novelraw Chapter 124 Juyong Poetry Society
Chapter 124 Juyong Poetry Society
For a moment, Mrs. Wang only felt full of desolation, and she couldn't help thinking at a loss, so what if she is the daughter of a concubine?She has lost her imperial order, has been sentenced to prison, and is still a criminal woman. This is a stigma that can never be washed away.The husband is also unreliable, he still has to rely on his mother, let alone make her husband and wife honorable.The son who was born, when he thought of it for a moment, he was very filial, and Zhihua also missed her; but if he forgot it, don't expect him to remember it.
Mrs. Xing saw Mrs. Wang being left out in the cold, and she even spoke out to ridicule her, but she didn't want to. After talking for a long time, Mrs. Wang not only didn't fight back, but also acted like a lost soul, which made her lose even the interest of bullying, so she started to embarrass herself Shut up, just eat a few crabs served by Sister Feng, that's all.
The little girls only ate a few mouthfuls before running away. Everyone washed their hands with mung bean noodles smoked with chrysanthemum leaves, sweet-scented osmanthus pistils prepared in advance. Yes, played once.
The man's side was eating and drinking, and it was very lively. Jia Rong and Jia Qiang kept peeling the crabs, and kept offering them to Jia She and Ning Shan, completely taking away the jobs of the maids.Ning Shan eats with peace of mind, while enjoying Jia Qiang's filial piety, while signaling not to cut off Jia Amnesty's supply.Jia Zhen is very shrewd, seeing that Ning Shan likes his father so much, she immediately rolls up her sleeves to pay her respects.Jia Amnesty became more at ease, lying on the couch more and more askew, not only waiting for Jia Rong to peel the crabs, but also waiting for Jia Zhen to dip them in ginger vinegar and bring them to his mouth before opening his mouth.
Jia Lian couldn't help but be speechless - it's a real blessing to have a good son.How sooner or later he will be able to enjoy the benefits of his son so comfortably?The more he thought about it, the more his heart became more and more moved. He wished that Sister Feng would be pregnant now and give birth tomorrow. After two years of being the number one scholar, and three years of fighting on the battlefield, he would just eat and wait to die and prepare to become an old man.While looking forward to it like this, he forgot that he was also a son of a man. Instead of bringing Lao Tzu any enjoyment, he was almost turned into someone else's errand boy.
While having a sweet dream, he poured wine for Jia She, but in the end he was careless and spilled all over him.Jia She was very annoyed, today the whole family surrounded him to show courteousness, but his own son was lost, whose family is this poor child?It's too late to stop now!
Jia Lian hurriedly wiped it with a sweat towel, and the more she helped, the more busy she was, but Jia Zhen was clever and said, "Lian'er, go home and get a change of clothes for Uncle She, who will go into the house and sit warm. In case of going through the wind, it will be bad if you catch a cold."
Ning Shan also got up and said: "It's better to go back to the house as soon as possible, so that you don't have to go back and forth."
As soon as Jia Rong heard this, she immediately said, "Nephew, go get a taxi to the second gate."
Jia Zhen scolded: "What kind of car is it called? Let the strong woman carry the sedan chair in, cover it tightly, and send Uncle She back home."
Jia Amnesty quite enjoyed this kind of treatment, the only regret was that Zheng Er was not on the scene, so he didn't have the jealousy to see it in person.The second is that it is a pity that Zheng's second son's son did not come to praise him, but after thinking about it later, forget it, that boy Baoyu is better at serving others than Jia Lian, so it would be troublesome to use him.
Jia Qiang was sent to bid farewell to Shi Taijun. She didn't say the specific situation, but said that Jia Amnesty was full and wanted to go back home.As soon as Madam Xing heard this, she pulled Yingchun and stood up, wanting to leave. Sister Feng was halfway through her work, when she heard this, she threw up her hands and stood in the middle of the ground, wondering if she should also go with her.
