"Brother Bao, don't listen to Yun Yatou and Yan Yatou, see that you eat too much wine and invite the old lady to scold."

Li Kun, who was tasked with taking care of Baoyu and the sisters, was afraid that he would be picked out by the old lady and Mrs. Wang, so he hurriedly persuaded him.

"I won't be angry with them," Baoyu said with a smile, "It's just that the osmanthus wine brewed in Sister Qing's house is fragrant and delicious." ”

As today's host, Qingwen naturally has to serve the guests well.

Seeing that the sisters were at will, there was no need for her to persuade them to drink and cloth, so they had people bring plates, picked up some food, and sent them to each room.

There are maids in each room who stay to watch the house, and it is time to take care of it.

Mama Zheng went to the kitchen again and ordered to make a few more dishes and send them to Sister Feng's courtyard.

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For a while, Baoyu couldn't sit still again, and writhed around, as if she had a needle in her buttocks.

Baochai glanced at him and said with a smile: "It's all eaten, right?" Why don't you let the girls eat freely, let's take down the table first, set the fruit plate, and compose poems first? ”

Baoyu responded immediately, and the others didn't say much.

The girls served tea to the master, and after rinsing, everyone got up, and they removed the plates, wiped the table separately, changed the cups, and set them up.

The fruits that Xiaohong brought back from Zizhuxuan were all packed on delicate plates and placed on the table.

The next thing is naturally to eat refreshments, taste tea, and compose poems in a leisurely manner.

Qingwen wanted to have fun with her sisters today, she is not unsightly, her all-round style is here, and she is afraid of playing with everyone?

Isn't it just poetry? forced her, it's not that she can't talk nonsense.

Xiaohong winked at her and quietly withdrew from the open hall.

Qingwen quietly withdrew and talked to Xiaohong outside the door.

"Girl, I just went to Zizhuxuan to get fruits, Second Master Yun said, Chen Gongzi came back from the Northland, and yesterday he sent someone to book a private room, and he is going to come to Zizhuxuan for lunch today, so he must be eating at this time, right?"

"He's back?" Qingwen's heart moved, "You are here to greet me, I have to go over to find him immediately." ”

Plainly got a Zhuangzi the size of Chen Hanxiao, together with the income of this season's crops, plus more than a dozen people, she felt that she owed him a lot of money, but until now she has not given a penny to others.

Money is not easy to owe, because if you owe it, you owe it, and she doesn't want to owe favors.

If she doesn't give this money, she won't be able to eat or sleep.

That boy is a person who has been seeing the beginning and not seeing the end all day, and he went to Zizhuxuan today, and he won't know where to find him tomorrow.

Today she must go over and give him the money from Zhuangzi.

Jia Hui was accompanying the little maids on the table, rolling up her arms and sleeves to guess with people, shouting five and six places, and the atmosphere was quite lively.

Xiaohong entered the hall and whispered a few words in her ear.

Jia Hui immediately put down her sleeves, lowered her head and went out quietly.

Xiangyun's eyes were sharp, watching her go out, turning her head to look around, she didn't see Qingwen in the house, she hurriedly grabbed Xiaohong, and asked, "Where is Sister Qing?" We're going to compose poetry, could it be that she really hid out? ”

Xiaohong pursed her lips and smiled, and said in a suppressed voice:

"Miss Shi, don't worry about our girl, didn't she tell you yesterday that she was going to the temple to pray for the harmony of the husband and wife?"

"Phew!" Xiangyun's little face turned crimson, and he took a sip, "It's really a temperament to learn from anyone, you masters and slaves are as poor and cheap-tongued, and they are annoying." ”

Xiaohong laughed, turned to the big girl's table and beckoned the sisters to drink and eat.

Qingwen took the silver ticket and rushed to Zizhuxuan with Jiahui.

The carriage was running fast, and she was afraid that Chen Hanxiao would leave after eating.

But when she arrived, she didn't see Chen Hanxiao.

Jia Yun said that Chen Gongzi did book a private room, but he did not come to eat.

Didn't come? Qingwen wondered.

How can you not do something good? Even if you don't come, you should send someone to say, is this an urgent situation?

She was a little worried, so she simply didn't go back to Jia's house and sat in Ziyunxuan for an afternoon, but there was no news of Chen Hanxiao until the sun was in the west.

Worriedly returning to Jia's house, the sisters had dispersed, and the open hall had been restored to its original state.

Xiaohong took the chrysanthemum poem written by Bao Dai and others, and said with a smile:

"Today, the second master of Bao and the girls are composing poems, and Miss Lin has won the first place, I am afraid that she will be proud. Miss Shi also said that let the girl learn a little harder, and start the poetry club again next time, and never spare the girl. ”

Daiyu was able to win the top spot, Qingwen was not surprised at all.

In "Dream of Red Mansions", the review of this episode is "Lin Xiaoxiang Kui Wins Chrysanthemum Poems, Xue Xue Wu Satire and Crab Song".

It's just that I let myself be so stirred, Xue Baochai's song that everyone in later generations has repeatedly studied, and the crab-eating swan song that satirizes the world is afraid that it can't be done.

"There is no warp and weft on the road in front of me, and the sky is black and yellow...... What's the benefit of ending up today? Yuepu Kongyu Grass Fragrance ......"

I don't know why that sister Bao, who has always been gentle and generous, made such a vicious ridicule? Who is she satirizing?

This is also a mystery for the ages, I am afraid that only Cao Gong, who has long been immortal, has a correct answer in his heart.

Qingwen shook her head and smiled, took the paper and looked at it.

On a piece of snow wave paper, twelve chrysanthemum poems were transcribed together.

The beginning is "Remembering Chrysanthemum", the second is "Visiting Chrysanthemum", visiting the vested "Planting Chrysanthemum", planting that is in full bloom on "Chrysanthemum", relatively Xing, folding to offer the bottle for "Offering Chrysanthemum", and then "Yongdai", "Painting Chrysanthemum", "Asking Chrysanthemum", "Hairpin Chrysanthemum", "Chrysanthemum Shadow", "Chrysanthemum Dream", and finally "Residual Chrysanthemum" ends.

Twelve poems, Baochai, Tanchun, and Baoyu, each composed two poems, Daiyu and Xiangyun each composed three.

Throughout the text, each has its own aphorism.

In particular, Daiyu's "Yongdai", "Ask Ju", and "Ju Meng" are still the most amazing, and they can't be pushed as the leader.

"Who is hiding in the lonely standard, and the same flowers are late to bloom? Why is the garden dew garden frost lonely, and the Honggui disease can be lovesick? ”

Qingwen couldn't help but recite this sentence repeatedly, a verse that she had read thousands of times and never got bored with.

"The girl likes it so much, is it possible that she will be a poet tomorrow and recite poems every day?" Xiaohong quipped.

"That's not impossible," Qingwen said with a smile, "Haven't you heard anyone say, if you are familiar with 300 Tang poems, can you still chant if you can't compose poems?" I read it several times, and I realized that I had made twelve songs myself, and then they knew what I was capable of. ”

The master and servant joked for a while, and Qingwen's worried mood calmed down slightly.

The next day, she went to Zizhuxuan early in the morning, and by the afternoon there was still no news of Chen Hanxiao, so she had to get up and go back to Rongguo Mansion.

The carriage stopped in front of the mansion, Qingwen came down, and saw Mrs. Wang's companion room in front of her, Zhou Rui's family, and led an old lady in plain clothes into the door.

She's here! Lin Qingwen smiled.

Now, the lifeless and uninteresting Jia family should have a few days of joy.