Chapter 2853 The competitive Daiyu, Jia Chang’s poem

When Jia Chang heard this, he spread out the paper, polished it and dipped it in his pen. With a wave of his hand, dragons and phoenixes danced, and he wrote the title while speaking slowly.

"I thought about twelve topics and compiled them in order, just like someone else's calligraphy and painting album pages!"

"The first is "Recalling Chrysanthemums"; I can't remember it, so I visit. The second is "Visiting Chrysanthemums." When I visit, I plant the chrysanthemums. The third is "Planting Chrysanthemums." The seeds are in full bloom, so I appreciate them. The fourth is "Visiting Chrysanthemums." It's "Dairing the Chrysanthemums"; I was more than happy with it, so I broke it and offered it to the vase for playing with. The fifth is "Offering the Chrysanthemums"; I offer it but don't sing, but I also feel that the chrysanthemums have no color. The sixth is "Ying the Chrysanthemums"; after entering Words and chapters must be provided with pen and ink. The seventh is "Painting Chrysanthemums". Since the chrysanthemums are so busy, I don't know what the beauty of chrysanthemums is, so I can't help but ask. The eighth is "Asking Chrysanthemums". The chrysanthemums are like explanations, so that People couldn't help but be ecstatic, and the ninth song was "Hairpin Chrysanthemum"; even though all the people and things were gone, there were still chrysanthemums to chant, so the two poems "Chrysanthemum Shadow" and "Chrysanthemum Dream" were at eleventh; the last volume was "Remnant Chrysanthemum" 》The whole theme is in full bloom. This means that the good times and wonderful things of the Three Autumn Periods are all there.”

Jia Chang finished it in one go, without adding anything, so that all the sisters gathered around and looked at the handwriting on the paper that was like gold and stone. The muscles and bones were strong, revealing the edge, and the writing was powerful, penetrating the back of the paper, and penetrating into the wood. It was definitely not what people like them could write. of.

Shi Xiangyun picked up the paper and was suddenly stunned. His eyes were fixed on the case, and he exclaimed in surprise as the three points of penetration were so real.

"I only think that it is an exaggeration of the ancients. Today I finally saw it. Such powerful and powerful brushwork is rare in ancient and modern times. It can definitely be called a master of calligraphy!"

Lin Daiyu's handwriting was so delicate and graceful that she was a master of calligraphy. However, when she saw Jia Chang's powerful writing skills, she felt ashamed and secretly marveled.

"This kind of writing power, not to mention me, even my father can't match it. I will never be able to write such vigorous and powerful words in my life. People who have not worked hard and have amazing talents cannot achieve this kind of calligraphy. No wonder My father always praised him for his profound knowledge and talents. I thought he was exaggerating, but I didn't expect that he was hiding his clumsiness. He was unwilling to show it on weekdays. Unlike Baoyu, he was like a peacock. He wanted to show off his skills to everyone. Everyone knows it!”

Shi Xiangyun sighed. She thought she had some talent in calligraphy, but today she felt that she was extremely stupid and not as good as Jia Chang.

Xue Baochai is also a person who loves calligraphy. He has been copying the copybooks of famous writers since he was a child, and he has some accomplishments. Now he finds that none of the copybooks he has copied in the past can compare with the twenty-four characters written by Jia Chang. The book is a masterpiece. It is called the first book on chrysanthemums in ancient and modern times.

Tanchun had long known that Jia Chang was talented. Although he was amazed, he was better than the other sisters and would not lose his composure.

Jia Baoyu stared blankly at the ink marks on the table, and was amazed. He had never thought that there was someone in the world who could write so powerfully.

Only Xiao Ruyi was illiterate in writing and could only recognize a few words. She held the melon and fruit in her hand, opened her mouth and took a bite. It was crisp and sweet. Her smiling eyes were like crescent moons. When she saw everyone staring at the table, she couldn't help but look at it and exclaimed.

"Yeah, the table is actually dirty. I'm going to ask someone to help me clean it!"

Everyone woke up in shock and shouted to stop him at the same time. Their voices were high-pitched, which startled Xiao Ruyi.

"No!"

Xiao Ruyi looked aggrieved, opened her mouth and bit the fruit in her hand, and said weakly.

"If you don't want to wipe it, don't wipe it. Why are you so loud and mean to me?"

