Jia Baoyu looked at Du Shirong tiredly, he was crazy before he dared to write the poem written to the Emperor Taishang to Du Shirong to visit the Qinglou!

But seeing his hopeful eyes, it seems that he is still his fan, and he must be friendly to fans.

"It's okay to write poems, but there is no pen and paper."

"Yes, yes, Brother Jia, wait a minute!"

As soon as he heard Jia Baoyu agree, Du Shirong was like a peerless baby, and rushed to a store next to him, with a burst of shouting and shouting, he took a brush in a few breaths, and respectfully sent it to Jia Baoyu, and then turned his back, pulled his robe and said, "It's good to ask ...... question here."

Jia Baoyu was holding a brush, and his mood was slightly complicated. However, seeing Du Shirong pulling the robe on his body with his backhand, he looked back at Jia Baoyu with mourning, as if he suspected that he was going to regret it.

sighed, I didn't expect that it was the first time I inscribed a poem on a person, and the other party was actually a man......

Without further hesitation, he tightened the reins of his horse, bent sideways to write a poem on his back, and returned the pen to him.

"That's it?"

Du Shirong pulled his neck and looked back, he remembered that the song "Competing Waist" was very long, and it should not have been written so quickly. It's a pity that the words are on his back, and he can't see them for a while.

Jia Baoyu ignored him, waved his hand, and the carriage slowly set off.

At this time, Du Shirong didn't dwell on it anymore, and immediately asked his partner to help him see what was written.

In fact, there was no need for him to call, Jia Baoyu and his party left, and the people next to him had already surrounded him, and one of the scholars took the initiative to read:

"A few times the flowers sit down and blow the flute, and the red wall of the silver man looks into the distance, as if this star is not last night, for whom is the wind and the wind stand in the middle of the night? Good, good poetry! What a 'for whom's wind and dew to stand in the middle of the night! 'Worthy of being the first genius in the capital, with such attainments on any topic, it is really a model for my generation of scholars to learn from, but unfortunately, I am afraid that I will not be able to write such good poems and sentences in this life......"

"The first talent in the capital, what is the first talent, I only vaguely heard that there is a first talent in the capital, but she is the granddaughter of Master Ye, when did this capital have a first talent?"

"Hmph, lonely and unheard, Jia Gongzi has long been praised as the first genius in the capital. That year, at the birthday banquet of the Emperor Taishang, in front of so many princes and ministers, he made two excellent poems, one of which was also presented to the Emperor Taishang, so that the Emperor Taishang was happy, and immediately gave Jia Gongzi the official body! Later, today's saint gave him the name of Jinshi, and also added the ban on the army to the Marquis of Yu. With such a character, which young talent in Beijing can compare, what is not the first talent?

It just so happened that the Emperor Taishang gave marriage to the Ye family and the Jia family, the first talented woman with the first talent, such a good story, you don't know? ”

"Those are just fame and fortune, the talent that my generation of scholars said, should be the top of poetry, calligraphy and painting, now only know his poetic talent, pen and ink, Danqing two have not yet been seen, the name of the first genius is not enough to conclusive."

"The shaft is not enough."

"You ......"

Someone next to him was dissatisfied with the two of them arguing, and stopped the two of them, and then someone continued to read the remaining two sentences: "Lingering thoughts and pulling out the cocoon, like turning the heart to peel off the banana." In March and May of three or five years, the poor glass of wine never went away. ”

Everyone scrambled to watch, annoying Du Shirong, the son, so he simply took off his robe and took it to look at it carefully.

Although it is not the one I want, I also know that this poem is good after listening to the words of Fang Cairen.

And it's probably new, so it's naturally better than the old poem, and then I can taste it casually, and I really think that this poem is more suitable for him! Especially the sentence "sit under the flowers and blow the flute", which won his heart, he didn't expect that Brother Jia was so temperamental.

I have this poem, who of the ladies in the Qianjin Pavilion and the Yixiao Building in the future will not treat themselves differently? It's not in vain that he just begged for a dead face.

Looking back, everyone next to him was still talking, and they were praising like something, he was overjoyed and said: "Okay, everyone has seen it, this song 'Sitting on the-Gifting the Talented Son of Beijing Du Shirong' is inscribed on my robe by Jia Dacai himself, and everyone will ......be a witness for me in the future."

Everyone was naturally willing, and then there was a humanitarian: "Du Gongzi, Jia Caizi has clearly not been named, where did your name of 'sitting on the' come from?" ”

"Since he inscribed it to me, and he didn't name it, why do you want you to come if I don't inscribe it?"

"Well, what Du Gongzi said is extremely true, extremely ......"

......

Jia Baoyu and the others left the downtown area, and the middle of the carriage finally spoke.

She didn't lift the curtain, she just said clearly: "What did you ask him?" ”

There were many people before, and it was inconvenient for her to show up, so she only knew that Jia Baoyu promised Du Shirong, and she never saw what he asked.

She has a more mature understanding of Jia Baoyu, and she doesn't believe that Jia Baoyu will give Du Shirong a poem "Qinyuan Spring-Snow" seriously.

"It's just a very simple song of seven laws, a work of yagim, it doesn't matter."

Ye Zhenzhen was silent for a moment and said, "Maybe read it to me." ”

Jia Baoyu was not perfunctory, and recited it to Ye Zhenzhen seriously.

"It seems that this good day is not last night, for whom is the wind and the wind is standing up for mid-night ......"

Ye Zhenzhen in the carriage muttered and repeated, and then said, "It's a pity." ”

The so-called elegant poems for Yaren, such beautiful and heart-wrenching poems to read, were actually given to such a person by Jia Baoyu casually, and most of them, this person also had to take them to the Qinglou prostitutes, thinking about it, it made Ye Zhenzhen feel uncomfortable.

This poem should be, should be given to her......

Jia Baoyu was riding on a horse, and he didn't know anything about Ye Zhenzhen's thoughts, in his opinion, this kind of mournful poetry was just right for ill-fated women in the wind and dust, and it should be extremely lethal to them.

Du Shirong's purpose of asking him for poetry can be seen through at a glance. Why, then, could he not be happy? By the way, you can also harvest a wave of fame in the market.

"You really don't want to go see that Tang Wan'er girl?"

"What?"

Jia Baoyu didn't understand what Ye Zhenzhen meant by asking for a while, and subconsciously asked.

"Nothing ......."

Ye Zhenzhen denied it.

Jia Baoyu glanced at the carriage and decisively didn't ask. This kind of proposition is generally sent......

After a while, when they arrived at the Taishi Mansion, Jia Baoyu was about to turn back to the palace, and before Ye Zhenzhen got off the carriage, she lifted the curtain and said to him: "Tomorrow, can you come over tomorrow, for ......"

Celebrate her birthday.

"Okay, see you tomorrow before noon." Jia Baoyu smiled slightly, immediately took his hand to say goodbye, then turned the horse's head and returned to the imperial city.

Seven or eight horsemen also followed.

"See you or leave...... Ye Zhenzhen looked at Jia Baoyu's distant back, a little dumbfounded.

"Miss, get out of the car."

The maid's prompt woke her up, she withdrew her gaze, said hello, and then got out of the carriage.