Baoyu went in and saw the girls going out around the attacker, and then when he turned around, he saw two people holding an old lady with frosty sideburns to greet him, and he knew that it was his grandmother. He was still thinking about how to deal with it, but he was already hugged into Jia's arms, and his heart and liver cried.

And those who were waiting at the bottom wept with them. Let's not talk about the little girl for the time being, Baoyu knows two people who hold Jia's mother, one is a golden mandarin duck who has a relationship, and the other is qualified, and she is also Jia's mother's intimate person, and she is called amber. Sure enough, she loved Jia's mother the most, and when she saw that Jia's mother had been crying for a long time, she opened her mouth to interrupt.

"Second Master Bao is the heart of the ancestor, it's just a matter of blocking others, the ancestor went in person, and you also let the attacker block it a few times. ”

Clever and transparent.

Baoyu secretly praised in her heart, worthy of being a first-class maid and a caring person of Jia's mother. This sentence stopped Jia's mother's crying, and openly and secretly picked up the wrongs of the attacker, and flattered him Bao Erye.

He was hugged by Jia's mother, and a big stone in his heart was also put down. Since I didn't see that Baoyu had changed people, even if the saddest level was over, as long as the words were practiced well, no one would be able to say two, five or six.

He said the calculated words: "No wonder I attacked people, I was cured from my illness and my mind was clear, this didn't sense Wenshan, and I was busy working harder, right?"

Mother Jia complained: "What is it worth? It is necessary to take good care of your illness, this body is ...... bones" pinched Suo Baoyu's body up and down, scaring Baoyu into a cold sweat.

"Look, it's not good yet, isn't it? Mother Jia's face was full of distress, and Baoyu's heart was up. He sat down with Jia's mother, and listened to Jia's mother continue to chatter: "If you are studying, you can also put it down for the time being." You just said that you sensed Wenshan, and Zheng'er was sure to be happy when she heard it, but my old lady didn't like it.

It is the right thing to take care of your illness and let your body and bones heal. The great foundation of our Jiafu is not for you to support, I am old and old, and I can still use it when I can use it. ”

Baoyu thought about what Xiao Baoyu would do, and was vague in the end. There are also two graceful and elegant middle-aged women in the back, who know that they are the biological mother, Mrs. Wang, and the eldest aunt, Mrs. Xing. It's not hard to tell. Mrs. Xing's eyes were full of love when she looked at him, but when Mother Jia couldn't see it, there was a ruthlessness in her roots, and it was really ruthless to cramp, peel him, and crush him into foam.

He accompanied him carefully, got close to Mrs. Wang, and saw Mrs. Xing again, and happened to hear someone outside replying: "Miss Lin has arrived." ”

A person came in outside the door, and Baoyu was amazed at first glance. Mrs. Wang tugged at him, and then she came back to her senses and stepped forward to make a move.

When I sat down, I lost my mind, so I could turn my mind around. He glanced at Lin Daiyu again, and thought to himself that he was worthy of being an upside-down being. The two bends seem to be frowning and not frowning, a pair of eyes that seem to be happy but not happy; the state is full of sorrow, and the disease of the coquettish body; the tears are dotted, and the delicate panting is slight; the quiet is like a beautiful flower shining on the water, and the action is like a weak willow supporting the wind; the heart is more than dry, and the illness is like Xizi winning three points. That's right!

If you want to say that Qingwen is a beauty with more than 95 points, Lin Daiyu is 100 points, 1,000 points, 10,000 points!

Lin Daiyu met Jia's mother and the two ladies, and sat on the Lady's Day for him, just bent her knees and folded her hands sideways, which made his head flutter as if he had lost his soul. Baoyu took a deep breath and put her eyes on the picture scroll hanging on one wall, and then she made up her mind.

If you look at it again, you don't need others to say it, he himself will shake out the bottom like a floating soul.

Lin Daiyu looked at him and only looked at the paintings, and when she first arrived, she was always concerned about every step of the way, and she was even more concerned in her heart. [Didn't I do something wrong and don't please Baoyu?] A pair of wonderful eyes couldn't help but look at it again and again.

[Lin Daiyu is like me, only eleven years old, how can she be like this?] Baoyu complained in her heart, it happened that four grandmothers and seven or eight maids, surrounded by four sisters, came in. Baoyu glanced at it and felt even more bitter in her heart, who is this with whom?

In the original book, it was supposed to be the three sisters who came in. Jia Yuanchun entered the palace to be a female historian, and it is said that he is not in the house. The three sisters were not born to the same mother as him, so it was over if he didn't see it, but Jia Yuanchun was his own sister, and it was strange not to say hello.

Baoyu peeked at it: the first one had a graceful face, extremely beautiful appearance, and was so beautiful that people were close to him; the second had slightly plump skin and a medium figure, and his appearance was quite similar to the first, and he looked gentle and close; the third had shaved shoulders and a thin waist, a long figure, handsome eyes and eyebrows, and forgot to see it; the fourth had not yet grown and was not enough.

The four-person hairpin ring skirt is all the same makeup.

Seeing the four sisters getting closer and closer, Baoyu's heart was more bitter than Coptis chinensis. He can see that Jia Mu and Mrs. Wang, these two are the ones who love Xiaobaoyu the most in his heart. The more he loves, the more miserable he will die if he is exposed.