Lin Daiyu chuckled, hugged the aggrieved little Ruyi into her arms, and said with a smile.

"Xiao Ruyi, why are you so cute? It's so funny!"

Little Ruyi shines brightly when given some sunshine. She looked up at Lin Daiyu and smiled brightly, like the sunshine at noon, extremely warm, and she said proudly.

"Master Hou also often praises me for my cuteness!"

Jia Chang glanced at the embarrassed Xiao Ruyi, rolled his eyes helplessly, changed the subject, and spoke.

"Today's chanting of chrysanthemums is not limited to rhyme. There are obviously good poems, so why bother to be bound by rhyme. Let's not imitate those small schools of thought, which just come up with the title, not the rhyme. It's just for fun, and we don't make it difficult for others."

"Today, we only need seven-character rhyme poems for chanting chrysanthemums. Whoever wants to compose can compose any of them. If you have the energy to spare, you can even compose twelve poems; if you have no energy to spare, you can't complete one. Those who are talented and quick can do it. Your Majesty. If the twelve poems have been completed, no one will be allowed to continue, and they will just have to accept the penalty of drinking wine."

Because there were twelve chrysanthemum poems today, and there was no time limit, everyone tasted crabs together and drank some rice wine. Lin Daiyu was weak and could only taste it briefly. Only Xiao Ruyi was not afraid of meat and vegetables, and devoured three crabs in a row. Jia Chang was worried that she couldn't stand the cold, so he quickly stopped her from continuing to show off, which made her a little dissatisfied. He had to look at the candied pastries on the side, and turned his grief and anger into strength. After a few more pieces, his belly was bulging. Just satisfied.

Lin Daiyu pondered for a long time, and checked the eighth poem "Asking about Chrysanthemums" and the eleventh poem "Chrysanthemum Dream", indicating that she already had these two poems.

Xue Baochai held the wine glass in his hand and took a sip. Feeling that his whole body was warm, he also walked over and played the first song "Recalling Chrysanthemum".

Seeing this, Jia Baoyu quickly stepped forward, picked up his pen and made a tick under the second song "Visiting Chrysanthemum", and said with a smile.

"I already have four lines for this second song, so leave it to me to compose it!"

Tanchun saw that everyone was there, and not to be outdone, he stepped forward and checked the nine poems "Hairpin Chrysanthemum". He was full of confidence and obviously had poems in his heart.

Shi Xiangyun's talent was not inferior to that of Lin Daiyu and Xue Baochai. He picked up his pen and wrote directly under the fourth and fifth poems "Double Chrysanthemum" and "For Chrysanthemum".

Everyone paused for a moment and continued to conceive. After a cup of tea, the twelve chrysanthemum poems had been selected, and everyone began to write.

Recalling the chrysanthemum: looking at the west wind with sorrow and thinking, when the polygonum is red and the reeds are white, when the heart is broken. There is no trace of the empty fence in the old garden in autumn. The thin moon and the clear frost make the dream clear. I think about it and return to the wild goose. I sit alone and listen to the evening anvil. Who will pity me for my yellow flower disease? Congratulations on the Double Ninth Festival.

Visiting the Chrysanthemum: Take advantage of the frost and clear weather to take a trip, and don’t leave the wine glass and medicine cup flooded. Who grows it under the moon before the frost? Where can I worry outside the threshold and by the fence? The wax clogs come from far away and are in love, but the cold chanting is not enough. If the yellow flower takes pity on the poet, don't bear the burden of hanging the head of the staff now!

Planting chrysanthemums: I brought a hoe to the autumn garden and planted it by the fence and in front of the garden. It rained unexpectedly last night, but today there is still frost. Reciting thousands of autumn poems in the cold, getting drunk with a glass of cold wine. The springs are irrigated and sealed with mud to protect them diligently, so that I know the diameter of the well and keep away the dust.

To chrysanthemums: The chrysanthemums brought from other gardens are more precious than gold. One bush is light and the other is deep. Ketou sat beside the shady fence, hugging his knees and chanting in the cool fragrance. There has been no king in the world for a few years, but it seems that I am the only one who has good friends. Don't live up to the fleeting autumn light, but cherish every inch of sunshine.

