Everyone stared at Jia Cong. Jia Cong in the corner didn't think about it, or thought deeply, slowly lifting sandalwood chopsticks to pick up food and eat.

In wealthy families, especially wealthy families, a word of drinking or a poem can tell a person's depth. Generally speaking, in ancient times, no matter the poor and rich, there were their own games at banquets. The rich were elegant and the poor became popular. However, Liu Laolao was able to communicate with the rich when she was drinking in the Grand View Garden.

For example, Li Wan gave the title "There is no inheritance of Guanyin in a family", Shi Xiangyun failed to answer, and Lin Daiyu answered correctly "at the end of the highest good". This is a very high requirement for an ancient man. First of all, he needs to read the four books carefully, and secondly, he must understand the collection of the four books. "In the end of the end", "at the end of the Guanyin," and the supreme kindness is "the inheritance of the aristocratic family", which can be attributed to Sima Qian's original and aristocratic family.

Those who are not familiar with the anecdotes are naturally like falling into the fog of five miles, like Xue Pan who is ignorant of learning and ignorant, who only says, "My daughter is sad, and if she marrys a man, she is a turtle", and she is ridiculed by others.

Of course, because the rich people's drinking style is too elegant, they are not born to be able to do it, but are influenced by them since childhood. For ordinary people, they lack interest, and the same is true for couplets.

Jia Cong couldn't help but remembered that he came to this world for no reason six years ago. He worked hard to integrate into this circle. But to put it bluntly, these things are useless to reality, so he would communicate with wealthy families.

Jia Baoyu's lips and teeth are white: "If you can't take it, you will have to punish yourself for three cups."

"Slow." Jia Cong twisted his body. Because the wound of the court stick had not yet been completely healed, he could only sit half of his butt and said casually: "My heart is broken but not completely broken, but I feel sorry for you. My heart is broken and my sadness is the way to stay in the world."

This is a pun, and the wandering son has a long way to stop him. No one can understand the feeling of being a human in two lifetimes except himself.

Jia Xichun's eyes rolled: "How is it?"

Lin Daiyu exclaimed: "The beginning, inheritance, transformation, continuity, level, imaginary, and reality. Regardless of the poem, it is nothing more than these eight words. The title is correct. Since it is "Shu Wu Ci", of course I have to think about you, and I want to break it until it is broken. After all, I have finished what Sister Bao said, how can I turn it down?"

The difficulty of the couplet poem can be said to be more difficult than the riddle. Although this slogan does not limit the rhyme, it is necessary to rhyme on both sides. The level and the real cannot be violated in all kinds of taboos. They must be thought of in just a few seconds. You can imagine the speed of the brain.

In fact, Jia Cong's four sentences are still the idea of ​​the eight-legged essay. He was born into a famous eight-legged essay. His poems since the Ming Dynasty have all had this characteristic. The eight-legged essays have heavy traces and lack spirituality. From this point of view, the eight-legged essays have really poisoned the ages, and the poems of the Ming and Qing dynasties cannot surpass the Tang and Song dynasties.

Jia Tanchun said: "How can one who can write an imperial poem about Yuefu in front of the emperor of Renhua Palace be rare? It's the second brother of Bao's turn."

Shi Xiangyun was already impatient: "Second brother! Hurry up, I have it!"

Jia Baoyu is very boring and finds it boring.

It’s not that he has no talent. "The Lotus Daughter Eulogy" and "The Legend of the Cong" are all talented, but they cannot be too restricted. Otherwise, like the poems of the Grand View Garden Poetry Club, Jia Baoyu is at the end. Jia Cong is worthy of being a eight-part artist, and he blocks the road very much after receiving the title, which makes Jia Baoyu think about it for a long time: "I scream in the sky, and I send you Zhengyi... Zhengyi..."

"Oh!" Shi Xiangyun slapped the table in a hurry: "I screamed at the geese in the sky, I'll send you a wardrobe; wait for the wardrobe to keep warm, don't fly to others."

"Second Master Bao, Miss Shi, have violated the order, and I will punish myself for three cups." Jia Baoyu pointed his finger like a mandarin duck and onion tube, and drank it reluctantly. Shi Xiangyun said happily: "No! No! It was the second brother who violated the order first. Please change it from me, and each person said a few words."

Everyone also thought this was good, so Xing Xiuyan continued lightly: "See you in the world, don't say that you are sad."

"Good transfer!" Lin Daiyu slapped the table. Jia Yingchun and Jia Xichun couldn't think of it for a moment. Jia Tanchun continued: "Your husband is like asking, and I wish you will be as good as yours."

