The Red Chamber: Hang Qin Keqing at the start

Chapter 95 [095] Hairpin and Dai show their talents

Lin Daiyu does not hide traitors in her heart. Although she has a sentimental personality, she has a straightforward temperament and is not as deep as Xue Baochai.

How did she know that when Aunt Xue and Xue Baochai came to her, they cared about her on the surface and offered her a matchmaking match, but they were actually testing her.

It's not that Lin Daiyu is not shrewd enough, it's that Aunt Xue and Xue Baochai are too scheming, and their routines are too deep.

Throughout the ages, no matter how the world has changed, true gentlemen are easily plotted and murdered by hypocrites and real villains.

Lin Daiyu smiled gratefully and said:
"I am deeply touched by my aunt and sister Bao's concern for me. I want to write a poem for you as a thank you gift."

Xue Baochai smiled and complimented:
"Sister Lin's poetry level is astonishingly brilliant. Even those who are talented people may not be as good as your poems. If you write a poem and give it to us, then I will regard it as a treasure and cherish it."

"Since Sister Bao loves you so much, then I will make a fool of myself." Lin Daiyu smiled brightly, and immediately ordered Zijuan to spread paper and ink.

After Zicuckoo prepared all the pens and paper, Lin Daiyulian walked slowly to the desk, splashed ink and wrote a poem:

"Birds Return Home

Qingyun, clear water, Xuguangtai, returning birds ride the wind and waves.

Where does the dandan Zhaohua go?

The spring embraces the wind and the colors, and the land and objects are all over the country.

You and so on, the sun and the moon are all empty and unattainable.

Misty mist rises from mountains and peaks, and floating waves and stone clouds descend horizontally.

Sand gulls and wild swallows chase after the sky, it is different to drink this cup to get drunk.

The green bamboo has six holes in the evening breeze, and there are thousands of bitter flowers in the world.

And lead the flute sound into the wine, travel the sea and go to the house in a lonely boat.

The blue and white moon is blue and white, and the time wheel is young and crazy when young.

A flute sings and the road is silent, but who knows when the wind is already sipping.

A purple night rolls up the door, and rotten grass and firefly lamps entice wild souls.

Bend down the rapids with sleeves and listen to the passing water, and look back at the past.

The towers are silent and suspend the green mountains, and the lonely moon stops to drink for a moment.

Take a long step to look up to the sky and the clouds are wide and wide, with a green lapel to understand the Tao and the nature is suitable for ordinary people.

The lost girl first became a fan and Daishu, and in the golden age of the year, she was plain and crisp.

Shumei made her laugh, but Fang Tao and Li Fang kissed her, but she didn't.

The sound of the tide is back to the old age, leaning over to drink a few cups of Jiaojiao again.

Love is gone, so dreams and laughter are like ice, Xu Yiwu hates this night silently. "

Lin Daiyu is like autumn flowers shining in the water when she is quiet, like a weak willow supporting the wind when she is waving her hair, and her whole person is full of elegant temperament like osmanthus and orchid.

When Lin Daiyu finished writing the last word, Aunt Xue sighed:
"Wonderful! Wonderful! What a fine poem!"

As the daughter of the Wang family among the four major families, Aunt Xue also has a considerable level of poetry.

Lin Daiyu smiled shyly and said, "Auntie is too famous."

"Sister Lin, don't be too modest. Your poem is really talented. I will write one too and give it to Sister Lin."

As Xue Baochai said, she walked to the desk in a graceful manner, picked up a pen and dipped it in ink, wandered around with the pen, and wrote a poem:

"Yuan Dai is ashamed

Hold the smoke and raise your eyes into the clouds, wild geese grow long and fall into the phoenix trees in autumn.

The cool breeze blows away from the other courtyard, and it is ruthless to face the screen for a long time.

I have never asked about the years of smoking, but it is difficult to smile when the glass is full of wine.

This is the person who listens to the rain in the world, but He Kanyu reveals to Huaisheng.

The flowers bloom and the branches are green in layers, and the sentiment v. Yingtai is a little red.

The hem of the skirt shades the brocade carp, burying the lotus root in the mud and lifting the lotus pod.

The grass stalks are full of setting sun, and the setting sun is not warm to the grass stalks.

A ray of golden light blew out, and the lights of the colorful boats on the long embankment were ten miles away.

No one sees Jiang Liu at night, Yuan Dai is ashamed and empty.

Drink the melancholy sentence of the remaining flowers again, and meet each other in leisurely sorrow and joy.

In the general laughter of the king, let's walk together in the breeze and bright moon.

The ups and downs of honor and disgrace are all based on profit, and the old affairs of Gaotang are in vain.

Rivers and mountains don't talk about the old days of mountains and rivers, but the hometown cares about the soul of the country.

