Love the Red House

Immediately the three of them entered the gazebo, King Zhongshun looked around and saw chrysanthemums blooming on the table, and the fragrance was intoxicating, so he went over to admire it carefully.

What catches the eye is naturally not an ordinary flower species. Five kinds of famous chrysanthemums are available, namely: handsome flag, green peony, ten-character bead curtain, ink lotus, green clothes and red clothes, slowly blooming, wanton fragrance , is dazzling.

King Zhongshun was astonished. After watching for a long time, Fang turned around, looked sideways at Shui Rong, and said with a half-smile: "Although there are many chrysanthemums in the world, there are only five kinds of chrysanthemums that are the most precious. In the palace, now, there are all kinds of famous chrysanthemums here, so it can be seen that Prince Bei has won the king's heart, which is beyond my generation."

Squinting his eyes, he looked at Wang Sun Caijun outside the pavilion in twos and threes, and there was no lack of sarcasm in his words: "Prince Bei called so many people over with just one post, so it can be seen that Prince Bei's influence in the capital is very powerful. It's amazing."

Hearing King Zhongshun's sarcasm and jealousy, Shui Rong didn't care too much, just smiled and said: "The words of Lord Zhongshun are too much. If you talk about these chrysanthemums, it's just because you know that Xiaowang has no ambitions. I love to pay attention to the flowers and plants, so I admire some at will, and let Xiao Wang have a look."

He raised his head and looked out of the pavilion, with a bright light shining between his brows, and said immediately: "As for these people, they came here with great interest after hearing about the famous chrysanthemum, so there is no other meaning. gone?"

King Zhongshun still had a cold face, snorted softly through his nose, and after a long silence, Fang raised his eyebrows and said: "I forgot, Prince Bei's eloquence is the best in the world. In the mouth, white can also turn into black, arguing with Prince Bei, how can we win?"

Seeing that he was so polite, King Zhongshun was still messing around, and King Beijing couldn't hold back no matter how well-bred he was, so he flicked his sleeves and said in the same cold tone: "This king has always been cautious and cautious, asking himself that there is nothing wrong with him. Now, As soon as Prince Zhong came here, he questioned me like this, but I don't understand, is Prince Zhong here to enjoy the flowers, or is he just here to trouble me?"

Hearing Shui Rong's sarcastic remarks, King Zhongshun was stunned for a while, but it would be better to face each other coldly, so he slightly raised his lips: "The Northern Prince was joking, this King and the Northern Prince have no grievances in the past and no enmity today. Trouble with Prince Bei?"

After hearing this, Shui Rong understood that his words were wrong, the curve of his lips was still as cold as ice, and said softly, "Why stand when you can sit and talk? Lord Zhong, please sit down."

Looking back at the servant standing outside the pavilion, he waved his hand and said, "Go and fetch the best tea and entertain the distinguished guests."

For a while, Shui Rong and King Zhongshun walked slowly to the bamboo chairs, and sat down as guests and hosts. Shui Rong waved his hand slightly, signaling to Baoyu that he also sat down.

It was only at this moment that Wang Zhongshun calmed down a little, his eyes fell on Baoyu, and he frowned and asked, "This person has never met before, who is it?"

Shui Rong smiled faintly, and introduced on his behalf: "This is the grandson of Rong Guogong, the son of Jia Zheng, a member of the Ministry of Industry, Jia Baoyu."

When Baoyu heard this, he couldn't avoid it, so he had to go forward to meet King Zhongshun, but he was frightened and restless.

It was only because two years ago, he met an actor named Jiang Yuhan outside, and he had frequent visits, but he didn't expect that Jiang Yuhan was originally a member of the Zhongwang Mansion. For some reason, he ran out from the Zhongwang Mansion privately, and offended the Zhongshun King. He lost his temper and searched all over the capital, making all the fuss and refusing to give up.

Because of Jiang Yuhan, Baoyu naturally offended Prince Zhongshun's mansion, and King Zhongshun sent the chief historian in the mansion to visit Jia's mansion with great fanfare and look for important figures in Jia's government.

Jia Zheng was already very angry because of Baoyu's private play, but happened to meet Jia Huan again, and heard about Jin Chuan's jumping into a well. Regardless, he ordered someone to blame Baoyu.

Although later blocked by people from the Hefu, Baoyu was born spoiled and spoiled, how did she suffer such pain?Since he was ill, he had to take care of him for a long time before he recovered.

Although it happened a long time ago and the scars on his body have healed, Baoyu still remembers this incident vividly, and seeing Prince Zhong now, he is such a person who shows no emotions, how can he Not afraid to worry?

Baoyu was so anxious, but King Zhongshun was cold and indifferent, looking at him casually, raised his sword eyebrows slightly, and said with doubts in his voice: "Baoyu? This name is so familiar, where does this king seem to hear it?" As if."

Hearing this, Baoyu shook her body, but lowered her head, bit her lips lightly, said nothing, and dared not look at King Zhongshun.

Seeing Baoyu shrinking back so much, Shui Rong frowned, feeling a little unhappy in his heart, he had always admired Baoyu very much, and felt that this young man had a unique personality, looked down on power, and deserved to be treated with courtesy.

But now, seeing his expression, Shui Rong couldn't help but feel a little puzzled, what kind of person is this young man?

When he was thinking about it, he saw King Zhongshun looked at Baoyu, reached out and knocked on the table, his words were sharp and cold, like broken ice: "This king remembered that two years ago, the person who made good friends with Jiang Yuhan was you." Jia Baoyu, right?"

Baoyu's face turned pale, and gradually turned purple. After a long silence, Fang Nana said, "Lord Prince Zhong has a really good memory, yes, that person is Cao Min."

