Baoyu touched Jia Lan's little head and was shocked.

If you want to talk about character, Lan Ge'er abides by etiquette, which is obviously stronger than Jia Huan; if you want to talk about the heart, Jia Huan's poem is good, but it also shows that his temperament is distorted in the process of growing up, and his virtue is naturally not high. Jia Yucun doesn't love Jia Lan, but prefers Jia Huan, what is the reason?

He looked at Jia Yucun, his eyebrows and eyes were full of good thoughts, and his expression was quite approving, so he wanted to immediately send someone to fetch the futon fragrant tea, and let Jia Huan kneel and kowtow to the teacher.

Wait, apprentice?

Baoyu's eyes and eyebrows were upturned, and she suddenly felt ...... This poetry examination is really interesting.

[It can be determined that Jia Yucun has malicious intentions towards Jiafu and me. He also saw Jia Zheng's thoughts, and if he wanted to get close to Jia Zheng, he must not refuse sternly. At the very least, we have to accept one disciple from the three of us. 】

[Jia Lan can't, he listens to me, and just because I am his identity as a master who learns calligraphy, it is impossible to fight me to the death. It's even more impossible for me, I'm the son-in-law of Jiafu, and I will inherit the unification of Jiafu in the future, and if he wants to deal with Jiafu, he will be against me. 】

[Only Jia Huan is the most appropriate, but he has a good education, he has the ability, his literary name is his son-in-law, and his concubine can be Jackie Chan's drama, Jia Yucun must like it. ] Hey, that's interesting. 】

A witty smile appeared at the corner of Baoyu's mouth. Jia Zheng wanted Jia Yucun to accept apprentices, and he also saw it, and Jia Zheng wanted him to Baoyu to shine on the lintel, this candidate to be a disciple of Jia Yucun was naturally the most appropriate for him Baoyu. Unexpectedly, the first meeting between him and Jia Yucun, a hero, was to join forces.

It is impossible for him to apprentice, and it is impossible for Jia Yucun to accept him as an apprentice.

Imagine, in the future, Jia Yucun will deal with Jiafu, as Jiafu's sister-in-law, Baoyu will inevitably fight with him to the death. The battle of literati is the battle of literary names, and it is necessary to fight until one party is notorious before the killer can be killed. Otherwise, even if the name of the writer is outside, the name of the gentleman spreads all over the world, and wantonly killing another gentleman is a matter of discredit.

So it will be interesting for him and Jia Yucun to fight openly and secretly.

It would be even more interesting if he and Jia Yucun became masters and apprentices again. The master and apprentice compete with each other for literary names, just like jade and glass collide, attracting a group of bricks and rubble to applaud, the two sweep the floor together, disrepute together, and ...... together

Baoyu pouted, he didn't want to be that kind of stunned.

Naturally, Jia Yucun didn't want to.

Jia Yucun glanced at Baoyu, and when he saw Baoyu's expression change, the old oilman immediately guessed Baoyu's thoughts. He and Baoyu looked at each other and nodded to each other, feeling quite sympathetic to each other. With a touch of attention, they all look like 'I don't know anything, I didn't think of anything', and they each do their own thing.

Baoyu still shook his head, and no poems came out. In fact, he really wanted to put Jia Yucun in the army - if he made a poem at this time to overpower Jia Huan, Jia Zheng would inevitably push the boat down the river and ask Jia Yucun to accept him as a disciple. This is to make Jia Yu Village ugly.

But obviously, he will also be looked down upon by Jia Yucun.

And he was very suspicious that with Jia Yucun's deep and introverted heart and the gentleman's righteous literary name, he would probably agree to it neatly. In this way, he became a disciple of Jia Yucun, and Jia Yucun became his mentor, and if the two of them made plans in the future, they would definitely have all kinds of helplessness and obstruction, which was not a good thing for Jia Yucun.

Of course, it's not a good thing for him.

So he pushed out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, took a step back, held his hands, and was a quiet passerby.

Jia Huan took the pen and paper, grinded the fine spirit grease ink strips, and was about to start writing. This time it was written very slowly, although the poems below the name movement did not use much talent, and it could not be done in one go as just now.

Those present, whether it was Jia Yuanchun, Jia Yingchun, Jia Tanchun, Jia Xichun, or Lin Daiyu and Aunt Xue's family, were all towards Baoyu, although they saw that his pen was strong and the font was extremely upright, they refused to speak in admiration. They all knew Jia Huan's thoughts, and they were holding back their ruthlessness to overpower Baoyu.

And Jia Rong and Qin Keqing of Ningguo Mansion, they can't do it.

Jia Huan is still the same as before, and Baoyu is no longer the rich idler who has nothing to do. Looking at Jia Zheng's frowning, he was obviously very unhappy with Jia Huan's competition for favor.

