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Shi Xiangyun has always been known as a poetry lunatic, always disregarding everything for poetry.At this time, she couldn't help but dragged Lin Daiyu over, and the two walked to the table together to comment on the chrysanthemum poems made by everyone.Daiyu had something on her mind, so she just looked at it hastily, shaking her head secretly in her heart while watching, and didn't show it to the outside, but Xiangyun was restless, her disappointment was beyond words.

Miss Hou's family didn't have much contact with Jia's family and Shi's family at first, just because she knew that Jia's family had a noble concubine, and the royal relatives and relatives were having a hot scene. People, we will definitely be able to take care of each other in the future, so I clicked through the posts one by one, and invited them all, with the intention of being lively.But she never expected that Yao Jing, who never attended the banquet, would suddenly appear with Sun Mu and Baochai, which was quite out of tune with the whole atmosphere. Now it is so easy for someone to propose a poem, which is her specialty. Unexpectedly, the two girls Jia Jia and Shi Jia , Shaking his head while reading it, isn't his poem worthy of their admiration and admiration?

Thinking this way in Miss Hou's heart, her confidant companion, Miss Hu, had already spoken quickly and spoken out the bottom of her heart for her.Ms. Hu's family background is slightly inferior, and she usually relies on Ms. Hou to support her, so she naturally spares no effort to serve as a foil for such occasions.Seeing Shi Xiangyun's face full of disappointment, he smiled and asked, "Ms. Shi, why can't she just read and talk? Could it be that you can't see the poems written by all the girls?"

When Ms. Hu said this, the girls from other families began to squint at Shi Xiangyun and became dissatisfied with Shi Xiangyun.Their poetic talents may be high or low, but the poems written by racking their brains are actually cast aside by others, and they are naturally unhappy.

"Speaking of which, Miss Smith and Miss Lin haven't written poems yet? With such a beautiful day and beautiful scenery, how can they do without poems?" Some girls came out to challenge them.

"That's right. Miss Smith and Miss Lin have high vision. If you think about it, they must have a beautiful heart. They can write a few poems in one go, and their skills may surprise everyone." Another girl said.

Shi Xiangyun loves poetry very much, and he was eager to try it at first, but seeing that Tanchun, Baochai, Daiyu and others were all missing, he felt very lonely, and it was not good to fight alone. Excited, she suddenly became overwhelmed with pride, immediately picked up the pen, and after a little deliberation, it was a poem: "Don't move the precious gold from the garden, one clump is light and the other is deep. Xiao Shuli sat with his head next to him, hugging his knees in the cool fragrance. Yin. There is no king who is proud of the world, it seems that I am the only bosom friend. Don't let the autumn light go by, and it is better to cherish every inch of shade."

After writing the eight lines of poems, Xiangyun suddenly felt a little weird, and wondered in her heart: "It's so strange, but these lines of poems seem to have been written before." At first, she suspected that she had read too many poems and used them casually. I didn't know the sentence of the predecessors, but I saw Lin Daiyu's face next to me, and then I saw the shocked expressions of the girls around me, so I knew it was not.

In fact, these eight lines of poems are exactly the "Dairy Chrysanthemum" written by Xiangyun in the Chrysanthemum Society in Baochai's previous life memory.As the saying goes, articles are made by nature, and you can get them by chance.Xiangyun's temperament coincides with this poem, so in different time and space, she is able to touch this wonderful opportunity many times, and at the same time has a feeling of déjà vu.

"This poem... this poem..." The noble ladies who had originally intended to run on Xiangyun could no longer speak.Some of them have not read many books at all. It seems that in such occasions, they can only be silent or echo what others say; others come from noble families and have read the four books and five classics. Conscience, a good work that has already been published as an epigram is a work that is not popular.Obviously, Shi Xiangyun's poetry was far superior to theirs, so that they didn't know what to say for a while.

"I don't know if this poem has a title?" The noble lady who has a good poem asked sincerely.

"This—" Xiangyun was at a loss for words for a while.When she wrote poems, she only cared about enjoying herself, as for the title of the poem, it was secondary.Just as Tang poems are full of titles such as "Send Du Shaofu to Shuzhou", the highlights of many poems are not titles at all, most of them are mediocre narrations, and the documentary fits the scene.

"Why don't we call it "Duiju"." Baochai's voice came from far and near.When everyone circulated Shi Xiangyun's poem in silence, Baochai just arrived with Tanchun.She was also very surprised when she saw this poem, and even felt the irresistibility of some fate.All of a sudden, an indescribable feeling came to her heart, which made her unable to bear awe and fear, but subconsciously tried to resist resistance.

""Dairy Chrysanthemum"! Yes, "Dairy Chrysanthemum"!" Shi Xiangyun lived up to the title of "Poem Crazy" and said excitedly, "Sister Bao, you really are my bosom friend! Wonderful! Wonderful!"

Baochai remained calm, and as soon as she pulled out her sleeve from Xiangyun's hand, Daiyu suddenly smiled and said: "I also wrote a poem with reluctance, but I don't know if I can get into the Fang family's eyes. After I wrote it, everyone just made fun of it." . " While talking with a smile, the pen is like a dragon and a snake, and it is done in one stroke.

Xiangyun looked excited, snatched the poem quickly, and read aloud: "If you want to hear about the autumn love, no one knows it, and you knock on the east fence with your hands behind your back. Who will hide with you if you are alone? Is it too late for the same flower to bloom? Pulu Tingshuang How lonely? Can lovesickness be lost in the return home? Don’t say that there is no one to talk about in the world, why don’t you just talk for a while.”

