The Red Chamber begins with a bastard

Chapter 347 Only children do multiple choice questions

Jia Huan recited three poems in one breath. What's more rare is that they were all high-quality masterpieces handed down from generation to generation. Even Lin Daiyu was full of admiration at this moment. Her beautiful eyes were full of amazement. She thought to herself, "Although my brother Huan was young in the past, he was very talented in poetry and always produced amazing works. Since we met in Yangzhou a few months ago, I haven't heard of any new works from him. I thought he had spent all his time on the imperial examinations in the past few years. I used an excuse to stimulate him tonight. Unexpectedly, he produced three good poems in just a short while. It can be seen that my brother Huan has not fallen behind in poetry, but has become more and more proficient in it."

At this moment, the pretty maid Ping'er was also smiling, with a proud look on her face. Xiao Yuanyuan's eyes were full of admiration, and she clapped her hands and laughed, "Little brother is so awesome."

Xueyan stuck out her tongue and said, "Although I don't understand, I also think that Third Master's poems are good, such as 'Looking at the moon through the flowers, there are no more shadows; looking at the flowers with the moon, they are different' and 'The shadows in the sky move the moon in front of the flowers; people in the deep courtyard return to the flowers under the moon'. Wow, it's so beautifully written. Although I haven't seen it with my own eyes, it feels like I have seen it with my own eyes."

Xiao Yuanyuan said, "Sister Xueyan, that's called being there!"

"Yes, yes, it's like being there." Xueyan said with a smile.

Jia Huan smiled slightly. Tang Bohu's poems are certainly good. They have a sense of freedom and unrestrainedness, even wildness and willfulness. For example, the poem "Others laugh at me for being too crazy, I laugh at others for not seeing through me." His style is somewhat similar to Li Bai's. However, Li Bai's poems are more romantic and elegant, while Tang Bohu's poems are more charming and gorgeous. In addition, Tang Bohu's paintings are also unique. It is said that he is particularly good at painting pictures of maids, as well as comic books, the kind for adults.

By the way, Tang Yin lived during the Hongzhi and Zhengde periods of the Ming Dynasty. There is no Ming Dynasty and no such person as Tang Yin in this world of Red Mansions, so there is naturally no suspicion of plagiarism, so Jia Huan dared to use it boldly and confidently.

At this time, Lin Daiyu glanced at Jia Huan and said with a smile: "Look, Brother Huan has a good poem in his mind, but he keeps it hidden. He has to wait for others to say something to force him to come out. Is it possible that we girls are not worthy of listening to Brother Huan's masterpiece?"

As expected of Lin Duidui, wow, what a little mouth!

Jia Huan smiled bitterly and said, "No, no, I'm just afraid that I might not do it well and pollute Sister Lin's ears. Wouldn't that be a sin?"

Xueyan stuck out her tongue and said, "This is not good. What is good? I remember last year during the Lantern Festival, Master Bao wrote a poem about moonlight, which won the old lady's praise. Although Master Second Uncle didn't praise it, he also said it was okay. However, I think Master Bao's poem is much inferior to Master Huan's."

Lin Daiyu said quickly, "You are an idiot, you don't even know poetry, why are you talking nonsense?"

Jia Huan smiled and said nothing. The second uncle that Xueyan mentioned was his adoptive father, Jia Zheng. He was a pedantic and old-fashioned person. He always had a stern face and acted like a strict father in front of his son. It was absolutely impossible for him to praise his son in person. Since he said it was acceptable, the poem written by Jia Baoyu should be quite good.

Of course, although Big-Faced Bao has some talent in poetry, he is still far behind poets of Tang Yin's level. Even compared with Daiyu, Baochai and Baoqin, he is still not as good as them. Just like every time a poetry club is held in Daguan, Jia Baoyu is always the one who ranks last and is punished.

Lin Daiyu naturally understood that Jia Baoyu's poems were not as good as Jia Huan's, but Jia Baoyu was Jia Huan's brother after all. It was obviously inappropriate for Xueyan to compare them in public, and it also showed that her master lacked discipline in her daily life, so she scolded her.

Xueyan stuck out her tongue awkwardly and said, "Miss, you are right. I am indeed ignorant and talking nonsense. I have nothing to say even if you punish me with a beating."

Lin Daiyu said, "Why should I hit you? I will punish you by making you fetch the four treasures of the study."

Xueyan was surprised and asked, "What do you want the four treasures of the study for now, young lady?"

"I have my own uses!" said Lin Daiyu.

Ping Erh smiled and said, "It just so happens that Third Master just put down his brush before dinner, and there is still some ink left in the inkstone. I will go get it now."

Xueyan said happily: "Good sister, you are really a bodhisattva who saves people from suffering. I will go with you to get it, but our girl likes to use freshly ground ink to write."

Lin Daiyu said, "No need to grind it, just add a little water and dissolve it, it's not like we're taking the imperial examination."

