Jia Cong knew that it was not only the Jia family in front of him who was looking at him.

At this moment, I don't know how many pairs of eyes are secretly looking at him behind his back, to see if he will get carried away.

Including Song Yan.

It's just that Jia Cong is not really just a nine-year-old or ten-year-old child, how could he make such a superficial mistake?

Moreover, he didn't think in his heart that from then on, he would be able to grow high mountains and rivers, and the sea and sky would be wide.

At least in the Jia family, there will be no significant changes in his status.

The reason is very simple, in the Jia family, except for one Jia Zheng, few people take scholars seriously......

If Jia Yu is replaced to preside over the host today, whether Song Yan can sit in the main seat is two words.

So, how could he be complacent?

There is no trace of arrogance on his face, and he is still as plain as water.

In the face of a brother like Jia Lian, Jia Cong gave a salute first.

For Jia Baoyu, Jia Rong, Jia Qiang and others who are smaller than him or their juniors to others, they don't have any elder brothers, and they pay tribute to each other.

The eyes are indifferent, and the bearing is neither humble nor arrogant.

Seeing his style, many people nodded secretly, but some people were secretly disappointed......

Perhaps in their hearts, they still hope that Jia Cong will act rudely, as if doing so is in line with his background.

Jia Cong didn't care what others thought, he found a chair at the end and sat down, spread out the paper on the table, and waited for the children of the Jia family to write poems.

In this era, learning to compose poetry is actually not that difficult.

In the forty-eighth chapter of the Red Mansion, there is a "teaching process" in which Daiyu taught Xiangling to compose poems: "I have "The Complete Works of Wang Maha", and you read 100 of his five-word rules, carefully and thoroughly familiarize yourself, and then read 1200 Lao Du's seven-word laws, and then read 1200 Li Qinglian's seven-word quatrains. I first had these three people in my stomach as the foundation, and then I took a look at Tao Yuanming, Xie Ruan Geng, Bao and others. You are also a very smart and clever person, and you don't have to worry about not being a poet in less than a year. ”

It can be seen that the method of learning poetry is nothing more than "familiar with 300 Tang poems, and you can chant if you can't make poems".

The children of the Jia family have all gone to school, and Jia Rong, Jia Qiang and others go to the banquet outside, and sometimes they inevitably carry out the wine order.

Even Jia Huan, when he grows up a little in the future, can make two crooked poems in the Grand View Garden.

Therefore, for today's events, the children of the Jia family are not difficult.

They also knew in their hearts that those great masters who lived in the hall would not expect them to write any quatrains for the ages.

The Jia family is a child of Wuxun, and it is rare enough to be able to read and write poetry, who is embarrassed to put forward high requirements?

Therefore, Jia Yi, Jia Ling, Jia Rong, Jia Qiang, Jia Lian and others wrote their own poems without half a pillar of incense, and put them on Jia Cong's table in turn.

Jia Cong also put pen to paper very quickly, transcribing the first five words on a piece of paper.

In the end, Jia Baoyu finished writing his poem, and after Jia Cong copied it, he sent it to the front hall.

……

Jia's mother is in the upper courtyard, Rongqing Hall.

Hearing the news of the attack, the whole hall was shocked.

When the court chief Sikong called Jia Cong over, he actually wanted to be accepted as a disciple on the spot?!

This......

This ......

What is this?

Everyone in the house knows that Jia's mother doesn't like Jia Cong.

Because the death of Jia Daishan, the prince of Rongguo in the previous generation, has something to do with Jia Cong's mother.

Although the direct cause was because Jia Amnesty Jinwu was hiding Jiaojiao, he did not settle down in the turmoil caused by the inner house.

But this era is like this, something happens, and the sin is all on the woman's head.

Even in the eyes of a woman like Jia Mu, this is true.

And since Jia's mother doesn't like Jia Cong and doesn't allow him to enter the inner house, then it's not good for her to say congratulations in front of Jia's mother.

But if nothing happens, it's a bit too blunt.

Everyone was a little uncomfortable.

They didn't expect that after Mother Jia heard this, she took the initiative to open her mouth, and the old lady smiled faintly and said: "It's also a good thing, since Baoyu and his father like to study for the imperial examination, he is right about Baoyu Laozi's heart, and now that he has worshiped the teacher, he will study well."

In the future, if he can be selected as a showman, it will be regarded as a wish of Baoyu's father.

Back then, he was going to take the road of scientific research, but he didn't expect the master to come with a copy, and the emperor was sympathetic, so he directly made him an official. ”

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this, and Li said with a smile: "This is the real saint, otherwise even if you take a top prize, you will only be an official from the sixth grade."

How can there be an official appointed by the emperor himself! ”

After Mother Jia smiled, she listened to Mrs. Wang say slowly: "I still have to inquire about how to send this bundle, I asked Feng Yatou to prepare it for someone to send it."

In the end, it is a favor, and you can't lose your dignity. ”

Mother Jia said happily when she heard this: "Mrs. is very thoughtful. ”

On the side, the Li family, the Zhu family, the Zhao family and others said good things one after another.

Only Mrs. Xing felt like she had eaten a handful of flies, and she was really disgusting.

Under the clothes, the body couldn't help but tremble.

Although she is weak by nature, she still needs to be very decent when she lives in a family like the Jia family.

Now that she, Jia Cong's mother-in-law, has been ignored by Chi Guoguo like this, she has let Mrs. Wang take the silver in the public to be a good person, and she has become a virtuous woman.

