Jia Zheng carefully admonished two more sentences, and the school examination was over.

Aunt Xue pulled Baoyu, and Jia Yuanchun was so hot for a while that she was going to let people go. She said that she recently lived in Mrs. Wang's house, and Xue Pan and Xue Baochai lived in the small main house in the east corridor and were not with her. She remembered in her heart and asked Baoyu to go over there more and see Baochai.

That's right, it's to look at 'Baochai', there is nothing to do with Xue Pan.

Baoyu can almost feel the burning eyes on the back of his head - Lin Daiyu is gentle, and he has not blushed with her since he entered the mansion, but he thinks: This is Daiyu seeing him as sensible, talented, atmospheric, and easy to get along with. If Xiao Baoyu had been replaced, he would have choked people with cold words a long time ago.

And now, he seems to be a little, ignorant?

Xue Baochai called Brother Bao in his mouth, and he was very affectionate; Xue Pan also wanted to stay alone, and wanted to follow Baoyu as a businessman, and by the way, Baoyu "owed" him three poems; fortunately, Aunt Xue had eyesight and felt that Baoyu had something to do, so she took the two of them away.

Jia Zheng dismissed Sichun, Lin Daiyu, Jia Rong and others, and asked Jia Huan to pay homage to his teacher, which was nothing more than taking Jia Yucun around, talking, and contacting feelings. When Jia Yucun went out, he smiled and said, "Baoyu, this "Cicada", do you want to go back to the room and write it slowly, or do you want to transcribe it for your father?"

Baoyu pouted, this Jia Zheng treated him much better, and he didn't have a lot of shame.

Shaking his head, he said with a smile: "The master knows that I am not talented enough, if I go back to the room to write, it will not take two or three days, so it is better to write here." ”

"Good boy!" Jia Zheng began to study ink.

"Master!" Baoyu said suddenly: "I said that I wrote here, and that was a promise to the master." The old master has been dedicated to the house for three generations, and he himself has been in the house for eighty-nine years, thinking about the good of the house all the time. I agreed to him, so naturally I asked him to write. ”

Jia Zheng was dumbfounded and stared at Baoyu.

Jia Dairu's old face turned red, and he was so excited that the scarf that tied his hair was puffed up, and every pale strand of hair emitted a slight white smoke. He waved his hand again and again, wanting to say something, but when the kind words came to his mouth, he was reluctant to say anything.

Give it to him? Really give it to him! Jia Dairu had tears in his eyes, and he almost burst into tears.

Three generations of hard work, what is it worth? Decades of worship, what is it worth? Bao Er Ye is specially kind to him, and I want to thank him for his friendship.

And Jia Zheng continued to be dumbfounded.

Baoyu patted his head and said with a smile: "I just remembered that Master, you have a picture of distant mountains, which was given to the ancestors. At that time, I was about to write a poem, but I was accidentally interrupted, and I still haven't been able to get out of it, and naturally I haven't been able to put it on paper. Old Master, since that poem was written for "Distant Mountains", I will also give it to you, which can be regarded as a thank you for your decades of hard work for our house. ”

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...

Jia Yucun took Jia Huan out of the main gate of Rongxi Hall, whispering all the way, and suddenly heard a voice like a silver bell behind him shouting to stop, so he stopped and turned around.

He saw Lin Daiyu chasing after him, and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for a few days, you are much better." Seeing that your face is ruddy, you are not as haggard and self-pitying as before, and you are very happy for your teacher. ”

"Teacher, you laugh at others. Lin Daiyu asked Brother Parrot to leave first, and said angrily: "It's all to blame Brother Bao, I disliked my teacher for no reason, I apologize to you for him, he really didn't mean to scold you, and he didn't mean to contradict you today." ”

"Brother Bao, it's so kind. ”

Jia Yucun laughed, and seemed to inadvertently raise the white man, and the corner of the dalu just blocked Jia Huan's suddenly shining eyes. He said magnanimously: "Baoyu's talent is much more clever than when I was younger, how can I blame him? As for the matter of Xianglou, the literati have different ideas, and it is normal for there to be some disputes, not to mention that Baoyu cares about the victims...... I just want to blame, and there is no reason to blame it. ”

"Really?"

"Nature is true. ”

Jia Yucun's smile has always been gentle, and seeing Daiyu added a touch of spoiling. When people see it, they feel that this person must be a humble gentleman.

He touched the top of Xiao Daiyu's head, looked like a kind teacher, and said with a smile: "What about you, you just think too much and worry too much, this is not as good as Baoyu." You have a daughter's family, you still have less distractions, just take care of your own body. It's like now, it's freezing cold, why don't you go back to your house soon? I heard that Jia Baoyu got something called a fire kang, but it was very warm. ”

Lin Daiyu's eyes lit up once under Liu Ye's eyebrows, "Then I asked someone to do it for you, can it be regarded as the filial piety of the disciple and Baoyu?"

"Thinking too much again!" Jia Yucun pretended to be angry and said: "It's cold, come back!"

Lin Daiyu is not afraid of this, Jia Yucun is her enlightenment teacher, and after studying for a year, she has never seen Jia Yucun angry. She stuffed Jia Yucun with a fan and walked away obediently.

"Teacher, this fan is an apology for me and Brother Bao. Laughter could be heard in the distance.

Jia Zheng shook his head, opened the folding fan and looked at it, and was very happy in his heart. This is a folding fan made of white bamboo, and the fan surface is also plain white juan noodles, and there are no words on it. He patted the white jade pendant on his waist, touched the white mantle on his body, and put the folding fan into the cuffs, and said with a smile: "This little girl, I still remember that I like plain and elegant white." It's okay, this folding fan, jade pendant, and big bow are the three treasures of my Jiayu Village. ”

The eunuchs of the Great Zhou Dynasty have always had the custom of hiding the three treasures. It doesn't have to be valuable, but each of them has a reason to be cherished. The finch gold fur that Jia's mother gave to Baoyu is one of the three treasures at the bottom of the box.

