Recently, although Baoyu doesn't read, he can quite understand this, and when he evaluates it carefully, it is not very insulting to his ancestors. As far as the ancestors are concerned, the same is true of each of them, although there are those who have done a deep career, they have never made a trace, and it seems that this is also the number of Jiamen. Besides, his mother doted on him, so she didn't force him to force him with her karma. So this is what awaits him these days. In addition to Huanlan's two jobs, how can they also be the same as Baoyu, so every time they want to compose poems, they must call the three of them together to compose a poem.

Without further ado. Let's say that Jia Zheng ordered the three of him to hang a song each, and whoever succeeds first will be rewarded, and the best one will be rewarded. Jia Huan and Jia Lan have recently composed a few songs in front of many people, and their courage is too strong. For a while, Jia Lan had it first. Jia Huansheng is afraid that he will be behind. Both of them have been recorded, and Baoyu is still fascinated. Jia Zheng and everyone look at the two of them. Jia Lan is a seven-word poem, which reads:

Concubine general Lin Siniang, jade for muscles, bones, iron for intestines,

After donating his body to report to Queen Heng, Qingzhou is also fragrant on this day.

When all the guests saw it, they all praised it: "The little brother is like this at the age of thirteen, but he knows the origin of his family, and he is really not false." Jia Zheng smiled: "It's still difficult for him to quarrel with a child." Looking at Jia Huan again, it is the first five words, which reads:

The red powder doesn't know the sorrow, and the general is not resting.

Cover up and leave the embroidery curtain, and hold a grudge out of Qingzhou.

self-proclaimed reward Wang De, and can revenge.

Who inscribes the tomb of loyalty, the eternal love.

The crowd said, "Better." It's a few years older, and the idea is different. Jia Zheng said: "It's not a big mistake, it's not sincere." The crowd said, "That's it." The third master is only two years older, and when he was not crowned, he took a lot of work, and in a few years, I am afraid that it will not be Da Ruan and Xiao Ruan. Jia Zhengdao: "It's over." It's just a mistake to refuse to read. He asked Baoyu how he was. Everyone said: "The second master is carefully carved, and it must be romantic and sad again, which is not the same." Baoyu said with a smile: "This topic doesn't seem to be close to the body, and it must be in ancient style, or a song or line, a long song, to be sincere." When everyone heard this, they all nodded and clapped their hands, saying: "I said that he has a different idea! Just like a tailor, when it is not cut, it must be measured. this topic. The name is >, and there is a preface, this must be a combination of long songs. Or imitate the white lotte >, or imitate the ancient words, half narration and half chanting, fluent and elegant, and can be close to the wonderful. When Jia Zheng heard this, he also agreed with him, so he picked up his pen and asked for it to be written on the paper, and smiled at Baoyu and said, "In this way, you read and I write." Oh no, I'll beat your meat. Who allowed you to speak up first!" Baoyu had to read a sentence, and the Tao was:

King Heng is martial and lustful, Jia Zheng wrote to see it,

Shaking his head, he said, "Vulgar." A scene of Bin said: "If you want to be like this, it's not coarse." Look at what lies underneath him. Jia Zheng said: "Gu Cunzhi." Baoyu said again:

Then he taught the beautiful woman to learn riding and shooting. The song and dance are not happy,

Arrays are self-satisfied. Jia Zheng wrote, and everyone said: "Only this third sentence is simple and old, and it is wonderful." These four sentences are flat and the most appropriate. Jia Zhengdao: "Hugh Mu will be rewarded, and it depends on how it turns." Baoyu read:

There is no dust in front of him, and the general's shadow is in the red light.

When everyone heard these two sentences, they all shouted: "Wonderful! What a 'no dust rises'! and another sentence "in the red light of the pretty shadow", with words and sentences, all of them have become deified. Baoyu said:

When you smell the fragrance of your tongue, the frost spear and snow sword are difficult to lift.