Offering chrysanthemums: playing the piano and drinking wine makes the couple happy, and several cases of Tingting embellish the quiet. The incense is spread across three paths, and the person who throws the book is facing an autumn branch. The frost clears the paper tent to bring new dreams, and the cold sun sets in the garden to recall old travels. The pride of the world is also because of the same smell, the spring breeze does not drown the peaches and plums.

Chrysanthemum Chrysanthemum: The scoundrel poetry demon invades at dusk, walking around the fence and licking the rocks to silence the sound. The hair is written with beauty in the frost, and the fragrance in the mouth is chanting to the moon. The paper is full of self-pity and resentment. Who can explain the autumn heart in a few words? Since Tao Ling Pingzhang, it has been said through the ages to this day.

Painting Chrysanthemums: Poetry and play are not wild, how can it be a contest of painting and drawing. The gathered leaves are splashed with thousands of dots of ink, and the gathered flowers are dyed with a few traces of frost. The light and dense fragrance of Shenhui Fengqianying escapes the fragrance of autumn. Don't waste time picking things up on the east fence, or chatting on the screen to comfort yourself during the Double Ninth Festival.

Wenju: If you want to know about the autumn mood, but no one knows it, you murmur and knock on the east fence with your hands behind your back. Who will hide together with Gu Biao and Ao Shi? Is it too late for the same flower to bloom? How lonely is the dew in the garden and the frost in the garden? How can we miss lovesickness when we return home? If you don't want to talk about anything in the world, why not explain the phrases?

Hairpin chrysanthemum: The vase is used for fence planting. I am busy every day. I will never recognize the makeup in the mirror when I fold it. Mr. Chang'an is addicted to flowers, and Mr. Peng Ze is a drunkard. The short temples are stained with cold dew, and the fragrant kerchief is stained with autumn frost. High emotions are not in the eyes of people at the time, and he claps his hands and laughs on the roadside.

Chrysanthemum shadow: Autumn light overlaps one after another, sneaking into three paths. The sparse lights on the windows depict the far and near, and the moonlight locks are exquisite through the sieves of the fence. The cold fragrance lingers and the soul should stay, but the frost seal conveys the divine dream but it is empty. Don't step on the cherished secret fragrance to break it, no matter who is drunk and the eyes are hazy.

Chrysanthemum Dream: I feel clear in autumn by the fence, and the clouds and the moon are indistinguishable. To ascend to immortality is not to admire Zhuang, but to look for Tao Lingmeng in recalling the past. When I fall asleep, I follow the wild goose to break away. I am frightened and come back, so I am annoyed by the cries of crickets. Who do you complain to when you wake up? The decaying grass and cold smoke are endless.

The remaining chrysanthemum: The dew and frost are gradually pouring down, and the feast has just passed the light snow. The pedicle has a lingering fragrance of gold and is indifferent, but the branches have no whole leaves and green leaves. Half of the bed is filled with the sound of cicadas under the moonlight, and the wild geese are late in the cold clouds thousands of miles away. The autumn wind will see us again next year, so don't miss us when we break up for the time being.

Everyone watched and praised each song, praising each other endlessly.

Jia Chang withdrew his gaze, looked at everyone with a smile, and commented.

"Looking at the whole poem, each has its own aphorisms, but today's twelve poems "Ying Chrysanthemum" is the first, "Asking about the Chrysanthemums" is the second, and "Chrysanthemum Dream" is the third. The title is new, the poem is also new, and the intention is updated. Lin My sister should be the chief poet!"

These three chrysanthemum poems were all written by Lin Daiyu, which makes people marvel at her talent.

When Xiao Ruyi heard that Lin Daiyu won the first prize, she clapped her two little hands and said proudly with a proud look on her face.

"I just say that Miss Lin is the best at writing poetry!"

Lin Daiyu lost to Shi Xiangyun yesterday and got a win today. She was also happy in her heart. Seeing Xiao Ruyi giving face like this, her smile became even brighter. She even glanced at Jia Chang provocatively. She obviously still remembered what happened yesterday and was angry.

Everyone commented on the twelve chrysanthemum poems again, and they were very interested. They heated up the crabs and drank rice wine, which was very comfortable.

Lin Daiyu didn't dare to be greedy for cold food. She only took a few bites, then stopped using her chopsticks, looked at the table full of crabs, and said nervously.