The name of this poem is "Ask the Chrysanthemum". When the Chrysanthemum Society discussed it in the past, this poem was still ranked above "Dairy Chrysanthemum".After eight lines of poetry came out, everyone was silent for a while.Ms. Hou's complexion was ashen, and her heart was full of annoyance. She mobilized the crowd and worked hard to get the limelight. She posted posts, served wine, and invited everyone to enjoy the chrysanthemums. Poems are indispensable, but the last ones who get the limelight are those who seem to dismiss the poetry competition, write a poem at a very fast speed, and hand in the paper easily because of their words.

"Sister Bao has a lot of skill in naming her poems. I can't blame Sister Yun for praising you. But I don't know if Sister Bao has a title for my poem?" Daiyu quietly looked at Baochai with her eyes, like a smile It's not a smile, it's like anger or joy.

Baochai didn't hesitate. "Who will hide alone if you are proud of the world? It's too late for the same flower to bloom? How lonely is the frost in the garden? Can you love each other when you return home?" These four poems seemed to be thundering in her ears.It doesn't seem to be the chrysanthemum who is asking, but she is asking.But what could she answer?

"This poem is called "Ask the Chrysanthemum." Baochai said.

Daiyu couldn't help but added the title of the poem "Wen Chrysanthemum" on the top of the eight lines of poem, and then directly stuffed the pen in her hand to Baochai.

"Sister Yun and I have both written poems. If Sister Bao doesn't write poems, wouldn't it be a disappointment to our friendship?" Daiyu said directly.

Baochai really couldn't arouse the interest in writing poems.In this life, she was overwhelmed by the foreseeable misery of the future, and her poetry was completely lost.She feels that she is a pragmatic and philistine businessman who has lost all aura, is full of hope and is often exhausted by reality.She didn't even have anyone to talk to.Sometimes, she felt that Daiyu was her only confidant, as long as she looked into Daiyu's eyes quietly without saying a word, her heart would be inexplicably quieter; but sometimes, she felt that Daiyu was simply It was the magic star she hit, Daiyu's clear eyes were like a mirror, reflecting her embarrassment, her melancholy, and her powerlessness.

Baochai felt that the poetry in her life was worn out by reality.Fortunately, she was innocent in her previous life and had many wonderful fantasies.So whenever she had to bite the bullet and make up poems, she could still make up the number with things from her previous life.

Baochai took the pen from Daiyu's hand and directly wrote the title:

""Recalling Chrysanthemums" Looking at the west wind and thinking about it, when the red reeds are white and heartbroken. The empty fence and the old garden have no trace of autumn, and the thin moon is clear and frosty. Dreams have knowledge. The thoughts and thoughts go back to the wild goose, and a few sit and listen to the evening anvil. Take pity on me for the yellow flower disease, and comfort the Chongyang Festival.”

In the Chrysanthemum Club in the previous life, "Ode to Chrysanthemum" came first, "Ask the Chrysanthemum" came second, and "Dream of Chrysanthemum" came third. These three poems were all written by Daiyu, so Daiyu is the well-deserved leader of the Chrysanthemum Club.Immediately behind these three poems are Tanchun's poems and Xiangyun's "Dairy Chrysanthemums". Baochai's "Recalling Chrysanthemums" ranks eighth, and the overall ranking is only higher than Jia Baoyu's.But at that time, she didn't plan to show her talent in poetry and prose, so that Lin Daiyu would be impressed, and she didn't do it seriously, otherwise, the title of the chrysanthemum poems in the Chrysanthemum Club would be written by her the night before, if she wanted to win the first prize, she would have to deliberate all night After a while, there are a few more epigrams, and it is not enough to make only two of the twelve chrysanthemum poems, which is the least number of poems written by the chrysanthemum club.

Baochai chose this poem to make up the number, and she didn't intend to be unconventional, relying on poetry to overwhelm the crowd, but it was just to respond to Daiyu's request.The reason why I chose "Recalling Chrysanthemums", ranked eighth in the Chrysanthemum Club, instead of "Painting Chrysanthemums", which is also written by Baochai and ranked seventh, is because "Recalling Chrysanthemums" has a vague meaning of answering "Questioning Chrysanthemums".Asking but not answering, until this feeling can be recalled, Baochai has actually euphemistically expressed her reluctance and helplessness.

However, Daiyu's reaction to this poem was still beyond Baochai's expectation.Daiyu looked at the poem, as if she had seen a ghost, immediately changed her color, staggered a few steps, and murmured: "Whoever pity me for the yellow flower disease, comforting the Double Ninth Festival! Who pity me for the yellow flower disease, There will be a time for the Consolation Double Ninth Festival! Well, there will be a time for the Consolation Double Ninth Festival!" After a few words, he closed his eyes tightly, and fell back on his back.

Baochai quickly went to help her, and pulled her hard, so that she didn't fall down, but the banquet was already in chaos.

Sun Mu stared at the poem written by Baochai, read it over and over again, and asked Baochai in a low voice after a while, "Who pities me for the yellow flower disease, and comforts me that there will be a date for Chongyang Festival? Baochai, why do you think of writing it?" These two sentences? I know that you are suffering in your heart, but why is she not suffering in her heart? The news from the palace earlier said that the day of giving the marriage is the day of the Double Ninth Festival. What do you mean by saying that?"

When Baochai was reminded by Sun Mu, her complexion suddenly changed: "I... I really forgot about it." Her eyes were full of bitterness.