Red Mansion Jia Lan: Do you want to run away tonight to visit your relatives? Chapter 6: Xiao Jialan’s poems express her talents and praise Daiyu’s teachings
Chapter 6: Xiao Jialan’s poems express her talents and praise Daiyu’s teachings
Seeing that it was almost done, Concubine Yuan ordered the female officials to help everyone up one by one, and gave instructions to Jia Mu and others. Then she personally helped Jia Lan up, smiled and rubbed his head, and kowtowed to Vincent who had fallen down.
She put the scarf on him again and asked: "Why don't we also write a poem for our little case?"
"Okay!" Jia Lan nodded and walked to Daiyu.
"Aunt Lin, have you finished writing? Can you lend me your pen?"
Daiyu looked at Jia Lan angrily and cursed in a low voice: "You little Lan guy, you are so heartless, you made me worry for nothing."
As he spoke, he picked up the Hu pen on the stage and handed it over.
Jia Lan took it and smiled: "It's my fault, I've made my aunt worry, so I must accept the punishment." After saying that, he stood on tiptoes and soon wrote a song "Watching the Lanterns and Happy Journey" on the rice paper:
The moonlit lantern mountain fills the imperial capital, and the Xiangche Baogai Pass thoroughfare.
He prospered in his spare time, and was ashamed to chase his family and compete with Su.
Daiyu read it, her glass-like eyes flashed with light, and she looked at Jia Lan with eyes full of relief.
At this time, Baoyu could only write two of the four poems. As he was biting his pen and thinking hard, Jialan had already caught Daiyu's attention when he walked up to him. Seeing the close interaction between the two, the anxiety in his heart suddenly disappeared.
I am envious, jealous, and hateful, and I wish I could replace him.
Fortunately, Baochai noticed what he was saying and walked to Baoyu. He saw a sentence in his poem: "The green jade is still rolling in the spring, and the red makeup is awake at night." He whispered: "The imperial concubine doesn't like the green jade, so she changed it to 'Yihong'."
"Quick Green", that's good for you. You chose to use the word "Green Jade". Isn't it because you are deliberately competing with the imperial concubine? Think of another word and change it?"
Baoyu turned his eyes back and said with a grimace: "But I couldn't remember anything at once."
Baochai thought for a moment and said: "Just change the word 'yu' in 'green jade' to the word 'wax'." He also told the source of the allusion. Baoyu liked such elegant poems and said with great joy: "Damn it.
, Damn it! I can’t even remember what I saw before me. You are really a ‘one-word master’. From now on, I will only call you master, not sister anymore.”
Baochai covered her mouth and smiled while urging: "Hurry up and do it, just take care of your sister and sister. Who is your sister? The one wearing the yellow robe is your sister. You recognize me as your sister again."
At this time, Jia Lan had already stepped forward and presented the poem to Concubine Yuan.
"Lan'er's poetry has shed the childlike spirit and can be said to be fair and peaceful. Although it cannot be said to have a lofty artistic conception, it is rare that she doesn't have the bad habit of forcibly describing new sorrows. Yes, yes!"
Yuanchun's smile became brighter after reading it, and he said to Li Wan who was waiting behind Jia's mother: "Sister-in-law's poems have "beautiful water and bright mountains", while Lan'er's poems have "moonlight and lantern mountains".
Mother and son are connected!" After hearing this, Li Wan quickly stood up and thanked her.
Sister Feng next to her looked at Jia Lan and then at Li Wan with a pair of red and phoenix eyes, with envy in her eyes.
Mrs. Wang, who was sitting on the other side of Jia's mother, had an awkward expression that never stopped. Concubine Yuan's praise made her feel quite uncomfortable, and her slightly cloudy eyes also showed a bit of complexity.
"I'm fine too!"
Baoyu, who was also not happy, hurriedly copied the poems and presented them neatly. Concubine Yuan took them from the female historian and took a closer look. The four poems were "You Feng Lai Yi", "Heng Zhi Qing Fen" and "Yi Hong".
"Quickly Green", "The Apricot Curtain Is Looking at", shook his head and nodded, with a smile on his face, looking at Baoyu:
"Sure enough, we have made a lot of progress! But now that I have Lan'er Zhuyu by my side, this is nothing. You must know that poetry is a small path after all. I hope you will work harder on your studies. This year is the Shuntianfu Provincial Examination. You have
If you are qualified, why don't you end up with Lan'er?"
