Although Baoyu was smiling and afraid of Lin Zhao's eyes, she still glanced at Daiyu. Xiangyun only pretended not to see it, pulled him to talk vigorously, and fed him snail meat to eat.

Mrs. Wang frowned when she saw it, and saw that Baochai had been sitting dignifiedly, peeling snail meat for her, Mother Jia, and Aunt Xue to eat, and her heart became more and more dissatisfied: This big girl Shi has already been married, and what does it mean to hook Baoyu in front of us like this? The rules have been learned in the dog's belly? This is still the daughter of Houmen, so faceless and skinless, and she is not afraid of panic.

Mother Jia also saw it, frowned, and only said that she had eaten enough to rest, everyone hurriedly stopped, Mrs. Wang served Mother Jia and went back, and Baochai beckoned everyone to do poetry. Lin Zhao drank from a small cup. Xiangyun said with a smile: "Uncle Lin is famous, I think he disdains our dramas in the boudoir?"

Lin Zhao smiled: "I am a martial artist, how did I come from to be famous?"

Xiangyun was stunned, and was immediately choked, and said half-loudly: "Brother is a martial artist." My sister is a talented girl, what does this mean?"

Lin Zhao glanced at her obliquely, and said with a smile: "That naturally shows that my father is both civil and military." ”

Xiangyun turned her head to look at the topic angrily, she didn't believe it, she couldn't compare to Lin Daiyu. Baochai had the heart to go up and say a few words, and saw that Lin Zhao's eyes were light, and for some reason he only played the drum in his heart, so he gave up and went to check the topic.

Only Xichun dared to mess with Lin Zhao: "Cousin Lin, you really don't do it?"

Lin Zhao said with a strange expression: "When did I say I wouldn't do it?"

"That's really good, cousin, your "Yongmei" feels like the best in the poem, even Lu You can't compare, I was just thinking about what amazing poems you will make. Xichun happily slapped and screamed.

Yingchun, Tanchun and Baoyu on the side all looked at it in surprise.

Lin Zhao said with a smile: "Since Lady Jia said that my poetry surpasses Lu You, then I am a great poet, since I am a great poet, I naturally have to do it at the end, I will see how your works are." ”

Xichun's face turned red, so she ran to read the topic with Daiyu.

Lin Zhao glanced at the women, and said softly: "This is no longer a straightforward way to describe it." Mama,"

Mama Rong said behind Lin Zhao: "Where is Miss Shi straightforward and fast-talking, she is clearly relying on small things to sell small. I just looked at it, and the second wife's angry eyes were about to burst into flames. ”

Lin Zhao shook his head and said softly: "In my opinion, although she still thinks of her childhood sweetheart in her heart, she still distinguishes the importance of it. It's just that in the end, she is the daughter of the Houmen, who is too fearless and fearless, and she doesn't know that the rumors are terrifying. ”

Mama Rong nodded and said, "Uncle clearly sees that in the eyes of the old slave, she is now pretending to be the tip of the horns." He couldn't help but say: "But the old slave thinks that the uncle doesn't have to worry about her." ”

Lin Zhao said: "Don't worry, Mama, I'm bored, and I won't get along with a little girl." “

While they were talking, the sisters and Baoyu had already begun to discuss how to make poems.

Li Kun said: "When I came just now, I saw them bring in two pots of white begonias, which are good flowers.

Yingchun said: "I haven't appreciated it yet, so I'll make a poem first."

Baochai said: "It's just a white begonia, why do you have to see it before you write it. The poems of the ancients are just a love ear.

Yingchun said: "In this case, treat me to limit the rhyme." As he spoke, he walked to the bookshelf and took out a book of poems, and opened it casually, this one was actually a seven-word poem, and handed it to everyone to read, and they should all make a seven-word law.

The girl was leaning against the door, and she said the word "door".

Yingchun said with a smile: "It's the rhyme of the word door, 'thirteen yuan'. As he spoke, he asked for another rhyme card box, pulled out a drawer of "thirteen yuan", and ordered the little girl to take four pieces at will.

Baoyu and the sisters pondered for a long time, and then sat down to write.

When the time was approaching, Li Kun said: "We are going to read the poem, if we don't hand in the paper after reading it, we will be punished."

Baoyu said: "Although the old farmer of Daoxiang is not good at doing it, he is good at looking at it, and he is the most fair, you will evaluate the advantages and disadvantages, and we will accept it."

Everyone said, "Naturally."

So I first read Tanchun's manuscript, which reads:

Song of white begonias

The slanting sun and cold grass with heavy doors, the moss is green and spreads the basin after the rain.

Jade is difficult to compare with the spirit, and snow is easy to lose the soul for the muscles and bones.

Fang's heart is a little weak, and there are traces of the third month.

It is impossible to say that the fairy can feather, and the affection accompanies me at dusk.

The next time I look at Baochai is:

Cherish the fangzi day and cover the door, and fill the moss pot hand in hand.

The rouge washes out the shadow of the autumn steps, and the ice and snow attract the soul of the dew.

