walked. If Jia Baoyu is a wild Jiao circling the mountains and forests, raising his claws and teeth, and fighting with the sky and the earth, then this disciple of his own, although he is also a formed dragon, is following behind him, waiting for the scales and claws to stir up the wind and rain...... Family Dragon.

Domesticated and wild animals, who is strong and who is weak, do not ask themselves.

Jia Yucun welcomed Lin Juren to take a seat, and at the same time thought about Lin Xiuzhu's growth. After thinking about it, he still sighed - if Lin Xiuzhu could be more powerful, he wouldn't have to hold this cultural meeting.

Baoyu has not moved for many days, and it will be a shocking stone at every turn. He was afraid that Lin Xiuzhu would not be able to bear it.

Yan Yan laughed here, and another person fell in the sky, and without waiting for everyone to speak, he smiled to himself: "Isn't it a pity that there is a spring scene but no spring warmth? ”

After that, he took a sip of the fragrance of peach and plum flowers, and said: "The sunflower in the green garden, the morning dew waits for the sun." Yangchun Budeze, all things are brilliant. ”

Winter goes to spring, and everything warms up. Lin Xiuzhu was shocked again, and the origin of the two lines of poetry flashed in his heart, it was Han Yuefu, "Long Song Xing".

In just two sentences, the season of eight or nine grasslands and more than ten acres of fields has been changed, which is really terrifying. He tried to squeeze his breath evenly, thinking that everyone had such power, and his own teacher also had it, or even stronger. can't be rare and strange, and lose face as a teacher.

His face gradually calmed down, but he saw a person in the sky, and before he fell, a psalm came.

"The grass on the banks of the green river, the willows in the lush garden. Yingying upstairs girl, bright as the window. Jia Sanjia, fellow students, my Qian likes women the most, don't you lose the good spring when you have a beautiful view?"

Lin Xiuzhu had nothing to say. If the previous two people were just four guts and five guts, they were a little worse than Jia Yu Village, but this time it was Qian Sanjia, the top three people of the older generation, no weaker than Jia Yu Village.

He saw that there were more delicate wooden buildings next to the thatched huts, and the attic terraces were like substance. The small window reveals the woman's head, with ice muscles, jade bones, and nephrite jade warm fragrance, and it is impossible to distinguish the real from the fake. He knew that it was all fake, but he also knew that before everyone left, even if he went up and touched it, it was the same as the real thing.

He served with care and did not dare to say much.

Jia Yucun greeted Qian Sanjia, and after a while, a few more people came. Or ride the clouds, or ride the crane, or turn into the wind, or follow the smoke. When the people were polite and the meeting was held, the sky was full of stars, and the eyes were full of neon colors, which shook Lin Xiuzhu's eyes and shook Lin Xiuzhu's liver.

The wine has passed three rounds, and the tea has passed five flavors. Lin Juren laughed heartily and instigated Jia Yucun to have a sword dance. Jia Yucun moved the world with "Sword Yin", saying that it is poetry, but it is better to say that he is a dancer in the sword. The gentleman dances the sword, and the power is incomparable.

Jia Yucun responded on the spot, which made Lin Juren a little surprised. In terms of identity and paper name, he is much worse than Jia Yucun, and what he said earlier is naturally arrogance. looked left and right, noticed the prodigy's own family, and said with a smile: "This is the famous Zhongdu, the bamboo prodigy who is not the same as good and evil?"

Jia Yucun collected the sword and stood, accompanied by the sword momentum, the pastoral grass house and wine and beauties created by all the people turned into a wisp of green smoke. He asked Lin Xiuzhu to serve tea in turn, and said with a smile: "The bad guy doesn't have much ability, he just keeps his heart and morality, and he can do it." ”

Qian Sanjia noticed it and exclaimed: "In this way, Jia Sanjia recognizes the rumors in Zhongdu?"