After hearing what Yuan Chun said, Mrs. Wang immediately secretly thought that she was not a good child.
As expected, Jia Baoyu's face turned red after hearing Yuan Chun's words. He always hated the imperial examinations and scorned them from the bottom of his heart, feeling that they were all about fame and reputation, national thieves and ghosts. Normally he would have had an attack, but
Now on the stage is a noble concubine in a yellow robe, surrounded by female historians and first-class eunuchs. No matter how arrogant he is, he does not dare to act out in such an occasion, so he can only endure it.
Not only Mrs. Wang, but also Sanchun, Daichai and Jialan on the side also had their hearts in their throats.
Fortunately, Concubine Yuan only mentioned one sentence and then lowered her head to read Baoyu's poems carefully. She didn't see anything strange about her brother. After a few breaths, Baoyu finally suppressed her emotions and heard Yuanchun say: "This last poem should be among the top three."
The first crowning sentence is a good saying: 'A field of spring leeks is green, and ten miles of rice flowers are fragrant. There is no hunger or discouragement in the prosperous times, so there is no need to be busy with farming and weaving.'"
After hearing this, Baoyu rolled his eyes, and when he saw Jia Lan standing side by side with Daiyu, he blurted out for some reason: "Your Majesty, please forgive me, but this last song "Apricot Curtain in View" was actually ghostwritten by Daiyu's cousin.
Baoyu does not dare to specialize on his own, so he would like to play with instruments."
Yuanchun was stunned for a moment, looked at Baoyu and Daiyu with a half-smile, and scolded with a smile: "They are also honest." Then he turned his eyes to Daiyu and looked at them carefully.
When Mrs. Wang in the audience heard about this, she secretly scolded Baoyu for being confused and blamed Daiyu for being troublesome.
Jia Lan had very good eyesight. He saw Yuan Chun's brows furrowed from a distance, and then reported: "I'm telling you, Aunt Lin, her poetry talent is indeed first-rate. Even her mother was impressed. My nephew's homework was pretty good back then."
Yes, but poetry and prose are my weak points. Thanks to Aunt Lin's painstaking training, I was able to pass the Boy's Examination. After that, I passed the examination all the way, and I was lucky enough to be mentioned as the head of the case in the Academy Examination. It is all due to Aunt Lin's teaching."
"Is there such a thing?" Yuan Chun asked curiously, looking at Daiyu with admiration in his eyes: "My cousin is worthy of being a daughter of a prostitute. She comes from a well-educated family and deeply understands that agriculture is the foundation of all industries."
At this time, there was a rumble outside the palace. It turned out that fireworks were set off in Shenjing City. The night sky was suddenly colorful and decorated into a sea of flowers.
Baoyu's face turned green and white in turns. He thought he would win sister Lin's attention by speaking out, but unexpectedly, Jia Lan intercepted him.
Concubine Yuan had seen the fireworks, and because she was so happy, she asked Jia Lan to compose another poem.
Jialan was saved, and a moment later he wrote another poem:
The Big Dipper hangs beside the city, and the Nanshan Mountain leans in front of the palace. The clouds mark the golden towers, and the jade hall hangs on the treetops.
Half of the ridge is full of good air, and the middle peak is surrounded by auspicious smoke. The minister is offering longevity, and he will wear Yaotian for a long time.
Concubine Yuan was in a good mood and said to Daiyu: "No wonder! No wonder! I wonder why it sounds so familiar when I read it. The style of Lan'er's poems is really the same as yours!" She also said many nice things in front of everyone.
In the end, not only was Daiyu given the Hu pen that she had just written, but she was also given a famous inkstone.
"Thank you, Imperial Concubine!" Daiyu quickly stood up and thanked her. Although she was not happy that Baoyu had confessed to her, she felt very proud to have received the praise and bonus from Imperial Concubine Yuan. She bowed forward, accepted the reward, and returned to the stage.
Lin Daiyu, who was sitting down, met Jia Lan's smiling eyes, pursed her lips and smiled back, so Jia Lan's smile became even brighter.
Baoyu was also extremely happy when he saw the gift from his sister.
He has always loved Daiyu, but he suffered from the attitude of his mother, Mrs. Wang. Seeing Yuanchun behave like this today, he couldn't help but feel like a close friend.
However, when he saw Daiyu and Jialan looking back and forth, he felt lost, a little lost, and even disgusted with Jialan.