Honglouchun

PS: The second thing is that I didn’t realize it until late at night. My wife’s birthday is today, and I was in a cold sweat……

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Chapter 648 Jane is in the heart of the emperor!

Xiaotangshan, Taoyuan.

When Jia Qiang came back, it was past midnight.

When he had dinner at Liu's house, his uncle and nephew drank a lot of wine.

However, although he was not here today, it obviously did not affect the fun of others.

Maybe it's because the master and wife of the family are not there, and the rest of the people are actually more stubborn.

When it was all over, they were still joking around the bonfire.

Beside the big bonfire, there were even a few wooden tables with pens, ink, paper and inkstones on them, and dozens of sheets of paper filled with words.

Just now, they actually came to a poetry meeting...

Seeing Jia Qiang come back, Baochai smiled shyly and said, "Put them away quickly, don't let them look at you."

When the sisters heard the words, they were busy laughing and putting away their calligraphy.

Jia Qiang looked sideways at Mou Chai and asked, "With my literary talent, can I not look down upon you?"

Baochai blushed, and said with a smile, "Of course not, it's just that Brother Qiang has a very high literary talent. Our sisters' playful works are afraid of being laughed at. But there is one work that Brother Qiang must not miss."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the last few pages of paper on the wooden table, folded them together, and handed them to Jia Qiang.

Jia Qiang's gaze fell on her snow-like wrist, and Baochai, who noticed it, blushed even more, and gave Jia Qiang a look of shame.

Jia Qiang thought to herself that she was upright, so she just admired it, took the paper as if nothing had happened, glanced at it, and recited softly:

"The east wind is soft outside the peach blossom curtain, and the morning makeup is lazy inside the peach blossom curtain.

Outside the curtain, there are people inside the peach blossom curtain, and people are not far from the peach blossoms.

The east wind deliberately lifts the curtain, and the flowers want to peek at others, but the curtain does not roll up.

The peach blossom curtain is still open, and the people in the curtain are thinner than the peach blossoms. "

He murmured, and said, "This poem must not have been written by Sister Xue."

Baochai was furious when she heard the words, and gritted her teeth and spat, "A brother Qiang? A girl Lin? You two are no longer good people."

After all, he turned around and went back to sit.

Sister Feng laughing loudly?The sisters almost went crazy with joy.

When Daiyu got up early and wrote "The people in the curtain are thinner than peach blossoms"?I have already teased Baochai once, didn't I expect?When Jia Qiang came back in the evening, she made fun of her again.

Jia Qiang put away the paper and put it away?Fang smiled at Baochai: "Sister Xue... no? Sister Bao! You have misunderstood me. I mean, this poem is poetic and lazy, full of agility, full of beautiful talents, and it is not something that ordinary people can write ..."

Baochai:"……"

Xiangyun couldn't get angry?Spit: "Brother Qiang must have been drunk? Sister Kua Lin is. Why do you say that Sister Bao is not good?"

Jia Qiang laughed and said, "What's this called? When did I say that Sister Bao was wrong? I didn't finish my sentence. I meant that Sister Lin's goodness is different from Sister Bao's. Sister Lin is like that, but Sister Bao's is good." The poem... I haven't seen it yet, so it's hard to say."

Tanchun stepped forward and snatched the poem from Baochai, whose face turned paler from anger?To Jia Qiang said: "You see it and say it!"

After Jia Qiang took it, she recited:

"Looking at the west wind and thinking about it? When Polygonum red and reed white are heartbroken.

There is no trace of autumn in the old garden with empty fences, and the thin moon is clear and the frost is dreaming.

Niannianxin follows the wild goose?Few sit and listen to the night anvil idiot.

Who pity me for the yellow flower disease, comfort words Chongyang will have a period. "

When to recite?Baochai turned her eyes lightly?looked over.

Jia Qiang made a "tsk tsk" sound?Praise: "It's amazing, it's amazing!"

Baochai:"……"

Tanchun and Xiangyun were also angry: "Is this the end?"

Jia Qiang laughed and said, "You must read this poem several times before you know the true meaning."

"Then Brother Qiang has the true meaning?"

Baochai asked in person.

Not far away, Sister Feng was asking Keqing in a low voice, "What did Bao girl write?"

After Ke Qing whispered a few words in her ear, Sister Feng's red phoenix eyes suddenly became a half-smile.

I heard Jia Qiang say: "When I read this poem for the first time, I must be touched by the loneliness and hatred in my eyes. But if I read it again, especially the last sentence, 'Who pities me for the yellow flower disease, the consolation will be on the Double Ninth Festival'. Read and understand Sister Bao. Throughout the whole article, only the last words "Chongyang will have a period of comfort" are hers, while the worries, resentments, and heartbroken misery in the front are the chrysanthemums of the past...Huh? What Sister Lin wrote is Peach blossom, how does sister Bao write chrysanthemum?"

Baochai still ignored him, and Tanchun said with a smile, "I went to that mountain today to see the maple forest, and saw many ruined wild chrysanthemums by the roadside... Brother Qiang, you really understand sister Bao."

Xiangyun also giggled, and asked again: "Why did Brother Qiang drink so much wine today? He also called Sister Bao Chengbao!"

While everyone laughed, Baochai blushed and wanted to arrest Xiangyun, but Xiangyun begged for mercy.

Jia Qiang looked at Baochai with a smile, and said, "Because I'm happy."

"how?"

Sister Feng asked.

Jia Qiang looked at her sitting with Keqing, brilliantly embroidered, like a pair of fairy concubines, her eyes were getting hotter, but she could still be herself, he smiled and said: "The troublemaker of the Wang family is gone today. It can be half quiet."

Sister Feng was startled when she heard the words, then she was shocked and stood up.

Baochai, Tanchun, etc. all looked horrified, and Sister Feng said anxiously: "Qiang'er, you say my uncle..."

In the past, she followed Jia's side and called Wang Ziteng uncle, but now she calls him back.

Jia Qiang nodded and said: "Just before I came back, I got a letter. The Wang family hung up a white paper for the funeral. Mrs. Wang Ziteng fell down and broke her head. After being in a coma for two days, treatment was useless and she passed away."

Yingchun said angrily: "Although she has many bad things, Brother Qiang shouldn't say that she is happy about it, the dead are always the greatest."

Jia Qiang shook her head and said: "I will be sad when the person who was kind to me dies. I will sympathize with the death of the person who has nothing to do with me, neither good nor evil. If the person who was evil to me dies, what else should I say? The dead are the big ones, isn’t it a waste of my sympathy and kindness by ignoring right and wrong? When a man is in the world, he should stand upright and have a clear distinction between grievances and grievances!"