The resentment in Mrs. Xing's heart can be imagined.

It's just that she can't take Jia Mu and Mrs. Wang, so she can only hold a grudge against Jia Cong......

"Ouch! What a joy! ”

Just when Mrs. Xing was full of anger and had nowhere to vent, she heard a loud laugh from outside that disgusted her.

Before anyone showed up and laughed, there was only one person in the Jia family who dared to be so spicy and presumptuous.

When Jia Mu and the others heard this, they didn't think it was rude, but laughed one after another.

It seems that they all like to come very much.

"You are a sloppy person, and there are still guests today, so rude, and you are not afraid of making people laugh?"

Seeing Wang Xifeng coming in, Jia Mu scolded with a smile.

Wang Xifeng wore a red satin jacket with a hundred butterflies with flowers, a colorful carved silk stone blue and silver mouse gown, a jade sprinkled flower crepe skirt, and a five-phoenix hanging beads on her head, like a fairy concubine, she didn't have a little shameful consciousness, listening to Jia's mother blame her, but giggled and said: "The ancestor has gone away, who will laugh at me?" Besides, how can there be any guests today?

An aunt and two aunts, they are not guests, they are all real relatives! ”

Mother Jia liked it when she heard this, but she pretended to be angry and said, "Even so, you can't be arrogant!" ”

The Li family, the Zhu family and others were busy saying good things, and Wang Xifeng also hugged and said: "Ouch, I'm not here to report the good news to my ancestors!" A hundred great joys, do you listen or not? ”

Jia Mu turned her anger into joy and said, "What kind of joy? If it's not good, it's not up to you! ”

Wang Xifeng said proudly: "I don't dare to guarantee it, this guarantee old lady is happy!"

Just now I took someone to the front and asked the lord to ask the lord when the banquet could be held.

As soon as my little girl entered the room, she was so frightened by a loud scream that she almost didn't sit on the ground.

When she quietly inquired about what was going on, she didn't even bother to ask, so she hurried out to report the good news to me!

And guess what? ”

"What's wrong?"

Jia Mu asked anxiously, thought about it, and said, "Isn't it related to Baoyu?" ”

When Wang Xifeng heard this, he tasted at Mrs. Wang and the others: "Look, look, the old lady is so eccentric, and she only thinks about Baoyu!"

But if there is such a little good thing, just press it on Brother Bao!

I don't believe it, this room full of granddaughters and granddaughters-in-law is worse than him! ”

Everyone laughed when they heard this, but Jia Mu was worried about Baoyu and urged her to speak quickly.

Wang Xifeng couldn't cry or laugh, and said: "My little girl said that after she went in, she heard the big official on the high head shouting hello, which frightened people.

She quietly looked for the waiting girl at the door and asked what was going on, and it turned out that Brother Cong had copied the poems made by Baoyu and sent them to show him the newly recognized husband.

Baoyu was the last to finish, so it was placed at the top.

Who knew that after the big official saw it, he applauded loudly and was very excited!

It can be seen that Brother Bao has made a good poem, and our family has also produced a poet fairy!

Didn't I come back in a hurry to report the good news?

Ancestor, is this a great joy? ”

"Really?"

At this time, even Mrs. Wang couldn't sit still, her body left her seat slightly, and she asked in unison with Mother Jia.

Wang Xifeng laughed and said, "Is this still fake? Feng'er has seen it with her own eyes and heard it with her own ears! ”

Wang Ziteng's wife Li Shi became excited, and said: "That big official must be Lord Dasikong Song, this official has even heard of me, a woman and a Taoist, and he is a well-known upright and upright, and even the emperor dares to contradict it."

He said yes, then that's right!

Baoyu is really getting more and more profitable now! ”

As soon as these words came out, Jia Mu and the others became more and more happy.

didn't notice that the faces of Daiyu, Xiangyun, Tanchun and others, who had been sitting quietly below, were strange.

Shixian?

What a joke!

It's true that Baoyu can compose poems, but everyone knows the roots, how many pounds and pounds does the demon king of the mixed world have, when who doesn't know?

Don't laugh off your big teeth!

It's just that if it wasn't for Baoyu's good poems, who would have made them?

……

"Good!"

"Wow!"

In the Rongxi Hall, the old man Song Yan, who has always been calm and calm, actually has a feeling of "the old man chatting about the madness of youth" at this moment.

He held a stack of notes in his hand, and the gaze in his eyes was excited, enthusiastic, and unbelievable!

The entire Rongxi Hall, except for him, everyone else was dumbfounded.

Jia Zheng looked at Song Yan who stood up with some shock, and also stood up, looked at him, and then looked at Jia Cong, and finally fell on Jia Baoyu, who was already confused behind......

Most of the others are like this, and then they get weird.

The Jia family has already produced a genius with a transcendent heart, could it be that there is another amazing poet?

If it weren't for that, how could Song Yan be so out of shape......

However, what kind of good poetry can make a contemporary Confucian so out of shape?

No matter how good the poem is, can it be better than Li Taibai?

It was not good for everyone to directly interrupt Song Yan, who was a little addicted or even drunk, so they all looked at Jia Baoyu.

This is the first time in his life, there are so many old men who are officials and slaughterers looking at him, Jia Baoyu Alexander for a while, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

It's just that even he can't figure out what the hell is going on.

He clearly just wrote a plum blossom poem that he himself was not very satisfied with.

Could it be that this is a poem made of chaos, but a work of heaven?

Really?

Baoyu had a good idea for a while......

……