Shi Taijun was once again swept away by Jia She, and he couldn't bear it anymore, saying: "He can go wherever he likes, why bother to drag others? Just say what I said, if he wants to leave his daughter-in-law and granddaughter to play, he still has to do it." What's up with Ken?"
The voice was not low, and could be heard on the other side of the man. Jia She groaned and insisted on stopping before leaving: "How useful is it for the old lady to keep the two of them? I'm afraid she wants to keep my eldest son for help. As early as Qian Xiang When the country was still in turmoil, didn't you just plan to let my eldest son take credit for helping your concubine Jia? What's the matter, I finally invited my son here today, so I just let him go, are you not reconciled? Aw... ·”
Ning Shan stepped on him, and said: "If you don't find me something to do, you'll be flustered all the time, won't you?" He was too lazy to argue with the old lady.
In the end, Jia Amnesty's words really aroused Shi Taijun's eagerness to move, and he suddenly remembered the poetry club proposed by Tanchun a long time ago that caused Baoyu to suffer, and suddenly said without thinking: "You old people Let's all go, today I took the children to play. They ate crabs and enjoyed golden osmanthus and chrysanthemums. They wanted to start a poetry club and write poems. Shan'er and Lian'er also stayed to listen. People Everyone praises you as a Confucian general, both civil and military, and I also listen to the poems of your younger brothers and sisters, do you still listen to them?"
Ning Shan said with a smile: "Confucian generals and so on are just good names given by everyone, and I am just a layman. If I talk about the art of war and the strategy of war, I have plenty of words, but I am not so good at composing poems."
When Shi Taijun heard it, he insisted on keeping him to attend the poetry meeting, in order to let him see Baoyu's talent, which was praised by everyone. Shi Taijun only thought that if he loved Baoyu, everyone should like him. Seeing his talent and character, everyone will take a high look and praise him highly.If Ning Shan saw Baoyu's talent and beauty, and recommended him one or two in the court, she might be able to get an official.It's not unheard of in the previous dynasty. If Gan Luo was able to worship the prime minister at the age of 12, her precious jade must be no different.
Ning Shan never expected that Shi Taijun's thinking would diverge so much, she just felt that she insisted on staying and writing poems by herself just because she wanted to see his jokes.After all, he was born as a general, and he didn't take the imperial examination route, and he didn't rely on literary talents to achieve his current official position.The second master of the Jia family and Jia Baoyu are both well-known, claiming to be able to read and talented.Ning Shan only felt that the old lady was just seeing her beloved youngest son being bullied by the disliked eldest son so much that he couldn't even become an official, so she let her precious grandson come out to save her face and find a psychological balance in disguise.
Ning Shan didn't care, he didn't dare to say that he was better than Zijian, but compared to the average person, especially an arrogant kid who dared to burn everything except the Four Books, he was very confident.If he loses to the No. [-] Scholar, that's fine. A brat who doesn't even look down on his sister, how can he still lose?joke!
When you write poetry, you write poetry.
Jia Amnesty was stuffed into a sedan chair by Ning Shan and escorted home by Jia Lian, Jia Zhen and others followed suit.Ning Shan was left alone to take Yingchun to join their poetry club that didn't even have a name.
Baoyu is more cheerful than anyone else, but she can't say a word.When she wanted to do this for a while, and for a while to do that, Daiyu said impatiently, "It's better to decide on a topic first." Baoyu was busy echoing, but couldn't think of a suitable topic.
At this time, Baochai, who had never attracted much attention, suddenly stood up and talked eloquently, saying: "If you want me to say something, it's not too ingenious to choose a poem title. Just think about those tricky and weird titles in ancient poems." And that extremely dangerous rhyme, if the title is too novel and the rhyme is too dangerous, then there will be no good poems, and it will be petty. Today, the old lady is in a good mood and invited us to eat crabs and enjoy flowers, so it is better to use flowers as the topic. "
Tanchun said, "There are so many flowers, which one should I make?"
Baoyu joked again: "A few days ago, someone gave me four pots of excellent white crabapple. I thought I would keep them for Sister Lin, and they are still carefully raising them in Yihong Courtyard. Why don't I ask someone to fetch them? , how about we just make Begonia poems?"
