Jiafu, inside the Grand View Garden.

Xiangyun and Tanchun went to see Wang Xifeng and Ping'er, and then Xiangyun dragged Tanchun to Wuyuan.

In the Wuyuan Garden, Baochai greeted them with a smile, and it happened that she went home today, brought some fresh fruits from home, and asked the maid to wash them to taste.

"Hey, what a beautiful verse, Sister Bao, did you write this?"

Xiangyun grabbed Baochai's hand and spoke, and inadvertently glimpsed some poems on the case, and when he saw two sentences, he was shocked, and then took it, and the more he looked at it, the happier he became, and he actually read it:

"When do you spend time sitting down and giving a,

The red wall of Yinhan looks into the distance.

It seems that this star is not last night,

For whom the wind is exposed to stand in the middle of the night.

Lingering thoughts draw the cocoon,

Wan turned to the heart to peel the banana.

In the third and fifth years of the year, in the month of March,

Poor glass of wine never went away. ”

After reading it, Xiangyun gave the poem to Tanchun, who also came to see it, and then asked Baochai: "Sister Bao, is this what you wrote, it is really good, but, Sister Bao, where did you come from so much sorrow and write this?" ”

She pulled Baochai's arm and shook it, and Baochai reached out and pinched her nose: "Don't shake it, everyone is stunned by you." This poem was not written by me, but by Brother Bao. ”

As soon as she said this, Tanchun and Xiangyun, who had finished reading the poem, were stunned, and then Xiangyun asked, "Brother Bao wrote it?" How do we not know, when did he write it? ”

Tanchun thought more than Xiangyun, she smiled on her face, grabbed Xiangyun, and explained her doubts: "Hehehehe, this still needs to be asked, since it was written by the second brother, we don't know, Sister Dubao knows, it must be written by the second brother to Sister Bao alone, huh~?" ”

Tanchun gave Xiangyun a look that was very meaningful, and you still don't understand, and glanced at Baochai with bad intentions.

Xiangyun immediately understood, and also learned to explore the spring, and said with a smile: "What the third sister said is good, how can I see it, this is still a love poem...... Hee-hee-hee~"

As she spoke, the two little girls hugged each other and giggled.

Baochai didn't explain it to them clearly at the first time, and realized that they might be misunderstood. At this time, I was so teased by them, and while I was shy in my heart, I also thought about it. It's a pity that it wasn't written for her after all, so she naturally didn't feel so ashamed.

"You two just make trouble, but it's not for me."

She sat down slowly, and just said that, and sure enough, the laughter of the two of them was interrupted.

Xiangyun said: "It's not written for you, who is it written for?" ”

In order to dispel all their suspicions, Baochai said: "I went home today, and the manuscript I got from my brother was obtained from outside.

I heard him say that this was a random letter written by Brother Bao to a person outside, but it was taken by that person...... I took it to show off the bad place, and it happened that my brother was also there, so I had someone copy it back. ”

Bao Chai said, also recalling the scene when he went home in the afternoon.

Xue Pan came back from outside, his mouth was full of thoughts, big dissatisfaction and full of sourness.

He went to the Qianjin Pavilion in Shunde Fang at noon to see the Oiran coming out, and happened to meet someone wearing a robe with an inscription poem and swaggering into the Qianjin Pavilion.

You must know that Qianjin Pavilion and the big green buildings in the city, such as the Yixiao Building, all like to engage in those sour and rotten crepe styles. Seeing that the man was surrounded by people, after the Qianjin Pavilion let people appreciate the verses on him, they immediately exempted him from entering the silver......

That's it, just ten taels of silver is not in Xue Pan's eyes, but he spent a full fifty taels of silver to charter a private room in the best position on the second floor.

What makes him angry is the feeling of being sought after!

He didn't go to the Thousand Golden Pavilion often, not because it was a gold cave, but because he always felt the unequal treatment that rich people shouldn't have. Imagine that it costs several times more money to go to the Thousand Golden Pavilion, but you can't enjoy the kind of supreme service in other buildings, who wants to go often?

It's just that this time, Qianjin Pavilion has been building momentum for that Tang Wan'er girl half a month in advance, and it has been vigorous, he is the most lustful person, how can he not be seduced out of the hole?

It's a pity that he went early with a few children of the capital as always, and spent nearly a hundred taels of silver, except that at the beginning the old bustard and the turtle respectfully took them to the private room, and called a few girls to hold the pot and add wine, and then he didn't pay much attention to them.