"Today we all wrote poems about chrysanthemums. Brother Chang didn't show his talents twice. Why don't we just write a few poems about the crabs on the table? You people in the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion can't just be referees and drink wine. , but don’t end up!”

"Kakaka!"

Little Ruyi didn't need any crab items. She grabbed a big crab again and started to chew it. When she heard this, she spoke directly.

"Master Marquis, hurry up and compose a poem, otherwise they won't ask us to participate in poetry gatherings in the future!"

"I like the Poetry Club the most, it's so delicious!"

Everyone smiled when they heard this. Others came to the poetry gathering to write poems about their love. Xiao Ruyi came here just to eat. This was the first time she heard the comment that the poetry gathering was so delicious.

Everyone was booing, obviously unwilling to let Jia Chang go. They all looked at Jia Chang, obviously not allowing him to refuse.

Jia Chang glared at the greedy little Ruyi and told her to shut up, then took a deep look at Lin Daiyu, sighed helplessly and said.

"That's all, I'm not as talented as you sisters. I'm just going to compose a quatrain today. You guys can't laugh at me!"

"Young master without intestines is allowed to run wild, and he relies on his two habitats to serve as an armored soldier. If he doesn't know the true state of the world, how can he have the pity to wait for you to cook with him."

Jia Chang's clear voice echoed in everyone's ears, and everyone nodded, secretly sighing at Jia Chang's quick thinking. He blurted out the words without thinking at all, and he was obviously talented.

Seeing Jia Chang showing off his talent, Lin Daiyu glanced at Xiao Ruyi next to her and continued to joke.

"I want to send us away with just one quatrain, but I won't agree to it. There are two people in your Wu'an Hou Mansion who have eaten so many crab cakes. How can you only compose one poem!"

Jia Chang looked at the unwilling Lin Daiyu and secretly wondered what happened to Sister Lin today. She felt a little aggressive. Could it be that she still remembered what happened yesterday.

Jia Chang had no choice but to sigh and glanced at the unsatisfied little Ruyi. She was actually agreeing with Lin Daiyu, nodding her head repeatedly while chewing the big crab and muttering.

"Yes, yes!"

Jia Chang was furious, stared at Xiao Ruyi, and said fiercely.

"I have already composed a poem, you compose the rest!"

Hearing this, Xiao Ruyi was dumbfounded, stopped what she was doing, and said very frankly.

"Master Hou, I don't know how to compose poetry. I am good at eating crabs. If not, I will eat a crab for you. You compose poems for me. That's fair!"

Xiao Ruyi's abacus was ringing, and she really only took advantage without suffering any losses, which made Lin Daiyu laugh so hard that she urged her.

"Hurry up, Xiao Ruyi is your god-sister. If you don't compose a poem for her, who will do it for her? If you can't compose it, the Wu'an Marquis Mansion will never invite you again to poetry gatherings in the future, and Xiao Ruyi won't be able to eat well. It’s time to eat!”

When Xiao Ruyi heard this, she became anxious. There were too many delicious food at the poetry festival, and she couldn't miss it.

"Master Marquis, hurry up and compose a poem. I have to attend the poetry meeting!"

Jia Chang had no choice but to glare at his stupid girl and could only compose another poem.

"The three rivers are shaking with crystals, and the long swords and armor are dancing on the beach. The majesty is facing the sky from all sides, and the swords, swords, lips and spears are discussed in all directions."

Lin Daiyu and others all praised it. This poem was better than the one just now, and it was more domineering and vivid.

When Lin Daiyu saw that Jia Chang could not be defeated, she felt a faint desire to win and spoke again.

"Not yet. I have written three chrysanthemum poems today. You must write another poem. You are the Marquis of Wu'an, so you can't be inferior to a weak woman like me."

Jia Chang also saw that Lin Daiyu was deliberately making things difficult for her today, and said helplessly.

"Then it's the last one. Once you finish this poem, it's over. You can't embarrass me any more!"

Lin Daiyu smiled heartily, nodded, and agreed.

"The last song, never be embarrassed again!"

Jia Chang withdrew his gaze and looked at the table full of crabs. There was still a clicking sound in his ears. It was Xiao Ruyi who was feasting on the crabs. This girl was actually happy.

