"Brother Bao, don't listen to Yun Yatou and Feng Yatou. You may get scolded by the old lady if you eat too much and drink too much."

Li Wan, who had the great responsibility of looking after and educating Baoyu and the sisters, was afraid of being singled out by the old lady and Mrs. Wang, so he hurriedly tried to persuade him.

"I don't want to get angry with them," Baoyu said with a smile, "it's just that the osmanthus wine brewed in Sister Qing's house has a fragrant fragrance and is really delicious."

As today's host, Qingwen naturally has to serve her guests well.

Seeing that the sisters were free to do as they pleased, and there was no need for her to persuade them to drink or serve food, they brought plates, picked up some food, and delivered them to each room.

There are maids left to look after the rooms in each room, so it's time to take care of them.

Aunt Zheng went to the kitchen and ordered a few more dishes to be cooked and sent to Sister Feng's courtyard.

…

For a moment, Baoyu couldn't sit still anymore and twisted around as if there was a needle stuck in his butt.

Baochai glanced at him and said with a smile: "Have you finished eating? Why don't we let the girls eat freely? Let's remove the table first, put the fruit plate on it, and start writing poems?"

Baoyu responded immediately, and the others stopped talking.

The girls served tea to the master, and after washing, everyone stood up, and they removed the dishes, wiped the table, replaced the cups, and arranged the decorations.

The fruits that Xiaohong brought back from Zizhuxuan were all put on exquisite plates and placed on the table.

Naturally, the next step was to eat refreshments, sip tea, and write poems leisurely.

Qingwen originally wanted to have fun with her sisters today. She is not a shameful person. She is showing off her air of dignity. Why are she afraid of playing with everyone?

Isn't it just about composing poetry? It's not like she couldn't make up a few nonsense words if she was pushed into a hurry.

Xiao Hong winked at her and quietly exited the open room.

Qingwen quietly exited and talked to Xiaohong outside the door.

"Girl, I just went to Zizhuxuan to pick up the fruit. Mr. Yun said that Mr. Chen has returned from the north. He sent someone to book a private room yesterday. He will come to Zizhuxuan for lunch today. He must be eating at the moment.

Bar?"

"He's back?" Qingwen's heart moved, "You are here to greet me, I have to go find him right away."

She got a farm as big as Chen Hanxiao for nothing, and with the yield of this season's crops and more than a dozen servants, she felt that she owed him a lot of money, but until now she hadn't given him a penny.

It's hard to owe money, because if you owe someone, you'll become a debtor, and she doesn't want to owe a favor.

If this money is not given, she will not be able to eat or sleep.

That young master is always invisible. He went to Zizhuxuan today, and I don’t know where to find him tomorrow.

Today she must go over and give Zhuangzi his money.

Jiahui was accompanying the little maids at the table, rolling up her arms and sleeves, playing guessing games with others, and making a lively atmosphere.

Xiaohong went into the hall and whispered a few words in her ear.

Jiahui immediately put down her sleeves, lowered her head and went out quietly.

Xiangyun's eyes were sharp and he watched her go out. He turned around and looked around, but he didn't see Qingwen in the room. He quickly grabbed Xiaohong and asked: "Where is Sister Qing? We are going to compose a poem. Is it possible that she can't do it?"

Did you really hide out?"

Xiao Hong pursed her lips and smiled, then said in a lowered voice:

"Miss Shi, don't worry about our girl. Didn't she tell you yesterday that she was going to the temple to pray for harmony between husband and wife?"

"Bah!" Xiangyun's little face flushed and he spat lightly, "You really learn the temperament of whoever you follow. You masters and slaves are just as mean-tongued and annoying."

Xiaohong laughed and turned to the maid's table to greet her sisters for drinks and food.

Qingwen took the banknote and rushed to Zizhuxuan with Jiahui.

The carriage was running so fast that she was afraid that Chen Hanxiao would leave after eating.