Xueyan smiled secretly and went into the house with Ping'er. After a while, she took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. She also asked two maids to bring out a small table, put the four treasures of the study on it, and added a little clean water to the inkstone.

When Lin Daiyu saw that the inkstone was the Duan inkstone that she had given to Jia Huan, she felt inexplicably sweet in her heart. She lifted her skirt and sat down behind the desk. She picked up a pen and wrote down the three poems that Jia Huan had just "written". She had a good memory and wrote down every word correctly.

"How can we not write down these three excellent works of Brother Huan? It's a pity that Sister Bao, Girl Tan and Girl Yun are not here... Well, Brother Huan, what title should we use?" Lin Daiyu raised her head and looked at Jia Huan with her beautiful eyes.

"Let's just use three poems of "Song of Flowers and Moon"!" Jia Huan said casually. In fact, there are a total of ten poems of "Song of Flowers and Moon" by Tang Yin, and he only selected three of them. If all ten poems were recited, I'm afraid that the talented lady Lin would be impressed.

Lin Daiyu picked up her pen and wrote the three words "Hua Yue Yin", and then marked "No. 1", "No. 2" and "No. 3" at the beginning of the three poems respectively. Then she noted the date in the signature, "July 10, the seventh year of Qiansheng in the Jin Dynasty", and Jia Huan's courtesy name Jia Ziming. Finally, after hesitating for a moment, she wrote the four small words "Pin'er Shou Lu".

Seeing this, Jia Huan smiled and said, "Sister Lin's calligraphy is becoming more and more vivid, but it is so formal. Sister Lin, don't you want to frame it?"

"What do you care?" Lin Daiyu said with a slight flush on her face. When the writing was dry, she rolled it up and handed it to Xueyan, saying half-jokingly, "I will record all Huandi's poems for you in the future and compile them into a collection. When you become a high-ranking official and famous in the future, you can sell it for a high price."

Ping'er and the others all giggled, saying that it was a good idea and that the girl knew how to make money.

Jia Huan shook his head and said with a smile: "I don't believe it. Sister Lin is a noble scholar, a noble woman in the mountains. She has never been involved in money-making activities. How could she use this to make money?"

Lin Daiyu said, "Brother Huan thinks too highly of me. I am not a god who does not care about worldly matters. Why can't I profit from this?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Jia Huan's eyes. Although he knew it was a joke, it was still strange to hear Lin Daiyu say it.

In the original novel, Lin Daiyu is aloof and independent, a spiritual aristocrat who never bothers to care about economic affairs. This is completely different from the down-to-earth Xue Baochai. It is for this reason that she and Jia Baoyu share the same ideals and are attracted to each other.

However, after a few months of twists and turns, her father Lin Ruhai was seriously ill, and Lin Daiyu had to serve her medicine every day and manage some daily affairs. Her mentality had changed. She probably realized that without financial support, it was impossible to live a carefree life. An idealized life without an economic foundation is ultimately just a castle in the air. Seeing Jia Huan's strange expression, Lin Daiyu deliberately said, "Since Brother Huan can make money by selling scripts to your sister Bao, can't I make money by selling poems?"

Jia Huan deliberately made a bitter face and said, "Of course I can, but I am selling the scripts I wrote. What's wrong with Sister Lin selling my poems? This is an infringement. Unless you give me half of the money you make, I won't agree."

All the girls giggled when they heard this!
There was no such thing as copyright in ancient times, so the idea of ​​infringement was very new. However, Lin Daiyu was smart and understood it after a little thought. She was also used to the endless new words that Jia Huan kept saying, so she smiled and said, "I'll give you half, but Brother Huan must stamp it with his seal. It can be sold at a good price if it is stamped."

Jia Huan couldn't help but laugh and said, "This is incredible. Sister Lin is getting smarter and smarter. Given time, I'm afraid she will be able to gain a reputation as a dead grass."

"If I am a dead grass, then Brother Huan is Jia Baopi. Big brother, don't laugh at the second brother!" Lin Daiyu said, and she laughed out loud. Then her face felt slightly hot. Fortunately, no one seemed to think of him, and they just laughed so hard that they fell forward and backward.

Jia Huan smiled for a while, then said seriously, "Actually, Sister Lin doesn't need to worry about money. The wealth saved by my uncle is enough for Sister Lin to use. If it doesn't work out, I'm still there. Although Huan'er is not very capable, it won't be a problem for me to support Sister Lin for the rest of her life. No one can afford to let Sister Lin suffer. Sister Lin just needs to recite poems, paint, play the piano and enjoy the moonlight."

As soon as these words came out, Lin Daiyu's cheeks flushed, her heart trembled, and she said angrily: "Brother Huan, what nonsense are you talking about? Who asked you to support me all my life? Now you are getting older day by day, and you are not ashamed. Don't you want to get married and start a family in the future? If you get married, what do you think of me as..."