Jia Chang's mind flashed back to the days of fighting at the border, thinking how rampant the Nawala and Jurchen were back then. He chased them for thousands of miles and slaughtered their country and their species.

Jia Chang's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze was stern, and a powerful momentum rose from him. The sisters finally saw Jia Chang's domineering power as a general.

"It's a delicious meal at the autumn banquet. I think you were full of energy at that time. The iron armor and the strong pincers were so majestic. Who can say that you are a hero now?"

"What a poem. This shows the spirit of Marquis Wu'an on the battlefield. It should come to light!"

Lin Daiyu was infected, and actually picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. This was something that had never happened before, and everyone looked at her slightly.

Lin Daiyu felt a little uncomfortable after drinking this glass of wine. She frowned slightly and endured it, not wanting to spoil everyone's enjoyment.

Jia Chang looked in all directions, saw it in his eyes, chatted with everyone for a few words, glanced at the sky, and said.

"Today's poetry meeting is here, and the interest has been exhausted, so why not let's break up!"

After hearing this, everyone felt that they had had enough fun today, so they nodded and dispersed.

Jia Chang was followed by little Ruyi who kept mouthing. She packed some candied fruits from the poetry meeting and tasted them happily without stopping her mouth for a moment. She really didn't know where she had eaten so many things.

Jia Chang stopped, and Xiao Ruyi behind him didn't react in time and bumped directly into Jia Chang's back.

"ah!"

Xiao Ruyi felt as if she had hit a wall, which was extremely hard. She let out a cry of pain, covered her slightly red forehead with her little hands, looked up at Jia Chang, and asked blankly.

"Master Hou, why don't you leave?"

Jia Chang thought for a moment, took out a jade bottle from his arms, handed it to Xiao Ruyi, and gave instructions.

"This contains the Qingxin Pill, which can calm the mind and calm the mind. Go and give it to Sister Lin. She just drank wine and is feeling a little unwell!"

Xiao Ruyi took the jade bottle, stuffed it into her arms, patted her chest, and said as if she was taking it all in.

"Leave it to me, I will handle it properly for the Marquis!"

After saying that, Xiao Ruyi turned around and changed direction, heading towards Lin Daiyu's residence, jumping up and down, showing joy, carefree and enviable.

Xiao Ruyi came outside Lin Daiyu's house, finished the last piece of candied fruit, took out her handkerchief and wiped her hands before pushing the door open and entering.

Lin Daiyu was feeling a little unwell now. She was lying on the couch with her brows furrowed. Her little face looked a little pale, and there were glistening beads of sweat on her smooth forehead. When she heard the movement, she turned around and saw that it was Xiao Ruyi, Qiang Zi Laughing, asked.

"Xiao Ruyi, why are you here?"

Xiao Ruyi looked around the room and didn't see Lin Daiyu's maid Zijuan, so she asked.

"Why isn't Sister Zijuan here?"

Lin Daiyu chuckled softly, showing weakness and discomfort.

"I'm feeling a little unwell, and she went to make some medicine for me!"

When Xiao Ruyi heard this, she quickly came to the couch, looked at Lin Daiyu nervously, and said worriedly.

"The Marquis is indeed smart. He sensed Miss Lin's discomfort and asked me to send you this Qingxin Pill. Take one quickly!"

Xiao Ruyi took out the jade bottle from her arms, opened the stopper, and poured out a green pill. It was crystal clear and exuded the fragrance of vegetation, making people feel refreshed and refreshed.

Lin Daiyu was slightly surprised. She seemed to trust Jia Chang very much. She swallowed the Qingxin Pill handed over by Xiao Ruyi without hesitation, and then asked doubtfully.

"How did your Marquis see that I was unwell, and how did he know medical skills?"

Xiaoru saw that Lin Daiyu had taken the Qingxin Pill, and then she felt relieved. She put the jade bottle into Lin Daiyu's hand, raised her little head with a proud look on her face, and her eyes almost reached the top of her head.

"Master Hou is so awesome, he knows so much, he can do everything!"

Lin Daiyu was just about to make fun of Xiao Ruyi, but suddenly she found that she didn't feel uncomfortable anymore, with a look of surprise on her face. She didn't expect that the Qingxin Pill was so magical, and she was secretly amazed in her heart.