King Zhongshun smiled coldly, and his voice gradually faded, without any emotion: "This king has heard of your name for a long time, but I haven't seen it until today. It seems that this king is really here today. .”

Standing up, walking in front of Baoyu, looking at him, he said after a while: "Ordinary people say that it is better to meet each other than to be famous. Seeing you like this, you actually have a bit of aura of a child of an aristocratic family."

The words were faint, unable to tell whether it was praise or disparagement, Baoyu murmured for a moment, tried to calm down, and said in a low voice: "The prince has won the award, and the prince is the one who has passed people. He is very honorable and unforgettable."

King Zhongshun raised his lips lightly, without saying a word, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of a fan pinned to Baoyu's waist, with a red silk ribbon tied at the end of the handle, and a small mutton fat chain jade pendant, which added a bit of fanfare. Scholarly atmosphere.

King Zhongshun sized him up for a while, then Fang said with a smile that was not a smile: "You come to this place with exquisite clothes and a fan on your body, which shows that you are really a refined person, no wonder you are able to make friends with King Beijing."

Jianmei raised his eyebrows, looked at Baoyu sideways, and said, "Look at your fan, it's quite exquisite. I wonder if I can borrow it from you?"

Hearing this, Baoyu felt a moment of embarrassment on his face, but under the sharp eyes of King Zhongshun, he dared not refuse, he stretched out his hand and took out the fan, and presented it to King Zhongshun respectfully.

King Zhongshun took it with his right hand, unfolded the fan with a "snap", and took a closer look, but it was a black agarwood fan, exquisitely engraved, with a few chrysanthemums sparsely drawn with light ink on one side, and on the other On the one hand, he inscribed a poem in regular script, and the handwriting was correct, obviously with great care.

King Zhongshun took his fan closer, looked at the poem, and read aloud: "Wanting to hear about the autumn love, people don't know, and murmured that he knocked on the east fence with his hands behind his back. Who will hide when the lonely sign is proud of the world, and the same flower blooms late? Pulu Why is Tingshuang so lonely, and Honggui is sick and lovesick? Don’t say that there is no one to talk about in the world, so why not explain it in a few words.”

After reading, King Zhongshun savored the meaning of the poem carefully, his pupils narrowed, and he was so shocked that he couldn't help it, he seemed to be out of his body.

Hearing such a poem suddenly, Shui Rong was also moved, his eyes darkened, and the surprise and admiration in his heart flooded like mountains and seas, obliterating his thoughts.

Yinsi: I have long been familiar with Tang Poetry and Song Ci, and regarded them as classics, but I never knew that there are such novel and outstanding chanting works in this world, which are even better than those of the predecessors.

There are only a few lines, but they are so fresh and elegant, who can write this poem, what kind of person is it?Seeing nature from poetry, think about it, if this poet is alive in this world, he must be a person with great literary talent, indifferent and out of the world, right?

It must be a great fortune to meet this person and talk about poetry and elegance in one's life.

The chrysanthemum is still the same, the wind is still the same, the scenery is still the same, and people have become idiots.

He was so obsessed, turning a blind eye to foreign affairs, but King Zhongshun had already recovered from the shock, fixedly looked at the fan, and saw "Question Chrysanthemum" inscribed in lower script on the right side, signed: Concubine Xiaoxiang.

King Zhongshun raised his head, looked straight at Baoyu, his eyes were as deep as before, and he asked with the intention of asking: "Is this poem written by this Xiaoxiang concubine? I don't know who it is?"

There was sweat on Baoyu's head, and he was extremely nervous. When he heard his question, he cupped his hands and replied: "This poem was originally written by a cousin named Lin of the Caomin. As for the word 'Xiaoxiang Concubine', it was originally written by a sister in my house." A nickname given to her when we gossip together."

Hearing this, Shui Rong woke up just now, let out a soft "ah", and praised: "So that's how it is. This poem is ingenious and elegant. I thought it was the new work of some talented scholar, but I didn't expect it to be the work of a boudoir." Well, in the past there was Xie Daoyun who chanted Xu, and now there is Xiaoxiang Concubine Yongju, such a peerless talent, even if not surpassing Xie Daoyun, at least they are evenly divided."

King Zhongshun was also amazed, and clapped the case and said: "Hui has a heart and a heart, and does not follow the stereotypes. It is really rare to have such a talent in the boudoir."

She smiled, her face softened, and then she praised: "This woman must come from a scholarly family, and her family has a long history of education, so she can have such a literary talent."

Baoyu was a man of no success, and when he heard them admiring Daiyu, he couldn't help but feel complacent, so without thinking, he blurted out: "This song "Questioning Chrysanthemums" was originally written on my fan because I like it in my heart, so that I can listen to it. Carry it with you at all times. In fact, apart from this poem, Cousin Lin also has many other poems, all of which are beautifully embroidered and self-contained, which is amazing."

After hearing these words, King Zhongshun let out a soft "Oh" and looked at Baoyu with a faint light, but still with a slight smile, he said in a gentle voice: "You cousin, how old is this year? Where are you now?" ?”

Shui Rong observed the details carefully, saw his strange expression, and cried out in his heart that it was not good, but Baoyu at the side was ignorant, raised his eyebrows, and replied obediently: "My lord, cousin Lin is currently living in our residence, this year Just passed Jiji's age."

King Zhongshun nodded, stared at Baoyu, thought for a while, and said meaningfully: "Such an extraordinary woman must have already been promised to someone else?"

Baoyu was stunned for a moment, a blush flashed across her face, and she was vaguely longing. After a long silence, Fang shook her head and said, "Because she is young, she hasn't talked about marriage yet."