Daiyu didn't want Baoyu's things very much, so she stopped back and said, "It's just a white begonia. No one has never seen it before, so why must I see it before writing it. The poems and proses of the ancients are just for expressing love. Er. If they were written by waiting to see them, there would be no such poems now.”
Yingchun also said: "Poetry writing is just a momentary interest. When you send someone to fetch it, we will no longer have that kind of elegance." He felt bored and just wanted to fool around quickly and go home.
Xichun suddenly pointed to the sweet-scented osmanthus tree that Ning Shan was leaning on, and said, "If you want flowers that you can see, don't you have sweet-scented osmanthus?" I have already started the layout in my mind and I am ready to draw it.Whether or not to write poetry is secondary.
Ning Shan stood far away, only seeing Xichun pointing at her, but she didn't know what she was talking about, so she walked over, pulled Xichun's braid hanging down her shoulders, and asked with a smile: "Little Xichun Are you calling me?" Because Jia Zhen is very thoughtful, witty and good at handling things, Ning Shan is also willing to give him some dignity, so Xi Chun's treatment in Ronghou Mansion and Ning's family is the same as that of Ying Chun, Ning Shan Shan also ordered her servants to call Guan Xichun Miss.After moving back to the Ronghou Mansion, for the convenience of distinguishing, Yingchun is the big girl or the eldest lady, Xichun is the little girl or Miss Xi, and the Lin family is called Biao Girl or Miss Biao.
Xichun tilted her head and said with a smile: "I didn't call you Brother Ning, I was talking about the two sweet-scented osmanthus trees. Some of the sisters said that they could compose poems at will, and some of them wrote poems only when they saw flowers, so I said there There are ready-made sweet-scented osmanthus, how many poems cannot be written!"
At this time, Baochai took a deep breath, quietly moved two steps closer to Xichun, and said to Ning Shan, "I don't know if the Protector has any good suggestions? Tell us, let's have a long time together." experience."
Ning Shan looked at this girl amusedly. During today's meal, she kept looking at her face, but she still did it in a concealed way. It's just that her vigilance is much higher than ordinary people to find out, otherwise she would I really think she is decent and dignified.
Now that he was asked by name, Ning Shan did not refuse. He thought of his previous life, every golden autumn, when his parents, brothers and sisters would gather together to eat crabs and admire chrysanthemums. Then he thought that such a day would never happen again. I couldn't help but sighed a little, and said: "Since we want to write Ying Jing'er's poems, why not use 'Chrysanthemum' as the title. Although the predecessors have done many things, we can use chrysanthemums as the guest and people as the main thing. , both novel and interesting, what do you think?"
When everyone heard this, they all applauded. Baoyu had the loudest voice and shouted: "Sure enough, brother Ning has the best idea. Our society, with chrysanthemum as its theme, is called Yongju Poetry Society?"
Ning Shan rolled his eyes at him, and said angrily, "Even if you change the order, it's better to call Juyong Poetry Club than Yongju." The name of a poetry club is so vulgar, what good poems can he really make? Come?Ning Shan was very skeptical, how did this kid boast his talent?Could it be that he is like his father, who is only "good at reading", but "not good at reading"!Then I thought about his theory of the country's traitor Lu Beetle, I'm afraid that he is not even "good" at reading, he just read some books and knows a few words.
Ning Shan looked up at Shi Taijun who was still leaning against the pavilion from a distance, and thought to herself: This old lady is only hoping to let her grandson show his talents and overwhelm me, but don't end up worse than my sister. But it would be too boring.Although it is his filial piety as a son to help his father step on the second room, but if the enemy is too weak and hangs the flag before the war starts, that would be boring.As a bloody warrior, Ning Shan said that although it is a great prestige to let the enemy run away, it is inevitable that life will be dull and lonely.At the age when he was still capable of prancing horses, this kind of honor should be postponed for a while.