When everyone heard this, they clapped their hands and laughed: "Yifa has drawn it." On that day, I dared to be Bao Gong also here, see his delicate and smell his fragrance? Otherwise, how considerate is this. Baoyu said with a smile: "The boudoir practices martial arts, let it be brave, how can it be like a man." You don't need to ask to know the shape of cowardice. Jia Zheng said: "Don't continue soon, you have something to say again." Baoyu had to think about it again and read:

Lilac knot hibiscus tapestry,

Everyone said: "Turn 'silk', 'Xiao' rhyme, it's even better, this is fluent and fluttering." And this sentence is also beautiful and beautiful. Jia Zheng wrote it and said: "This sentence is not good. I have already written that 'the tongue is fragrant' and 'delicate and difficult to lift', so why bother. This is not to add strength, so these piles of goods are used to prevaricate. Baoyu said with a smile: "The long song must also be embellished with some words, otherwise it will feel sluggish." Jia Zheng said: "You only care about using these, but how can you turn to martial affairs under this sentence? If you say two more words, wouldn't it be a snake's foot." Baoyu said: "In this way, the next sentence is stopped, and you can think about it." Jia Zheng sneered: "How much skill do you have? I said a loose sentence that opened the door widely, and now I want to say it again, don't you have more than enough heart and less strength." When Baoyu heard this, he lowered his head and thought for a while, and said:

It is not a pearl sword.

Hurriedly asked: "Can this sentence be returned?" Everyone applauded. Jia Zheng wrote, looked at it and smiled: "Let's let it go, and then continue." Baoyu said: "If I make it, I will go down in a fit of anger." If I can't do it, I'll think of other meanings and phrase it again. When Jia Zheng heard this, he shouted: "If it's not good, I'll do it again, I'll make ten hundred articles, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to work hard!" When Baoyu heard this, he had to think for a while, and then read:

After the war, he was timid, and the grease stains were stained.

Jia Zhengdao: "Another paragraph. What's down there?" Baoyu Road:

Next year, the rogue will go to Shandong, and the tigers and leopards will be swallowed like bees.

The crowd said: "What a word 'go'! And the whole sentence is not shoehorny. Baoyu read again:

The king led the heavenly soldiers to think of extermination, and the first battle was unsuccessful.

The fishy wind blows the Longtou wheat, and the sun shines on the flag and the tiger tent is empty.

The green mountains are lonely and the water is full of water, and it is when King Heng died in battle.

The rain drenches the grass with white bones and blood, and the moon is cold and the yellow sand ghosts guard the corpse.

Everyone said: "Wonderful, wonderful! The layout, the narrative, the rhetoric, everything is beautiful." Let's see how to get to Siniang, there will be another wonderful sentence. Baoyu read again:

The soldiers only protect themselves, and Qingzhou sees dust,

Unexpectedly loyal and righteous Ming Boudoir, angry King Heng is proud.

Everyone said: "It's tactful." Jia Zheng said: "It's too much, I'm only afraid of being burdensome." Bao Yu Nai read again:

King Heng proudly counts who can do it, the concubine general Lin Siniang,

ordered Qin Ji to drive Zhao Nu, and Yan Li and Tao came to the battlefield.

The embroidered saddle has tears and spring sorrow, and the iron armor is silent and the night is cold.

The victory or defeat is naturally difficult to predict, and the oath of life and death will be reported to the former king.

The thieves are rampant and invincible, and the willow folded flowers can be injured,

The soul is close to the hometown of Chengguo, and the horse is fragrant with rouge and bone marrow.

Xingchi reported to the Beijing Division, whose children are not sad!

The Son of Heaven panicked and hated to lose, and at this time, both civil and military bowed their heads.

What is the civil and military dynasty, not as good as Lin Siniang in the boudoir!

I am too long for Siniang, and I am still wandering after the song.

After reading it, everyone praised it and watched it from the beginning. Jia Zheng smiled: "Although I said a few words, I was not very sincere in the end. He said, "Go." As if they had been forgiven, the three went out together, and went back to their rooms.

Everyone said nothing but a good night's rest. The only Baoyu was sad, returned to the garden, and suddenly saw the hibiscus on the pond, remembering that the little maid said that Qingwen was the god of hibiscus, and she didn't feel that she liked it again, but she looked at the hibiscus and sighed for a while.