Lin Daiyu couldn't say anything more when she got to this point. Her eyes were slightly red and she turned her face away, looking annoyed or not. Jia Huan was sweating secretly, and then he realized that he had been too rude. He bowed and apologized, saying, "Huan'er was just talking nonsense. Sister Lin is very generous. Please forgive me this time and don't be angry, okay?"

Seeing someone with such a pitiful face, Lin Daiyu couldn't bear it anymore. She laughed and said, "Who is angry? I just want to remind Huan-di to be more careful with what you say in the future. It's not a big deal if you offend me now, but if you offend Bao-jie or Qin-jie by mistake in the future, it will be a big deal. It concerns the reputation of a girl. She is not like me. She doesn't have any brothers or sisters to support her and can be bullied by others."

Jia Huan could not help sweating and was speechless, feeling a little guilty. As the saying goes, the speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it seriously. Lin Daiyu's words were naturally self-deprecating, but as a time traveler, she did covet the gentle and generous Sister Bao, and also had an eye on the talented and beautiful Sister Lin. After all, only children make choices.

However, it is difficult to enjoy the happiness of having two wives. Although there is no stipulation in feudal society that a man can only marry one wife, he can only marry one as his principal wife, and the rest are concubines. Neither Xue Baochai nor Lin Daiyu can be someone's concubine. What's more, Lin Daiyu is a spiritual aristocrat, and her view on love is the same. It cannot tolerate any flaws. As she wrote in the poem "Song of Burying Flowers", "She is pure when she comes and she will remain pure when she goes." Obviously, she cannot bear to share her love with other women. Therefore, in the last forty chapters continued by Gao E, Lin Daiyu, when she was heartbroken and desperate, finally burned her manuscripts and died. This basically fits Lin Daiyu's character.

So it is said that it is difficult to have the best of both worlds. If Jia does not want to make multiple-choice decisions, then it depends on whether he has the ability to avoid making multiple-choice decisions.

Let's get back to the point. Lin Daiyu saw that Brother Huan, who could handle the crisis calmly, now lowered his head in embarrassment. She felt sorry for him and poked him lightly on the forehead with her slender finger, saying angrily, "You!"

Jia Huan couldn't help but feel moved. He just looked at Lin Daiyu and smiled foolishly. Well, he learned it from Big Face Bao.

As expected, Lin Daiyu lost her temper even more, and said with amusement and helplessness: "I really can't do anything with you!"

Xueyan covered her mouth and laughed secretly, Ping'er turned her head away and pretended not to see anything. Only the little girl Yuanyuan looked at her as if she understood something, and the atmosphere was quite strange.

Ping Erh hurriedly made a cup of tea and said with a smile, "It's really damnable. Miss Lin has been here for so long, and I forgot to serve her tea."

Lin Daiyu hurriedly took it and thanked him, which broke the delicate atmosphere. Everyone sat down and the topic turned to the three poems Jia Huan had just recited. In fact, it was Lin Daiyu who commented on them.

Although Lin Daiyu is a woman, her talent in poetry is unquestionable. Her level is very high and her appreciation ability is first-class. Naturally, her comments are quite pertinent.

"When does Brother Huan plan to leave for Jinling?" Lin Daiyu suddenly asked.

Jia Huan replied, "It will be within these few days anyway, at the latest on the 18th of this month, because I still have to take the annual examination, and only if I pass it will I be allowed to take part in the provincial examination in August."

Lin Daiyu exclaimed, "The annual examination is not difficult. With your talent, you can easily pass it. But the provincial examination is extremely difficult, and there are many talented people. You must not take it lightly, because even a lion will use all its strength to catch a rabbit."

Jia Huan felt warm in his heart and smiled, "I will. Thank you, Sister Lin, for reminding me."

Lin Daiyu raised her teacup and said with a smile: "On this beautiful day, I will use tea instead of wine to wish my brother Huan a successful start and a place on the imperial examination list. I hope he will be able to enter the capital next spring and get his name on the imperial examination list."

Jia Huan hurriedly expressed his thanks and raised his glass to drink with Lin Daiyu. Xueyan and Yuanyuan also came forward with a smile to join in the fun, each toasted Jia Huan a glass, and then continued to chat and appreciate the moon.

Xueyan rolled her eyes and said with a smile, "Miss, do you still remember what Master Huan San promised you that night?"

"What's the matter?" Lin Daiyu asked curiously.

Xueyan reminded: "Master Huan San asked Gu to play the piano, and then he fell asleep lying there."

Lin Daiyu woke up immediately and nodded, "By the way, Brother Huan still owes me a song."

"That's easy!" Jia Huan said, and asked Ping'er to fetch the bamboo flute and play it slowly:
Hearing that you are far away, I set out to travel thousands of miles.

Chasing the scenery along the way, still carrying your breath.

I really can't forget the news about you...

I have blown the wind that you have blown, does this count as embracing?
I have walked the path you have walked, does this count as a meeting?

(End of this chapter)