[Red Chamber] Daiyu Reborn

All the people have arrived, and the topic has been drawn up. As for the name of the Poetry Club, it is called Yuehe Society after the most capricious little princess.

The others didn't have any objections, but Yun Nuo puffed up his cheeks and muttered in a low voice: "I will listen to you for whatever reason."

Nongyue glanced over, "Do you want one?" It seemed that Grand Tutor Zhen had been muttering two days ago that the sixth prince must never play truant again, otherwise, he would be ashamed to stay in the palace to teach anymore!

Yun Nuo pursed his lips, not looking at her angrily.

Xiao Ruofu hurriedly said with a smile to everyone: "With the name of the club, you'd better come up with a nickname for yourself. It doesn't look interesting to write your own name on it."

Everyone thought about it, and after a while, they all finished writing. Among them, the one who played the moon was "Yueyue Ren", Yun Ya was "Hongqiao Ke", Yun Nuo was "Qingtian Xiaoyaoshi", and Zhen Hualian was "Feishuang Jiangyou" , and, probably to thank Lan Yiqian for helping her fine the glass of wine, Zhen Hualian also gave Lan Yiqian an elegant name, "Lantian Yanqing".

Only Daiyu wanted to be called "Concubine Xiaoxiang" in her previous life, but then she thought about it: there is a prince, a grandson, and a young prince here. After writing the poems and essays, they must be sent back to the palace to be seen by others. It is inevitable that such attacks will be made.Having made up her mind, Daiyu erased the word "Concubine" and covered her mouth with a smile: Xiaoxiangzi listened a little more generously, not for the concubine of Xiang, but enjoying the elegant Han Xiangdi, isn't it a way of speaking and a way of living?

Xiao Ruofan waited for them to finish writing, and took out a paperweight out of nowhere, used it as a gavel, and patted the table lightly, "Today, I am the supervisor of poetry competition, and when I join the club, I follow the rules. No matter who you are, the time for a stick of incense will end at the end of the day, and you are not allowed to whisper, look left and right, let alone wait for an opportunity to flip through the book, or find someone to write for you, understand?"

Yun Nuo wailed as soon as he finished speaking: "So strict? Hey, you won't be restricted to rhyme?"

Xiao Ruofan shook his head, and said with a smile: "There is no restriction on the rhyme or body, just chant the moon, but you don't have to use the moon as the title—the word 'month' is too big, you may not be able to write it well. Qijue in ancient style Qilu, even lyrics, as long as you want to write, you can." A few children are playing, and it's not a scientific examination, so there is no need to be so polite.

"Really?" Yun Nuo seemed to come alive all of a sudden, and hurried to write, because Xiao Ruofan reminded him with a smirk: "But there is only one stick of incense, don't waste time."

Everyone no longer spoke, or thought hard, or thought like a spring, and wrote like a flower.Only Lan Yiqian sat on the sidelines contentedly, eating snacks and drinking fruit wine, helping them watch the time and pushing the progress, while peeling a table full of nut shells, "cracking" with the little squirrel.According to the jokes of Nong Yue and the others, Lan Yiqian is a girl with a big heart and a fat body.

Daiyu's speed is very fast, almost in a single stroke. After a closer look, there is no dissatisfaction. She is covering her mouth and laughing happily. Suddenly, a fragrant yellow and orange roasted chestnuts with shells removed are brought to her mouth. Daiyu subconsciously "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Seeing that Daiyu had eaten, Lan Yiqian didn't speak, so as not to disturb the train of thought of the others, she swayed like a duckling to the side of Zhen Hualian who had also finished writing, and fed her some snacks.

Daiyu followed her gaze, and sure enough, she met that scrutinizing gaze again, this time even with a hint of provocation——Daiyu chewed the sweet and fragrant chestnuts, feeling even more inexplicable in her heart. Do you know the girl from the Zhen family?

At this moment, Xiao Ruofan suddenly tapped on the paperweight and coughed: "It's time."

Everyone stopped writing one after another, put each other's works together, and took a closer look——

Playing the moon and making the moon elegant (Enjoying the moon)

Shake the light and wine to melt the cold night, enjoy the moon and elegant people invite friends.

Compared with Taibai, he has affection, but not as much as Dongpo's view of no hatred.

The moon streams in Huaguang and the jade bowl is rinsed, and the osmanthus and Yao branches are tied to the fragrant luan.

Swipe ink to chat to comfort tonight, and wish Yao and Shun to sing oral traditions.

Moon Tour Qingtian Leisurely Man (Yunnuo)

Drunk riding the night haze and lying in the sky,

Wake up and look at the bewitching Beidou,

Kyushu smoke dance heroes,

The iron clothes and armor reflect the coldness.

Ask Qingtian: Why is there such a bright smile?

Cang Qiong language: Smiling proudly, raising the arrogance of heaven!

Tasha Xingyue'e Feishuang Jiangyou (Zhen Hualian)

The new moon is backlit, the frost and dew fall more, the fifty strings move ice and tears, the winding strings cause evil tunes, and the river water, sky, thunder and sky are affected.

The moon looks at the sky round, round and I have no chance, Qi Qisu pushes down the strings with his hands, the eternal regret is always missing in this life, who will pay for the round of lovesickness?

Moon Love Xiaoxiangzi (Lin Daiyu)

She is as thin as a hook to hide her feelings, and she is half-faced as a lonely girl.

The silver ax keeps cutting down the golden head of the toad, and the jade pestle stumbles the white head of the rabbit.

The shallow Su'e folds the laurel shadow, and Yi Mo's remnant feeling is cold and clear.

He Gu speaks ruthlessly from hatred, and waits to return to the boat wrapped in frost and snow.