When she got closer, Baoyu had a flash of inspiration and said with a smile: "Sister Xichun, come and sit here." He patted the stool next to him and smiled at the youngest.

Jia Xichun is the youngest, and among the four sisters, it is obvious that the fourth has not yet grown.

Loving the young sister is the right principle of heaven and earth, this interruption made everyone laugh, and the closeness was free of red tape, and they sat down and laughed and talked. Baoyu pretended to look at the paintings, listened to them in his ears, and after a while, he figured out his identity.

Sure enough, in order of age, the first one is his own sister.

Jia Yuanchun looked at him and only looked at the painting, and said with a smile: "This 'distant mountain map' was made by the teacher in our Fushang Yixue, on behalf of Mr. Confucian, but his proud work is enough to be famous for a while." ”

Said and laughed: "The 'mountaineering and scenery' of the Bisha Cabinet is also a masterpiece, and it can be famous for a while when it spreads more fame, but the sycophant literati have bad intentions and want to borrow the hands of our ancestors to make it more famous, but it was put in the Bisha Cabinet to watch and play." Further, that's not to even think about it. ”

Baoyu nodded. This painting, like the poetry strategy, is also divided into five levels: famous, Xuanhe, ten cities, famous all over the world, and handed down to the world.

Jia Dairu is just a talent, and he was surprised by his famous paintings, and he was even more pitiful to that sycophant literati, stealing chickens and rice.

Only then did he take a closer look at the painting, and saw that the fields in the painting were endless, the distant mountains were wrapped in the sunset, and the birds were drifting away with the wind. The atmosphere is vivid, and the mountains and wilderness are vast.

I couldn't help but sigh. The literati here are really amazing, and this is the case with the rhyme alone. Modern paintings have made some old scientific truths, what light, color, all kinds of contrasts, but which one can paint the vivid charm as if the painting is flowing out of the paper?

Jia Mu touched his forehead: "Didn't you burn your brain?

Baoyu was taken aback and explained: "Recently, when I felt Wenshan, all I thought about was poetry. ”

"That's poetry? Jia Mu was interested.

The sisters all laughed, and Jia Yuanchun joked: "Ancestor, poetry and articles are the ambition of literati, and the convention must be colorful. You old man can't let Baoyu write in vain. ”

She feels sorry for Baoyu, when she is old, she will marry sooner or later. Baoyu is stubborn on weekdays, and the elder sister can still take care of one or two here, and when she gets married, she will spill out the water, who can take care of it?

Baoyu smiled at her. is worthy of being a sister, it will hurt people.

Jia Mu smiled and continued: "If the poem is well written, I naturally want to appreciate it." ”

Everyone present echoed and laughed: "Baoyu's poems are naturally good, and the ancestors' colorful heads can't be thin." Baoyu has just recovered from a serious illness, which is just to add a celebration. ”

"Baoyu, this time you have to show your real skills, and you have to do better than before. Make a name for the ancestor to have a long face. ”

"Don't embarrass him, if it's really famous, I'm reluctant to be a sister. ”

Jia Mu smiled warmly, very satisfied with such a harmonious scene.

Everyone laughed. Famous poems are as big as a scholar, and they are not just casually written.

Baoyu looked at the painting, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that it was meaningful, he looked at this painting and occasionally felt that there was really a poem, not to prevaricate Jia's mother. The sensing of Wenshan that I said before is really nonsense.

Induction Wenshan is to step into the side of the literati, that is, to light the simmer, how can it be so simple?

Seeing that he didn't reply for a long time, Mrs. Xing knocked on the side and said, "It's a good thing, don't disturb the interest of the ancestors." Baoyu, it has to be a good one. ”

Mrs. Wang coughed twice, she was sick and painful, she was dull and conservative on weekdays, but if she provoked Baoyu, she didn't mind taking out her previous temperament and playing tricks. Let outsiders know that it is powerful.

Jia Mu then smiled: "Are you ready, don't worry, think slowly." ”

"It's been done for a long time, and listen. ”

Writing poetry is such a thing, Xiao Baoyu is not afraid, and he is even more afraid of this Baoyu. I stood up at the moment and had a poem in my head.

A seven-word essay passed through my mind, word by word. He secretly laughed at himself and remembered that he suddenly felt a shock all over his body, as if he was out of his body. The eyes were pitch black, and even the whites of the eyes were black, as if they were full of deep pools of heaven and earth spiritual energy essence.

Jia Yuanchun, Jia Tanchun, Jia Yingchun waited for him to recite poems, and their breath was held when they saw him like this; Jia Xichun was taken care of by him when he came, and his eyes were dark when he looked sideways, and he was even more nervous that he couldn't speak, and his little hands shook continuously, signaling everyone to keep quiet.

Mrs. Xing sat opposite him, the golden phoenix hairpin above her head trembled suddenly, and hurriedly said, "I was really anxious just now, Baoyu is not strange." As he said that, he was about to stand up, and accidentally knocked over the tea cup on the table.

Syllable!

The sound is crisp.

Baoyu came back to his senses and glared at Mrs. Xing.

Lin Daiyu glanced at Mrs. Xing deeply, and when she looked at Baoyu again, her face was full of pity.

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