Drunk in the Red Chamber Lying on Beauty's Lap

The Rongguo Mansion naturally attaches great importance to the poetry meeting held by the Prince of Beijing.

After Jia Zheng got the news, he immediately called Baoyu and Jia Huan to the study, and gave them good advice.

Baoyu and Baoyu were naturally submissive, they were afraid that if they accidentally offended Jia Zheng, the two of them would suffer.

Because the Zhuangzi selected by the Poetry Club is some distance away from the capital, he will definitely not be able to make it back in a day, and he may have to live outside for a few days.

After Jia Mu heard the news, she immediately asked the people below to help Baoyu pack all the things that needed to be used, and almost let him hold the bedroll.

After tossing for a long time, it wasn't until mid-afternoon that I finally cleaned up.

Rongxi Hall East Cross Courtyard

Mrs. Wang was very depressed. She drank the tea brought by Jin Chuan and asked Caiyun to help her beat her legs.

"Where's Baoyu? Are you here?" Mrs. Wang asked again.

"Second Master Bao was busy packing up his things today, so he didn't come over." Jin Chuan replied.

Mrs. Wang frowned, "Jin Chuan, go and call Baoyu over, and just say that I have something to ask him."

Jin Chuan peeked at Mrs. Wang's expression, and quickly replied, "Yes, ma'am."

Jin Chuan is naturally familiar with Baoyu's residence. When he came to Baoyu's yard, he found that there were three large boxes piled up in the yard.

Jin Chuan was secretly startled, it was like moving house when Second Master Bao went out.

"Is sister Xiren there?" Jin Chuan didn't know if Baoyu was in the courtyard, so he wanted to ask Xiren first.

Xiren came out from the wing room and said with a smile, "So it's sister Jin Chuan, why are you here when you have time?"

Jin Chuan followed Xiren into the door and asked, "Sister Xiren, is Master Bao there? Madam let him go."

Xiren shook his head: "Second Master Bao is not in the room, just now the old lady thought of bringing him a cloak, so I'm going over there again."

Jin Chuan immediately frowned: "What should I do? My wife is in a hurry."

Xiren persuaded: "You sit with me for a while, Second Master Bao still has a lot of things to prepare tonight, so he will definitely come back with his things."

Xiren was right, but a quarter of an hour later, Baoyu entered the yard.

Jin Chuan quickly said what Mrs. Wang had said.

Baoyu had known for a long time that if he wanted to go out, he would definitely not be able to pass the hurdle of Mrs. Wang, so he thought about what to say in his heart, and followed Jin Chuan to Rongxi Hall calmly.

As soon as Mrs. Wang saw Baoyu coming, she hurriedly pulled him to her side: "Baoyu, tell me, why did Prince Beijing invite Huan'er to participate in the poetry meeting?"

Baoyu pretended to be puzzled, "Ma'am, I don't know why this poetry meeting is called Shanghuaner. He has never been good at this kind of art, and I'm afraid he will only serve as a foil when he goes this time."

Mrs. Wang repeatedly chanted Amitabha, "It's better to be a foil than to be ashamed. I don't know how many drops of ink he has in his stomach. The last time my mother asked me to do lantern riddles, he wrote nonsense. I was worried about his performance. Not good, I got you tired."

Looking at Mrs. Wang's concerned gaze, Baoyu couldn't help feeling a burst of warmth in her heart.He comforted: "Madam, don't worry, all talented scholars and celebrities from all over the world will participate in this poetry meeting. Huan'er and I are not conspicuous at all among these people. This time, it's just a matter of gaining insight."

Mrs. Wang breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that Baoyu had something else to do, she asked him a few words and let him go.

After Baoyu left, Mrs. Wang thought for a moment and said, "Caiyun, go and call Huan'er over."

Caiyun hurried away.

Jia Huan lived not far from Baoyu's courtyard, and Caiyun came here several times on weekdays.

Seeing that Jia Huan was drinking tea as if nothing had happened, Caiyun became anxious.

