"The eyebrows are dark and the smoke is green, but I still painted yesterday; the finger rings are cold, but who is warm today? The leftover medicine in the cauldron is still..."

This sacrificial text has more than 1,600 words!

Xue Baochai and Baoyu have been with each other for many years and have a deep understanding of his literary skills, but have never seen him as talented as he is.

With such sincere feelings, Sister Lin may not be able to do this!

It is hard to compare with Lin Daiyu and Xue Baochai can accept it, but even a Qin Zhong who has been dead for several years is even different...

"Hmph~!"

Just as Baoyu finished reciting the eulogy and was about to insert the three chopsticks into the snow pile, Xue Baochai snorted heavily and left with her sleeves.

Jia Baoyu, who had been alcoholic for a long time, had no idea about this, and he inserted his chopsticks into the snow and started crying Qin Zhong.

Xue Pan, who was also drunk, also howled along the way, completely forgot his original purpose and his brother-in-law's identity and position.

Jiao Shun watched Baochai go away from the corner of her eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Just now, he speculated that Xiren, who was unwilling to give up, would probably call Baochai, so he deliberately aroused Baoyu's emotions, and the bet was indeed the right bet!

What was even more unexpected was that Baoyu's writing exploded at this time and wrote a sacrificial article with extraordinary performance. The better the effect of this sacrificial article, the deeper it hurts Baochai!

Say...

The direction Xue Baochai left in anger seemed to be not leading to the back house.

Seeing Xue Pan and Baoyu holding each other's arms and crying, Jiao Shun quietly took a few steps back and called Xiren, who was at a loss, and asked her to take care of Baoyu on the pretext of saying that she wanted to go there for convenience.

Then he pretended to be drunk and blended into the night with one step deep and one step shallow.
Chapter completed!