Send Moon Hongqiao Guest (Yunya)

Since ancient times, the autumn moon can send love, and the travelers in the world are wandering in search.

Luo Lun is drunk and plays Chu Langmo, taking off the hairpin and dreaming of Xu Mingfei's piano.

The dew is stained with moss on thousands of hills, and the windows are leaking thousands of wind wax halos.

After reading the first three articles, Daiyu just pursed her lips and smiled, but after reading the last article carefully, Daiyu felt that although it was not as exquisite and novel as her own, but the idea and allusions were all based on her "Moon Love", suddenly Surprised and regretful: Why are there only three sentences?

Xiao Ruofan also frowned, and asked Yun Ya: "Didn't you finish?"

Yun Ya was expressionless and didn't say much, just nodded.

"You..." Xiao Ruofan sighed, the owner didn't speak, and he had nothing to say. Looking up, Nongyue was already making a big joke: "Yunnuo~little~uncle~uncle, Are you writing the libretto for the troupe?"

Yun Nuo blushed, and stared back angrily: "Your writing is not very good, you are self-righteous, and clichéd!"

Nongyue blinked her eyes, nodded bluntly, and suddenly leaned over and put her arms around Daiyu's neck and smiled: "I really don't know how to write poems very well. If I fool around with this article, it hurts my eyes. But, my family's Xiao Daiyu is definitely the top poet today!"

Daiyu's neck went numb from being hugged unexpectedly, she quickly broke free from Nongyue's shackles, shrank her neck and avoided like a bunny—and, when did she become a member of Nongyue's family?

Xiao Ruofan nodded and said with a smile, "That's right, Miss Lin is worthy of the title of poetry champion today."

Lan Yiqian came over, took a closer look at the works of several people, and clapped her hands with a smile: "I know all the words when I take them apart, but when I put them together, I am blind, but ah, Miss Lin really reads this poem It's beautiful!"

Daiyu felt a little embarrassed when she heard it, and couldn't help but look down at the last one, and then read it carefully, feeling even more regretful: "Actually, if the last one is finished..." Maybe, she is willing to give up the title of poem chief. out.

It was rare for Yun Ya to open his mouth, but he still kept a firm eye: "I really haven't finished writing."

No matter in the previous life or in this life, Daiyu has never been with someone like Yunya. Although there was a Miaoyu in the past, although Miaoyu is deeply in Buddhism, she is not taciturn. It wouldn't be cold; it can be said that Yunya is the king of the county, a man, or a man whom he just met today... For a moment, Daiyu's hand gently twisted the corner of her clothes, and she bit her lip lightly, feeling a little at a loss.

Xiao Ruofan hurriedly smoothed things over: "It's a pity that one sentence is missing, why don't you make it up now. Anyway, today's result has been decided, "Moon Love" comes first, followed by "Yue'e", and "Enjoying the Moon" and "Moon Tour" again. "At the bottom, you haven't finished writing, so it doesn't count."

Nong Yue and Yun Nuo didn't have any objections to this result. These two bullies love to play and make trouble, but they are not unreasonable.Both of them knew how many drops of ink there were in their stomachs, and how many noises they could make. Therefore, the two of them had already reached the table, eating snacks and fruit wine, and they were only a few punches away.

Only Zhen Hualian blushed with a beautiful face and stood there, seemingly quite dissatisfied with the result.

Nongyue saw it clearly, and couldn't help laughing: "I said it a long time ago, your two gestures in front of my little Daiyu are just a classmate. You are a talented woman, but there is still a mountain as high as a mountain. Although I can't write poetry , but if you compare yourself, you use 'new moon', 'first quarter moon', 'last quarter moon', 'watching the moon', but it is not as natural as someone else's saying 'cover your feelings and make fun of sex'; ', it's 'plain hands' again, but how can it compare to other people's 'clothes wrapped in snow', 'cold and clear autumn', 'rabbit with white head'?"

Zhen Hualian clenched Yin Chi tightly, her face turned even redder, Daiyu could see it clearly, she couldn't help going over and pinching Nongyue: it turned out that Nongyue showed off her talent in front of Zhen Hualian, and in the end, she was killed This "talented woman" who is well-known in the capital has been targeted...

Nongyue was pinched, and immediately pouted: "I'm helping you!"

Daiyu gently pinched her moon-pink cheeks again, and before the little princess stared angrily, she took a glass of wine and sat beside her, half begging for mercy and half making fun of her: "I If you punish me with a cup, don't bury me, okay?"

Nongyue snorted coldly, snatched Daiyu's wine and drank it herself, and then picked something to eat by herself - there was food in her mouth, so naturally she stopped bickering, Princess Nongyue is also a lady, isn't she?

Xiao Ruofan once again sighed in his heart, "It's troublesome to bring up children", and smoothed things over again: "Miss Zhen's poem today is too uncommon, but it's a bit self-contained, and it hasn't played to the level of the past."

Of course, such light words cannot comfort Zhen Hualian, who is extremely proud in her heart, but since Nongyue is here, she does not dare to overstep the rules. Seeing this, Lan Yiqian quickly pulled her over and stuffed food into her hand—— The chubby girl seems to have a simple creed: no matter what unhappiness you encounter, eating will always make you happy.

There was only one Yun Ya left standing there, Xiao Ruofan thought he was thinking about the last line of the poem, so he was disturbed, but Yun Ya suddenly turned around, looking like he was going to leave, Xiao Ruofan felt that his job was extremely hard, The group of children I met became more and more worried: "You don't write anymore?"

Yun Ya glanced at the row of poems again, but he didn't look at the half of his own poem at all, but at the one above, for a long time, there was a faint smile in his eyes: "Indeed, it's new and delicate... the most rare What's more..." I can see the sincerity.