The light pole knows that the flowers are more colorful, and the jade is traceless.

If you want to repay the White Emperor for cleanliness, she is silent and dim.

Li Kun smiled and said, "In the end, it's Lu Wujun." As he spoke, he looked at Baoyu again, and the Tao was:

Autumn looks light and reflects the heavy door, and the seven sections are full of snow.

Out of the bath is too real ice shadow, holding the heart of Xiziyu as the soul.

Xiaofeng does not disperse a thousand points of sorrow, and Su Yu also adds a trace of tears.

Leaning on the painting column alone if you are interested, clear the anvil and send the flute to dusk.

Then after reading the poems of Xiangyun, Yingchun and Xichun, Baoyu said that it was good to explore spring, and Li Kun wanted to push Baochai's poem to have an identity, because he urged Daiyu again.

Daiyu said: "You all have it?" As he spoke, he waved his pen and threw it at the crowd.

Half rolled Hunan curtain and half closed door, grinding ice for soil and jade for pots.

Steal the pear stamen, borrow a wisp of plum blossom soul.

The moon cave immortal sews a robe, and the autumn lady wipes the scars.

Shy and silently complained to whom, tired of leaning on the west wind and the night was dark.

Li Kun said: "If you talk about being chic, it is this one, and if you talk about being subtle and vigorous, you will eventually let the manuscript go."

Tanchun said: "This comment is reasonable, Lang Huan's old man should be second." Li Kun said: "Yihong Gongzi is the tail, are you convinced?"

Baoyu said: "My song is not good, this is the most public."

Xiangyun saw that everyone either praised Baochai or admired Daiyu, and her poems couldn't even compare with Tanchun, almost at the same level as Yingchun and cherishing spring, and couldn't help but be secretly angry.

In fact, with her level, as long as she calms down, she is enough to surpass Tanchun and stand side by side with Bao Dai Ershu.

However, she talked back to Lin Zhao just now and was choked to death. I was so angry in my heart that I lost my level, and when I thought of this, I hated Lin Zhao and Daiyu even more.

At this time, Lin Zhao strode over and said with a smile: "Have you finished your poems?" ”

Li Kun clapped his hands and said: "Our Uncle Lin has traveled from south to north, and his knowledge is extraordinary, so it is better to make a song of seven laws first, otherwise it will not be abrupt to rashly look at our boudoir work?"

Everyone pursed their lips and smiled, and they all said, "Yes! Yes!"

Even Daiyu said: "Brother doesn't do it, as soon as you do it, it will be a masterpiece of the world, if we have a masterpiece of yours in the Plum Blossom Poetry Society, it will definitely be able to be passed down through the ages." ”

Lin Zhao's eyes flashed, and he laughed: "If you want to spread it through the ages, what's so difficult about it." ”

Speaking of this, he asked for a paper and brush, and with a wave, everyone hurriedly stepped forward to look at it, but saw that he wrote:

Seven laws, answer the crowd.

The white clouds fly on the Jiuzhi Mountain, and the emperor rides the wind to the cuiwei.

A thousand tears of spotted bamboo, and a hundred heavy clothes of red glow.

Dongting waves and snow swell, and the people of Long Island sing and write poems.

I want to dream because of the outline, and the country of Furong is full of sunshine.

As soon as this poem came out, the faces of the sisters suddenly changed greatly, and their breathing almost stopped, and everyone showed a shocked look.

Even Shi Xiangyun, who was extremely angry in his heart, was speechless at the moment, and he didn't dare to say that half of this poem was bad with his conscience.

Baochai and Tanchun were almost at the same time, their eyes quickly swept towards Lin Zhao, and their faces showed strange colors.

Even Li Kun, who claimed to be good at poetry, stood for a long time and sighed: "Cousin Lin is only a great poet at ten o'clock, we compare with you, it's really graffiti." Sisters, we can see this poem, as a glass of wine for Cousin Lin!"

All the women said yes together.

So Lin Zhao sat upright, and the sisters stepped forward to toast one by one.

Baochai was the first to come over, and after toasting, he said softly: "Picking and curling ears, not full of baskets." After saying that, he bowed his head and left.

Lin Zhao was sluggish, Baoyu and Yingchun toasted, Tanchun came over, and after the toast, he said softly and in a low voice: "When I see a gentleman, Yunhu doesn't like it." ”

Lin Zhao was stunned again.

Immediately, a ripple rose in my heart, a trace of tenderness.

After the sisters and Baoyu finished toasting, Lin Zhao stood tall, poured a glass of wine himself, and said to everyone: "Thank you for toasting, I will salute you, in fact, if there is no Plum Blossom Poetry Society, there is no such masterpiece, do not hide it from your sisters, whenever I am busy, I also want to have half a day to spare." In order to combine work and rest. That's why I thought, 'There should be two perfections in the world, and it should live up to its promise'!"

Drink it all down.

The sisters and Baoyu also gave a cup in return.

Only Baochai and Tanchun, their hearts are full of shame and joy.