After that, I will be a little drunk, and I will send it back to Oriole in his year. "

Her back is straight, her neck is slender, her temperament is extraordinary and refined, when she splashes ink, she is elegant and intellectual, as beautiful as a picture scroll.

After Xue Baochai finished writing the last word, Lin Daiyu clapped her hands and applauded:

"Wonderful! Wonderful! Sister Bao's poem is dignified and majestic. It is a good poem!"

Xue Baochai laughed and said:
"You're joking, where is the heroism coming from? I'm not Grandma Lianer, she's the hero in the crowd."

Lin Daiyu laughed jokingly and said:

"You are no worse than Grandma Lian Er, and you are also quite talented in managing the family. You will definitely be a good wife and mother in the future."

Xue Baochai laughed a little self-deprecatingly: "I am staying in my boudoir now, Yunying is not married yet, I don't know when I will be able to be a good wife and mother."

In fact, Xue Baochai knew that her mother wanted to marry her to Jia Baoyu, but she had another man in her heart - Jia Qiang.

But Xue Baochai is a rational pragmatist. When she chooses a husband-in-law, what she values ​​most is not feelings, but value.

Only a man who meets the value she expects is the best match she wants to choose.

Maybe it was due to Xue Baochai's nature, maybe it was because Xue Baochai's family was born in an imperial merchant, so she was inevitably infected with the merchant's philistine and powerful eyes under her influence.

Lin Daiyu smiled and said:
"The poems written by Sister Bao are so good, it aroused my interest in writing poems. I will write another poem and give it to Aunt Xue and Sister Bao."

After all, Lin Daiyu splashed ink and wrote another poem:

"Yongyule · First Harvest in the Rain
At the first rain and the first harvest, the sword pine weeps, and the lonely peak screams.

The four fields are mourning, Kyushu dominates, and Yin and Yang mourn through the ages.

Chi Lin Tengjiao, the imperial capital is weak, and the guests of the Qing Dynasty attack against the imperial edict.

The blood of feudal lords is inferior to powerful officials, crowning China's mysterious appearance.

The remnant clouds cross, the new wind cools the bones, and the passing water reflects the pride of the river and mountains.

Recite the ancient and modern colors, write the ingenuity of the ages, and win or lose forever.

Intoxicated by the wind and clouds, leaning on the false name and laughing, sending moss and grass from the sea.

The night sky flows, how old are the stars and the moon, and the world is lonely. "

When Lin Daiyu finished writing this poem, Xue Baochai applauded:

"What a song 'Yong Yu Le'! Sister Lin teased me just now that I am masculine in my femininity. Looking at this poem by Sister Lin now, it can be seen from the lines that Sister Lin is soft and weak on the outside, but there is a hidden truth in her heart. With a strong identity, she is a heroine.

Sister Lin not only has the talent to manage the family, but also has the talent to run the country.Both talent and ambition are above me. "

Lin Daiyu smiled modestly and said, "Sister Bao is absurd."

Xue Baochai said with a smile: "Since Sister Lin has written two poems, I will write another poem too. I will make a pair and give it to you. Good things come in pairs!"

After all, Xue Baochai also frantically wrote a poem:

"Mid-Autumn drink

The autumn wind drinks water to brew the autumn soul, and the autumn moon travels the mountains to find old traces.

Looking at the starry sky and the autumn water, I sometimes get the rhyme and moon palace singing.

The towers are quiet and the moon is floating, and the young people in Jixia cook wine together.

The old moon cares about the sky, and the clouds fall lightly.

Lianlian time and space dynasty road, the world is full of things.

Leaning on the railing, the wine is infinitely elegant, and the desk is undressed to dye the vulgarity.

The actress of Jiaofang lives in Yaotai, and the disciples of the servant hall are hidden in Hanlin.

The lonely pavilion reflects the blue and white shadow of the moon, and the old tree mourns the autumn and Guangling's heart.

Everyone hates being old and tasteless, and every year is full of autumn and autumn.

What is the dream of this scene, this desire, this love, this wine is responsible for that.

Tonight, a drunk moon nostalgia, farewell to Xieqiao.

The pen falls to the palace of Chu and the wine is silent, and the impermanence of people hates the dark fragrance.

The shade of autumn and the shadow of osmanthus live forever, and the moon and the cold mountain don't stay behind.

The branches under the willows gather together for joy, and the koi leaps to the door.

The lotus root is opened under the silent screen, and the clothes are blue, pink and black.

Tingting thanked Fengyue affairs politely, Jiaojiao was alone and fragrant.

Rolling up the sleeves and whispering the sound of the night, the old song of the brothel is okay.

Autumn soul dew and wine are heavy on people, and singing joys and sorrows is light in this moon. "

At the same time, Qin Keqing tearfully told Ping'er the reason for her illness.

The more Ping'er heard it, the more frightened she became. Unexpectedly, Qin Keqing's illness was related to her younger brother Qin Zhong.

(End of this chapter)