Jia Mansion Poetry Debate, Baoyu was scolded

As soon as the court meeting ended, Jia Zheng hurried back to his mansion.

As soon as I got off the car, I went through the transfer door and went straight to the back house.

As soon as I entered Jia Mu's courtyard, I saw the old lady and her children enjoying the cool air in the courtyard.

Tables and stools were set up and dominoes were wiped.

"I've met my mother!"

Jia Zheng came forward to greet him.

“I’ve met the master!” “I’ve met my uncle!” “I’ve met my uncle!”

When Baoyu, Sanchun, Baochai and Daiyu saw him coming, they put down their dominoes and stood up to salute.

Yuanyang quickly brought an embroidered pier over and asked Jia Zheng to sit down as well.

Jia Mu handed the cards in her hand to Yuanyang and looked at Jia Zheng.

He asked doubtfully: "Did something happen again at the court meeting? You didn't even change into court clothes, so you came here in a hurry."

Jia Zheng hesitated for a moment.

It's not a bad thing to think about it, and it doesn't hurt to let the children hear it.

Then he smiled and said, "It's about Yibo."

As soon as these words came out, everyone at the table looked at Jia Zheng curiously.

Especially Baochai and Daiyu, after hearing this, they tightly squeezed the dominoes they just picked up.

The heads were lowered, but the ears were raised.

When Jia Mu heard that it was Feng Yibo, she frowned and said:

"What trouble did he get into again?"

This is her first impression.

As soon as I heard the words Feng Yibo, I felt that there must be nothing good going on.

But Jia Zheng shook his head and said with a smile:

"It's not about getting into trouble, it's about being promoted!"

"oh?"

Jia Mu was immediately surprised.

Baoyu curled his lips and muttered in a low voice: "He is really a fool."

He was glared at by Daiyu next to him, and she lost her smile.

"Yibo was promoted to two ranks because he wrote a poem at the court meeting today."

Jia Zheng didn't keep it secret and told the matter directly.

"Now he is a sixth-rank minister of the Hanlin Academy. He has also received imperial envoys to patrol the south of the Yangtze River and conduct military training against Japanese pirates."

"You! Haha! How can anyone in this world get promoted by writing poetry?"

When Jia Mu heard this, she was immediately amused. She nodded and said to Jia Zheng:

"Although my old lady doesn't understand the affairs of the court, she also knows that she was promoted to an official after receiving an imperial envoy and going out on patrol on behalf of the emperor."

"That's what mother said!"

Naturally, Jia Zheng deliberately made his mother happy.

After saying this, he added:

"But when Yibo finished his poem, the whole Tai Chi Hall was completely silent, everyone was amazed by his poetic talent."

"Even the Holy One cheered loudly!"

Jia Mu was really surprised this time and asked curiously:

"Oh? What kind of poem did he write?"

"This poem has a great pattern. If he can make a difference while he is here, it will be praised throughout the ages!"

Jia Zheng first said a few words of praise, then stood up and said, "Listen carefully!"

He imitated Feng Yibo's posture and took a good pose.

He cleared his throat again, raised his head and chanted:

"The capital will rest easy for the time being, and the worries will be in Japan."

"Come and greet the guests with bottles of wine, and sit down and talk with each other while waving bows."

"The clouds protect toothpicks, and the stars contain swords."

"It is not my intention to be granted the title of Marquis, but I only hope that the sea will be peaceful!"

All the girls present were awestruck by the courage and style of the last sentence.

For a moment, the entire courtyard was silent, just like before in the Tai Chi Hall.

Only Baoyu muttered in a low voice: "There is something wrong with the rhythm of the first sentence at the beginning of this poem."

Everyone was savoring the artistic conception, and this murmur immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"What poetry do you know?"

Daiyu was right next to him, and she was naturally unhappy when she heard this.

She said coldly: "This is obviously a temporary work. It is normal for the meter to be different. It is not an imperial examination. The meter needs to be strictly followed."

Baoyu was dissatisfied when he heard this, raised his chin and said:

"Then there is the last sentence. Although it looks heroic, the word 'wei' is not used correctly!"

"Um……"

As he said this, he stood up and thought about it for a moment, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"You should use the word 'dan', otherwise the meter will be wrong!"

“In the last sentence, it’s best to use the word ‘WEI’!”

Daiyu was even more dissatisfied when she saw that he was still thinking carefully about his words.

"Although the rhyme of the word 'dan' is correct, it is wrong when placed in the whole poem! The heroic and open-minded momentum is also missing a lot!"

She felt that although the word "dan" was not as good as the original poem, it was still acceptable.

But so what?

This somewhat means that you are helping your relatives but not taking care of them.

Everyone looked at Daiyu and snickered secretly.

"Baoyu should study more about the knowledge of saints on weekdays. Poetry is a minor path after all."

Seeing Daiyu speak out, Baochai was not willing to lag behind.

She didn't show any pretense and directly attacked Baoyu's vitals.

"Brother Feng's family is also ranked third in the top tier, so how can he not understand the rules?"

This is to use fame and fame to suppress people, and no one can find fault with them.

When Baoyu saw that both of them were defending Feng Yibo, he frowned and said:

"But the meter of this poem is just wrong!"

Jia Zheng and Sanchun fell into deep thought and seemed to think that what Baoyu said made sense.

"Poetry is not just metrical poetry. This poem is obviously an ancient five-character poem."

Daiyu took a different approach and did not discuss meter with him.

He also looked at Baoyu sideways and said: "Besides, the imperial examination only focuses on rhythm, but this poem is more important on pattern!"

"Then..."

Baoyu just wanted to refute.

"My sister is right. What's more, my uncle just said that his poems are the ones that have been praised by the Holy Spirit..."

Baochai didn't let him continue, interrupted directly and unleashed a decisive blow.

"yes!"

Daiyu's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she echoed:

"The Holy One said it's okay, but you just say it's not okay?"

"I……"

Bao Yu just wanted to defend himself.
To be continued...