Although Jia Baoyu didn't want to say any poems, he didn't want to sweep away Jia's mother's interest, anyway, there were more good poems, just take out one casually, Jia's mother's happiness is more important than anything else.

So first with Mother Jia, and then with Mrs. Wang, -- took over. The drum beat twice, but I never thought that it would finally fall into the hands of Jia Mu.

Jia Mu was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "I didn't expect this first one to be me, but unfortunately I don't have any jokes to say." "I had a drink.

Taking advantage of Jia's mother's drinking and talking, Sister Feng gave Ping'er on the side a look, and Ping'er immediately understood when she saw it, and quietly ordered the person who played the drum behind to watch her gestures.

It was drumming again, still starting from Jia's mother, but this time it fell in front of Jia Baoyu, and Jia's mother was immediately happy when she saw it.

Jia Baoyu had seen Sister Feng and Ping'er's small movements before, and knew that the two were manipulating, but they didn't want to end up on their heads, and when they saw that Jia's mother was happy, they didn't say anything anymore.

Unceremoniously picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and there was no direct end after drinking, if everyone drank a glass of wine, it would be meaningless, and Jia Mu's interest would be exhausted.

Jia Baoyu said again: "Let me tell me a joke!" ”

"I should write a poem." Sister Feng spoke.

"Free choice, Sister Feng can't be forced, it's better like this, if my sister says a poem, I will write another poem after the joke is finished." Anyway, Sister Feng can't recognize a few words, and Jia Baoyu is not worried at all.

In short, the joke is to be said first, Jia Baoyu thought for a while and said: "A person has bad eyes and can't see things in the distance, one day he got lost, and when he saw a crow resting on the rock, he suspected that it was a person, and asked him again and again." After a while, the raven flew away, and the man said, "I asked you if you would answer, and your hat was blown away by the wind, and I would not tell you!" ”

This joke really caused a lot of laughter, and Jia's mother also laughed very happily, but Jia Baoyu was reminded by her own joke that she could expand her business if she couldn't say it, of course, it would be a long time later.

It's drumming again, this time it happened to fall on Qin Keqing starting from Jia Baoyu, Qin Keqing was in a trance, but this time he woke up from his distraction.

"I can't do jokes or poems, I can only drink a glass of wine." After that, Qin Keqing drank all the wine in the cup.

was about to continue to start, but Sister Feng stopped and said, "I have thought of a poem, Baoyu, you have to talk about it." ”

Jia Baoyu was curious, when did Sister Feng become a person who could write poetry, could it be that she wanted to say some limerick poems, but it was not so easy to look simple.

Then Sister Feng read a poem, and Jia Baoyu suddenly had a bitter face when she heard it, this is nothing else, it is Jia Baoyu's "Snow Plum" made in the Zhuangyuan Building half a year ago.

"You didn't say that you want to write it yourself or be written by someone else, besides, I'm promoting it for you, a manly man can't be fooled." Sister Feng spent all her efforts to make Jia's mother happy.

Although "Xuemei" is easy to remember, it is not easy for a woman who can't read a few words to memorize it for a while.

Xichun immediately followed suit, asking Jia Baoyu to write poems quickly, and asked that it could not be the previous one, she could be regarded as familiar with Jia Baoyu in the past six months, and she was simply a little heel.

Jia Baoyu now regrets wanting to change her temperament of cherishing spring, the girl who is bored reading is really cute, even if it is a Buddhist scripture.

The position was changed once before, Jia Baoyu would be sitting next to Mrs. Wang, a big distance away from Daiyu, and the interest in seeing Daiyu was not high, but he couldn't comfort him because of the distance.

"I happen to have a song this time, but it's a little uncomfortable, I'm afraid it will spoil the atmosphere." Jia Baoyu looked at Daiyu as he spoke.

"What kind of poetry is not in the situation, just listen to it." Daiyu rarely spoke.

"It's not a poem, it's a word, my sister has to listen to it." Jia Baoyu was about to read it after speaking, but Jia's mother asked someone to bring pen and ink over and let Jia Baoyu write it.

Jia Baoyu naturally would not refuse, Daiyu and the others came to Jia Baoyu's side, and Jia Baoyu wrote a sentence and they read it.

"When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. I don't know the heavenly palace, what year is it tonight? I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world? Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

At first, Daiyu read it well, but after reading the last sentence, Daiyu couldn't read it anymore, and her tears couldn't stop flowing out, "What kind of mess are you writing!" ”

It was not sad, but she felt Jia Baoyu's heart, and at the same time cried out all the emotions that had accumulated today, and since then she has forgotten her homesickness for the time being.

Jia Baoyu was relieved to see that Daiyu's mood had finally fully recovered, and said sorry to Scholar Su in his heart, of course, there was actually no apology, in this world, Su Shi did not write this "Water Tune Song Head", Jia Baoyu can also be regarded as benefiting the literary world, this kind of good words can be passed on to the world and comfort Daiyu, but it kills two birds with one stone.

After Daiyu recovered, a new round of games started from Qin Keqing, everyone was having a lot of fun, and the atmosphere gradually became lively.

The Mid-Autumn Festival in Jiafu is jubilant, but this is not the case in some places in the capital, in the palace of Prince Yizhong, there is a courtyard in the house, which is dilapidated and stronger than the slums.

Prince Yizhong's Mansion, one of the two largest princes in the capital, actually has such a place, and if outsiders know about it, they will be shocked.

At this time, there are two people standing in this place, which can be said to be the two most powerful people in Prince Yizhong's mansion, one is Prince Yizhong, and the other is not Prince Yizhong's son, but the chief gentleman of the palace, a Taoist priest, named Xuyue Daoren, in front of the two is an old locust tree.

Some people say that it was more than 20 years ago, and some people say that he was born in Prince Yizhong's mansion, in short, he is deeply trusted by Prince Yizhong, it can be said that he is under one person in the palace, above ten thousand people, that is, the son of Prince Yizhong, and the princess must be respectful when she sees him.

"How? Mr? ”

Xuyue Zhenren nodded after listening to Prince Yizhong's question, and said: "Poor Dao's estimate is really good, Qin Lie's soul has been almost consumed by the Tongling Jade, as long as I cast a spell in a small way, the last soul will disappear, and then I only need to kill Qin Keqing, this soul can become a powerful soul for our use, and all the undead in the Pingbei Royal Mansion will be used by the prince, and the prince will regain the throne just around the corner." ”

"Please also ask the gentleman to help." Prince Yizhong's face was a little more excited.

Xuyue Zhenren nodded, took out a charm from his bosom, and pasted it on the locust tree.