But when she arrived, she didn't see Chen Hanxiao.

Jia Yun said that Master Chen had indeed booked a private room, but he did not come to dine.

Not coming? Qingwen was confused.

How could things not come true as promised? Even if they don't come, they should send someone to tell them whether this is an emergency.

She was a little worried and decided not to go back to Jia's house. She sat at Ziyunxuan all afternoon, but there was no news about Chen Hanxiao until the sun turned west.

I returned to Jia's house worriedly. The sisters had dispersed and the open room had been restored to its original state.

Xiaohong took the chrysanthemum poem written by Baodai and others and said with a smile:

"Today, Mr. Bao and the girls wrote poems, and Miss Lin won the first place. I am afraid that she is very proud of herself. Miss Shi also said, let the girl learn better, and she will not let the girl off the next time she starts the poetry club again.

"

Qingwen is not surprised that Daiyu can win the first prize.

In "A Dream of Red Mansions", the epilogue of this chapter is "Lin Xiaoxiang's poem on chrysanthemums, satirical poems about grasshoppers and crabs".

If I only allow myself to be messed up like this, I'm afraid Xi Baochai's crab-eating song, which has been repeatedly studied by future generations and satirizes the world, will not become a success.

"The road in front of us has no longitude and latitude, and the spring and autumn sky in the skin is black and yellow... What is the benefit of leaving the cauldron today? The remaining grain and millet are fragrant in the sky above the moon..."

I don’t know why the always gentle and generous Sister Bao made such vicious sarcasm? Who is the person she is sarcastic about?

This is also an eternal mystery. I am afraid that only Mr. Cao, who has passed away long ago, has the correct answer in his heart.

Qingwen shook her head and smiled, then took the paper and read it.

On a piece of Xuelang paper, twelve chrysanthemum poems were transcribed together.

The first is "Recalling the Chrysanthemums", the second is "Visiting the Chrysanthemums", visit what has been obtained and then "Plant the Chrysanthemums", and when the flowers are in full bloom, "Opposite the Chrysanthemums", they are relatively prosperous, fold the vase and offer it as "Offering the Chrysanthemums", and then proceed.

"Ying Chrysanthemums", "Painting Chrysanthemums", "Asking About Chrysanthemums", "Hairpin Chrysanthemums", "Chrysanthemum Shadows", "Chrysanthemum Dreams", and finally "The Broken Chrysanthemums" ends.

Among the twelve poems, Baochai, Tanchun, and Baoyu each composed two poems, and Daiyu and Xiangyun each composed three poems.

Throughout the text, each has its own aphorisms.

In particular, the three poems "Yong of Chrysanthemums", "Questioning about Chrysanthemums" and "Dream of Chrysanthemums" written by Daiyu are still the most stunning to this day, and I cannot complain that they are ranked the first.

"Who is hiding in the lonely world, the same flower blooms too late? How lonely is the dew in the garden and the frost in the garden? How can I miss lovesickness when I return home?"

Qingwen couldn't help but recite this line over and over again. She had read it thousands of times and never got tired of it.

"Girl likes it so much, is it possible that she will become a poet tomorrow and recite poems every day?" Xiaohong joked.

"That's not impossible," Qingwen said with a smile, "You haven't heard anyone say that if you have read three hundred Tang poems by heart, can you still recite them if you don't know how to compose them? I read them several times and figured out that I can compose ten of them by myself.

After the second song comes, then they will know my great talent."

The master and the servant joked for a while, and Qingwen's worried mood calmed down a little.

The next day, she went to Zizhuxuan early in the morning. By the afternoon, there was still no news about Chen Hanxiao, so she had to get up and go back to Rongguo Mansion.

The carriage stopped in front of the mansion, Qingwen got down, and vaguely saw Mrs. Wang's companion room in front of her - Zhou Rui's family, leading a plainly dressed old lady through the door.

It was her who was here! Lin Qingwen smiled.
Chapter completed!