Generally speaking, Juren will not participate in the dispute between the literary names of students and talents. With their academic position, if they feel that any student or talent has a bad temperament and is unbearable, it will bring devastating consequences to the person concerned.

But at this time, Jia Sanjia of Jia Yucun, who has always been gentle and elegant, and is not stuck in things, actually recognized his disciple's criticism of others? If this is the case, then what kind of pickled thing will Jia Baoyu be?

Jia Yucun nodded slightly, shook his head slightly, and just untied the gentleman's sword and handed it to Lin Xiuzhu.

He who wields a gentleman's sword is a gentleman.

Although it is a golden sword, it has a thousand weights.

Qian Sanjia was jealous and hateful, squinted his eyes and sneered: "In this way, that Guogong Jiafu really has a thing that does not distinguish between good and evil!"

The other six raised their heads, pondered for a moment, and nodded slightly.

Jia Sanjia of Jia Yucun, the gentleman's "Sword Yin" is known to the world, and it will definitely not be unreasonable.

...

On the north side of Jia's mother house are five large upper rooms, and on the east side of the top is the large shadow wall of pink oil, next to Li Kun's room. The distance is not far, but it is a pity that the gate of Jia's mother house is open on the south side, called the Hanging Flower Gate, he wants to find Li Kun's sister-in-law, he has to go to the south first, and then turn to the northeast, at least three miles away.

Li Kun let people spread the word that he wanted to see him, but he was inconvenient and couldn't come to visit. Baoyu thought about it, so she simply went over by herself to see what kind of tricks she played.

Mingyan followed behind him, swaggering, at a young age, he already had a bit of prestige in Jiafu. Recently, Baoyu's reputation has been corrupted, and he has become more 'majestic'.

Learning from Qingwen, glaring at and scaring away a few waves of broken mouths, she asked Baoyu for credit: "Master, don't care what the house says." Those maids and servants don't have much to do on weekdays, and they just think about the mouths of many masters. If you don't like it, I'll beat them up, and that's for nothing. ”

Baoyu knocked on him, and when he turned to the east, there was a big shadow wall.

From "The History of the Great Zhou Dynasty", Baoyu knows the role of the shadow wall. The old people thought that their homes were constantly visited by ghosts. If it is the soul of one's own ancestors, it is allowed to go home, but if it is a lonely ghost who sneaks into the house, it will bring disaster to oneself. Jiafu is full of fox demons, not afraid of ghosts, but also in accordance with customs, made this pink oil big shadow wall.

It was supposed to be facing the door, but I didn't think it was pretty, so I simply did it inside. The four sides of the pattern flowers, the middle is colorful, as if a hundred flowers are clustered, and it is beautiful. To say that usually, Baoyu glanced at it at most, but this time it was different, his eyes swept over, and he suddenly couldn't move away.

I saw one of the white lilies, which seemed to be more angry, the petals swaggered, and a few points of dew reflected the cold sun in the deep winter, which was more lively. In this cold winter, let alone dew, even a basin of water will freeze, and the appearance of this really makes him strange.

"What's going on?" Baoyu held out his hand.

Just as his fingers touched the dew, the lily petals suddenly closed. He retracted his hand, and there was a pink figure hanging from his finger. The villain is dressed in clothes made of flower petals, fluffy, and very cute.

Baoyu looked closer and found that it was a little girl with half a finger, beautiful in appearance, eating and smiling.

"Boom, boom....." The little girl licked his hand and screamed. Circling around for a while, she took out a petal bigger than her from the big pink shadow wall and lay on Baoyu's bun.

[It turned out to be a flower picker, it should be the one of Li Kun's sister-in-law. Baoyu teased her with her fingers.

There is a record in "The History of the Great Zhou Dynasty": The flower picker rides a bee and dances, teases butterflies and flies, is not as tall as a finger, looks beautiful, and is good at raising potpourri dew.

The white jade dew that Li Kun gave him was the baby of the flower picker.