Only Jia Yucun sighed and admired: "Look at this font, there is already a few shelves, even if the show is a big exam, there are seven or eight points to pass, if there is a famous teacher to point out, only calligraphy art, it will definitely be on the top list." ”

The so-called top list is the top ten of Xiucai, and the more he praises, the tighter Jia Zheng's eyebrows will wrinkle. He wants Baoyu to apprentice, not Jia Huan.

In this regard, Baoyu only wants to say three words: blind nonsense!

Don't look at Jia Yucun as a top three-class person, he really can't look down on it.

[If you are an apprentice, at least you need a three-yuan jinshi, and the top three are lifted...... It's a little worse. Baoyu stepped back and hid himself in the shadow of the pillars.

Over there, Jia Huan finished writing the words, raised his slightly immature little face, and the smooth ten-button paper gushed out of the blazing white talent, not up to the name, not to become a talent spirit spring, but also foggy and very good-looking. The brilliance of talent reflected his rather delicate face, and for a while, he was very proud.

"Not bad! Not bad! It's really two feet nine inches, and it's accurate. Jia Yucun praised twice and asked, "I like this article very much, would you like to give it to me?"

He is a top three-class person! Jia Huan smiled happily, and he also saw Jia Zheng's thoughts.

Jia Zheng glared at him, so frightened that he shrunk his neck. He is afraid of Jia Zheng, he is very afraid, to say that his son is afraid of his father, it is a matter of course, but in Jia Zheng's eyes, it is different, Jia Zheng thinks that a real literati must have a backbone and should not be afraid of anyone.

On the other hand, Jia Lan saw Jia Lan shrinking behind Baoyu, so he smiled and said, "Brother Lan, you, you are too pedantic." Although Baoyu is your master of learning words, you don't have to worry about etiquette like this. It's just a matter of writing poetry, how can there be any order?

That's it, I won't force you, since you don't want to write, then don't write. ”

Then he pointed to Baoyu and said to Jia Yucun: "Brother Xian, I don't hide it, I don't have anything to worry about my brother on weekdays, but it's difficult for the dog to let go." Don't look at him and he didn't make poems, but you also know about the Xianglou, and a few days ago, he really made a poem about Xuanhe. I want him to worship you as a teacher, can you?"

Straightforward, it's done!

Baoyu wanted to say: Nonsense!

If it weren't for the fact that he was a son of man, he really wanted to point at Jia Zheng's nose and scold him for being confused, but after thinking about it carefully, he was prejudiced against Jia Yucun, and only then did he find some clues, with Jia Yucun's knowledge, reputation, and even character, it was really difficult for others not to find a little fault.

Well, he forgave Jia Zheng......

Jia Yucun's perennial smile on the corner of his mouth, that graceful, gentle, and comfortable smile froze once, and then smiled: "Brother Cun Zhou said that I laughed, I don't have the ability to accept such a disciple." ”

With a pun, Baoyu heard it.

is also a pun, but for Jia Zheng, it is a bit of a fork in the road.

His face was gloomy, and he snorted coldly: "Brother Xian, you still blame the son for insulting you, otherwise, I will make him kneel down and admit his mistake, and you will forgive him." ”

Baoyu's eyes widened, do you want to be so stubborn?

Kneeling on the ground to admit his mistake? That is to say, he Baoyu scolded Jia Yucun in the marriage hall, and the reversed literary name was again smeared with stains.

Jia Yucun is just a top three, is it worth it?

But when I think about it, the top three people are almost Jinshi reserves, it is worth it, it is worth it! And listening to Daiyu, it seems that Jia Yucun is not an ordinary lifter, but also the first person in the gentleman's swordsmanship, and there are several songs of "Sword Yin", and the combat power is outstanding.

No wonder Jia Zheng cares so much, it's just ...... He really didn't want to.

When Jia Huan heard this, a pair of eyes almost burned out of flames. He hated Jia Zheng's partiality, hated Baoyu's monopoly of honor, and hated that no one spoke for him, but he didn't expect that he hadn't done anything for others except for burying his head in hard study. helped Aunt Zhao bully Jia Tanchun, and attracted a lot of resentment.

But he couldn't think of this, he just thought, it's not fair!

Jia Yucun glanced at him, shook his head slightly, nodded slightly, and then put his eyes on Baoyu's body. Baoyu knew what he meant, sighed, and stepped forward to speak.

"Master, I really have a poem that I wrote the day before yesterday, would you like to listen to it?"

Jia Zheng laughed proudly, he was willing to listen to Baoyu's poems, Jia Dairu was even more happy that his beard was cocked, he had been thinking about Baoyu's poems for a long time.

At this time, Baoyu groaned softly.