Jia Huan's face was cloudy, but he still couldn't hold back, and sneered: "It's just a folding fan, it's not worth a few taels of silver." ”

"You're thinking too much. Jia Yucun began his first teaching to his disciples, and said with a smile: "Things don't have to be expensive, just like them." You have to remember that some treasures are not priced by outsiders. ”

"But ......"

"But what, because the meaning of this folding fan is to apologize?" Jia Yucun patted Jia Huan's head, shook his head and said, "There is no meaning, you don't have to go to your heart." I know that if you want to win Baoyu, you want to fight for everything, you have to fight for everything, but you also have to pay attention to a rule.

For example, before, when you heard that Daiyu was my disciple, you had bad thoughts. It's not right, it's not right. ”

"What's wrong?" Jia Huan was unconvinced.

Jia Yucun narrowed his eyes, the smile was still on the corner of his mouth, and said softly: "You hate Baoyu, you hate Baoyu, you are so desperate to deal with him." I think Baoyu is sincere to you and wants to be good to you, but it's a pity, sister-in-law, there will always be one side that fails, you and Baoyu are naturally hostile, and it is difficult to get along. ”

Jia Huan was dismissive of the statement that 'Baoyu was good to him', and when he heard his sister-in-law's concubine, his delicate little face was grim.

"Please ask the teacher for advice. He bowed.

Jia Yucun said with a smile: "You don't have enough knowledge and not enough heart, I'll talk about these later." Just remember that the gentleman's layout, when the world is the plate, the heroic is the son, and you can't have many thoughts when you see Daiyu. ”

Jia Huan nodded ignorantly. He didn't understand Jia Yucun's words, and he didn't understand, why Jia Yucun could still smile so gently even though he had suffered Baoyu's loss?

Perhaps, this is a gentleman......

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In the Rongxi Hall, Baoyu retired first.

Jia Zheng is still sluggish, and even Jia Dairu is full of stupidity, not knowing what to do. After a long time, Jia Dairu worked hard to write and wrote two poems in an instant.

A five-character quatrain, a seven-character poem.

A song gushes into a spring, a full three feet six inches, and a song also gushes into a spring, only three feet three feet high, all of which are famous chapters. Jia Dairu looked at Jia Zheng, who was still sluggish, swallowed the talent that flew in, and with a wave of his hand, he took the poem into his arms.

He prevented the vision from happening and sneaked away.

Suddenly, I shuddered.

Jia Dairu raised his head to the sky and spewed out a gray turbidity, like a sharp sword, which simply knocked through the roof of Rongxi Hall. His whole body burned with blazing white righteousness, his forehead rippled and swayed, and a flame Wenshan more than ten zhang high came out, Wenshan's whole body was red, and there were orange flames on the edge, which was magnificent.

Two Dao of talent, which was about six inches long, slowly fell into the flames of Wenshan. As soon as it touched the flames, the entire Wen Mountain trembled violently, and the majestic peaks of more than ten zhang high suddenly erupted fiery magma from the center, dyeing the orange flames on the edge red.

Jia Dairu was stunned for a long time, opened his mouth, and spit out a puff of green smoke.

The wrinkled skin on the face seemed to be pulled, the furrows were a little lighter, the color of the skin also changed, it became moisturized, and the gray hair on the head was half blackened. At first glance, it looks a few years younger.

Jia Dairu looked up to the sky and laughed: "Old decay, I, old decay has never written a famous chapter!"

Yes, he didn't make a famous chapter, and naturally he didn't write it. But now there are two songs in a row, and the talent from the sky is what the talent generated by the well-known moving chapters is what it looks like.

Extremely pure!

He has accumulated nearly a hundred years, and the number of talents is comparable to that of ordinary lifters, but when it comes to quality, he is too far behind, so that it is difficult to go further if Wenshan is refined to more than ten zhang.

So much so that he couldn't condense his literary courage!

And now, two short six-foot talents have detonated his nearly 100-year accumulation. Let him laugh out loud, let him cry, make him suddenly feel-

Lifting the humanities, within reach!

Xiucai's literary longevity is one hundred and five, and the human life is three hundred, and at this time and here, when he thought that the remaining few years could only survive, he saw the hope of becoming a lifter, and saw that the 150-year longevity that was about to grow!

He lives and will continue to live.

Jia Dairu's pupils dilated, and he muttered, "The simmering fire has all turned red, and there is more potential for burning Wenshan." Ten years, no, within five years, will definitely be able to refine the prototype of literary courage and participate in the people's examination. ”

"With my knowledge and ability, not to mention the top three, there is no problem in the top ten. In other words, I will definitely become a lifter! I will definitely be able to enjoy 300 years of life!"

"Jia Yu Village, Jia Sanjia ......"

He suddenly laughed and yelled: "Jia Sanjia, you said that I don't have to go, and I can't afford to wade through this troubled water, but now it seems that I am qualified?"

"Jia Yucun, Jia Sanjia, the first person in gentleman's swordsmanship. You uttered four words in a row, saying that I was pitiful, a pity, a pity, a pity,

"It's worth it, it's worth it, it's worth it......"

Someone gently tapped his shoulder twice, Jia Dairu turned his head to look, saw Jia Zheng smiling at him, and quickly knelt on the ground, lying on his stomach and crying: "Master, I, Dai Ru is ashamed to receive the great favor of the second master of Bao, Dai Ru...... Dai Ru ......"

Tears are unspeakable.