"Third Master, what time is it, why do you still have time to drink tea?"

Jia Huan has been in a state of excitement ever since he knew that he could go out to play.He didn't expect Caiyun to say such a sentence when he came over.

"When and when? I packed my things all day and I'm sleepy. Isn't this some tea to refresh me?"

Caiyun said anxiously: "Third Master, Madam heard that you are going to participate in the poetry meeting with Second Master Bao, and everyone has been in a hurry today. I just sent Second Master Bao away, and now I am sending my servants to invite you over gone."

"Madam invited me over?" Jia Huan was a little taken aback.

He has always been in awe of Mrs. Wang.It's not how strict Mrs. Wang is to him, but Mrs. Wang's way of punishing people makes him hate it.

Doing wrong things, copying scriptures, saying wrong words, copying scriptures.After copying up to now, Jia Huan panicked when he saw the scriptures.

At this moment, Madam Wang let him go again, so he couldn't go out, and he had to copy the scriptures again.

Although he resisted very much in his heart, Jia Huan really didn't have the courage to disobey Mrs. Wang's order, so he could only follow Caiyun to Rongxi Hall in infinite fear.

"Madam, Mr. Huan is here." Caiyun said.

Although Mrs. Wang is indifferent to Jia Huan, she doesn't make mistakes in her daily activities.Jia Huan made a mistake, and she just asked him to copy Buddhist scriptures, in the euphemistic name of self-cultivation.

Now hearing that Jia Huan was coming, Mrs. Wang sat up and said, "Let him in."

Jia Huan saluted tremblingly, with a wretched look on his face.

Madam Wang looked at him and felt uncomfortable in her heart.

Although Jia Huan became what he is today, it was Aunt Zhao who taught her to do so.But outsiders don't know.If all the nobles saw his embarrassing appearance, they might treat him as his aunt to abuse him.

Immediately said with a cold face: "Stand up straight, what a crooked look."

Jia Huan straightened her waist, but she was used to being frightened in front of Mrs. Wang, even if she wanted to appear calm, she couldn't.

The more Mrs. Wang looked at Jia Huan, the more angry she became, but she couldn't speak harshly. After all, he was going to a poetry meeting with Baoyu tomorrow.Even if there is any dissatisfaction, you have to wait for him to come back to deal with it.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Wang slowed down her tone, and said in a warm voice: "Huan'er, I'm going out tomorrow, remember to pack everything up today."

"Yes, ma'am." Jia Huan replied quickly.

"The poetry meeting is full of wit and sages, there is no place for us to show off. You have to remember to hide your clumsiness, you know?"

It was rare for Jia Huan to be clever, and said: "Madam, don't worry, Huan'er is dull and not proficient in poetry. She will definitely act carefully and will never embarrass the mansion."

Mrs. Wang showed a rare smile, "It's best if you know yourself. If you have anything to do, just discuss it with your second brother. He is smart since he was a child, and he will definitely handle things properly."

"Yes, ma'am."

After dismissing Jia Huan, Mrs. Wang let out a long breath.

She was afraid that Jia Huan would get this opportunity to be arrogant, and that would be troublesome.Now it seems that he is still very self-aware.

When Jia Huan left the Rongxi Hall, he felt cold sweat all over his body.

After walking a few steps, he saw Baoyu standing by the roadside.

"Second brother?"

Baoyu stroked his hair, "How is it? Madam, did you make things difficult for you?"

Jia Huan stuck out her tongue, "That's not true. My wife just told me to try my best to hide my clumsiness at the poetry meeting. Second brother, are we really going to some poetry meeting?"

Baoyu smiled, "It's just a pretext. Naturally, I'd like to live in Prince Jingyang's village for a while."

Seeing Baoyu's tacit expression, Jia Huan blushed, "Second brother, I'm going back to pack my things first." After speaking, he fled.

Baoyu sighed, Huan'er was obviously much more generous, but after meeting Mrs. Wang once, she was so frightened that she became the pitiful little girl she used to be.It's really hard for a bastard.