Originally, this was not enough, the Thousand Golden Pavilion has always been like this. Later, Du Shirong, the son of the Ministry of Works, came, but the situation was completely different!

Not only did the children of the powerful people in the capital who were also spectators look at him differently, but the Qianjin Pavilion, who should only recognize money and not people, actually held him high and let him sit in the front directly......

The reason is because of the poem he carried! Poetry, he Xue Pan didn't understand, but he heard it, the poem was not written by that kid, it was actually begged by him from the side, so that he could not die, it was from his cousin Jia Baoyu!

This made his jealousy break through the sky.

Brother Bao, we have such a good relationship, you have such a good poem, you don't show it to me, but you do something to the prisoner!

This mood did not subside temporarily until the performance prepared by Qianjin Pavilion began, and I have to say that the style of Qianjin Pavilion is indeed far from being comparable to that ordinary building, more than ten programs, all of which are wonderful, especially at the end, when Tang Wan'er girl appeared, her voice and dance were indescribably beautiful...... Of course, what he values most is the extremely beautiful figure and the appearance that seems to be dewy under a touch of tulle......

The point is here, today is the first time that Miss Tang Wan'er has appeared on stage, and she will routinely choose a lucky customer to go up to the attic to drink tea and talk about her heart, so that she will not die, it is Du Shirong......

He couldn't imagine how he was feeling at the time.

If he could be alone in the attic with that beauty in the envy of all people, he would be willing to spend five hundred taels, nay, a thousand taels of silver!

Unfortunately, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

In the future, even if someone can spend money to see Miss Tang Wan'er's face alone, there will be no such pleasure as being alone.

He blamed all these faults on Jia Baoyu.

came out of the Qianjin Pavilion, and immediately went to Rongguo Mansion to find Jia Baoyu, and learned that Jia Baoyu was still on an errand in the palace, so he couldn't, so he had to drag his tired body home.

When he arrived at home, he naturally buried Jia Baoyu in front of his mother and sister, saying that he was not righteous enough and did not understand the truth that fat water does not flow into the fields of outsiders, and by the way, he told his mother and sister all the inequalities he had experienced in the past day.

It is conceivable that Aunt Xue and Baochai will be happy to listen to him say this? In turn, it was a period of exhaustion for him, which made his depressed mood even more difficult to calm down.

Of course, Baochai was as dissatisfied with Xue Pan as her mother on the surface, but in fact, she listened attentively to him, and when she knew that Jia Baoyu only gave poems to others and was not present, she was secretly happy for a long time, and asked Xue Pan to read Jia Baoyu's poems to her.

Xue Pan naturally couldn't remember, but fortunately, he loved his sister and knew that Baochai liked these elegant things the most, so he had people copy them back early in the morning.

gave the manuscript of the poem to Baochai, and Xue Pan was unwilling to continue to stay in his mother's house, and the two people here couldn't understand his distress and pain.

Therefore, he decided to go to Jia Baoyu tomorrow to ask for an explanation, and then went back to the house and slept with a concubine in his arms.

In the affairs of the family, Baochai naturally will not talk to Xiangyun and Tanchun. Both of her are daughters of the Houmen Mansion, and they are young, and it is difficult to talk about the affairs of these men outside.

However, Xiangyun asked her what was the bad thing in her mouth, and Baochai had no choice but to say a name, so Xiangyun and the two of them were embarrassed to ask and return to the topic itself.

"The second brother is really powerful, it's so good to give someone a poem casually, but the hateful thing is that he usually regrets his talent and doesn't show it in front of us.

Last time, the concubine went home to save her relatives, and he also let Sister Lin win the championship! ”

Xiangyun snorted.

Baochai laughed at her: "Their boy's family, their minds are different from our girls' families, they are doing things outside, there is another world and world in their chests, when they return home, they are with us, it is already excellent to be able to put down their bodies and laugh, do you think that he will talk to you in the future with a straight face, playing an official tone, and talking about all the things in the palace, so can you talk about it?" ”

Xiangyun thought about this reason, and smiled: "Hehe, Sister Bao is right." If the second brother talks like a master with a straight face, we will definitely not dare to talk to him! ”

Tanchun next to him smiled and said: "You still say that he cherishes talents, that's it, you can barely write poems with him, if he doesn't spare his talents, he writes like this every time, will you dare to write poems in front of him in the future?" ”

"Hee-hee."

Xiangyun grinned and didn't answer.

PS: Hey, I wish you all a happy New Year's Day and a happy New Year.