Jia Mu was so complicated that she could not tell. Even though she didn't understand poetry very well, she could see that Jia Baoyu was not as good as Jia Cong. In terms of poetry, Jia Cong's "The Imperial Title of the Imperial Palace in Renhua Palace as Huang Chao" has spread all over the world. Jia Zheng wrote a letter to say, "This poem can still be recited by children in the Chinese plains, but Cong'er is now a scholar in the country." In terms of eight-legged essays, Jia Baoyu was not a scholar, but only knew how to play and picky. Jia Cong had a model of proficiency in both county and township halls, which became a work of scholars today. In terms of the way to deal with things, let alone Jia Baoyu...

Did I really see the wrong view of this old woman?

However, she can't change anything now. The one who has the most hope to support the Jia family is Jia Cong, and only Jia Cong. If it were in the past, she would have to show displeasure, but today it is different.

"I won't come to the poem, Sister Zhu will follow." Wang Xifeng is just a passerby in such an occasion. She really doesn't know how to tell a joke.

Li Wan didn't think much: "I don't care about it, but I know that I am sad and worried."

This was becoming more and more uncontrollable. Li Wen and Li Qi would rather drink, but were stopped by Lin Daiyu: "My husband is worried and can easily become sick, and I am sad about my nature."

"My husband is worried and makes me sick, and I am sad about my nature..." Jia Baoyu thought in a daze: "Is this what Lin Meimei herself?"

Xue Baoqin looked out the window with her eyes: "The full moon is like a mirror, and the appearance of my concubine is left in the mirror."

Shi Xiangyun's impatient attitude disregarded the rules: "Yuanming shines on my mother and I want to shine on you, but you should want to stay in the mirror."

"It tastes a bit like "Spring River Moon Night". "Jia Cong smiled and said, "The two were 10,000 miles apart, but fortunately they met when they had a shadow."

Yuanyang didn't care about them anymore, so Xue Baochai replied: "Wu Da I turned into a shadow, and I will talk to my husband in the middle of the moon?"

"Sister Bao is feeling aroused?" Lin Daiyu finished: "The poor full moon sometimes vanishes, and my shadows are gone."

Shi Xiangyun was disappointed: "Why is Sister Lin's couplet so sad?"

"This is her style. Isn't it like this in "The Song of Burial Flowers" and "The Song of Autumn Window Wind and Rain"?" Jia Cong said: "Baochai is different from her. One is half-rolled and half-closed the door, and the other is to take care of her beauty and cover the door during the day."

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In the Imperial Garden behind the Daming Palace, there is a gorgeous dragon boat walking on the blue waves. The cold winter only cuts the cold plum blossoms bloom alone. When the dragon boat arrives at the Liluan Palace on the west side, he hears the sound of the strings of the piano.

"Who is the deep courtyard of the palace and the inner courtyard?" Emperor Yongle stood on the bow of the boat, covering his head and ears with warm ears, and said unhappy.

The boat was decked with red mud, and the green ants were newly roasted wine. The virtuous concubine Jia Yuanchun held a glass of warm wine: "Your Majesty, the Liluan Palace and the Lifeng Palace are where the concubines of the previous dynasty lived. When I entered the palace, I was a female historian. I was lucky enough to enter the Twenty-Fourth Division of the Six Bureaus and had entered these two places. The one who played the piano was the former dynasty concubine, because I was unable to be awarded the title of Concubine..."

"How old is this Concubine Zhuang?" Emperor Yongle was distracted.

Jia Yuanchun said strangely: "It should be only in the twenty years."

At the beginning, his eldest son, Prince Yizhong, had an affair with his concubine. Emperor Yongle was angry and sent the concubine into the washing clothes bureau. He was abused by female officials throughout his life. However, his Ling family lineage was greedy and lustful. However, in front of the concubine, Emperor Yongle was embarrassed to go in and turned back. The eunuch of the six palaces and the chief supervisor of the Internal Affairs Office, Xia Shouzhong bowed his back to follow him. An eunuch came in and whispered. Xia Shouzhong preached: "Master, Henan Xuezheng Jia Zheng came to Beijing to report his work, and was kneeling outside the palace."

"It's deep winter, I'll tell him not to see him. Let's go back to celebrate the New Year." Emperor Yongle waved his sleeves and his eyes were faint: "My beloved concubine, I am thinking of your father. Today I will give you a glass of good wine."

In the palace of Liluan, a female palace in a genius dress was holding a cloth in her hand and bringing it in: "Concubine Zhuang, this is what the Empress Dowager rewards you."

Concubine Zhuang, beside the Qin desk, stood up and knelt down and answered: "I wonder why the Empress Dowager rewarded me?"

Na Gong Zheng sneered: "As a concubine in the previous dynasty, seducing the emperor of the current dynasty, do you still want to live?"
Chapter completed!