Spoilers for The Red Mansion, Daiyu’s mentality is broken

Chapter 18: It’s very spring with Mei

Upon hearing Li Wan's inquiry, Jia Baoyu said solemnly: "Sister-in-law, the three of us are willing to admit defeat. No matter what the punishment, we will admit it. But if Brother Huan is not punished severely, we will definitely not accept it."

Li Wan smiled and said: "In that case, I will punish the three of you to buy a banquet. How about we drink and drink plums here?"

Jia Baoyu clapped his hands and said with a smile: "This is an elegant thing. It couldn't be better. The three of us will accept the punishment. I will order someone to prepare it later. Sister-in-law, how should Brother Huan be punished?"

Li Wan said: "I have my own idea. Since Brother Huan dares to fool us with a limerick, I will punish him to write two poems, and he must be approved by all of us. Otherwise, he will not be counted as him Complete the punishment. Brother Huan, what do you think? Do you accept the punishment?"

Hearing Li Wan's punishment, everyone except Jia Huan clapped their hands and applauded.

Jia Huan touched his neck and smiled bitterly: "Okay, sister-in-law has spoken, how dare Huan'er disobey? However, I would like to ask my sisters-in-law to forgive me. If what I write is really not good after a while, sisters, My sister also agreed."

The girls clapped their hands and laughed and said: "If you can't do it again, if you don't write well, I will let you keep writing today. If you don't write well, you won't even be allowed to go back at night."

Next to him, Baoyu asked: "Huan Laosan, what about me? You only beg for mercy from your elder sisters, but not me?"

Jia Huan said blankly: "Sister Bao, aren't you my sister? I've obviously already begged for mercy just now."

With one sentence, all the girls laughed.

Baoyu gritted his teeth and said, "You are the third child in the ring, but you know how to arrange things for me. I won't let you go for a while."

While the girls were talking, Shi Xiangyun had already laid out the paper in front of Jia Huan.

The ink has already been ground, so there is no need to grind it again.

Tanchun directly picked up the brush and put it into Jia Huan's hand.

Jia Huan took the pen and licked the ink, then raised his hand to write.

When the girls looked at it, they saw Jia Huan writing:
Mei Xue struggled for spring and refused to surrender.

Mei Xu Xunxue is three points white, but Xue loses Mei for a while.

After seeing it, the girls couldn't help but clapped their hands and applauded.

Shi Xiangyun was the first to say: "Mei Xu is less white than snow, but the snow is less fragrant than plum. It really brings the snow and plum to life, as if two beauties are competing for beauty."

Xue Baochai said: "I feel that plum blossoms and snow are fighting for spring but they are not willing to fall. Sao Ren Ge's pen and chapter are really in line with the scenery in front of me."

"Look at the plum blossoms in bud, and the snow seems to be falling but not falling. It really seems like it has to be commented on before it can fall."

Daiyu pursed her lips and smiled, but said nothing.

Tan Chun said: "We have all benefited from Brother Huan, and this poem will surely be remembered for eternity. We, too, may be famous for this poem."

After hearing this, all the girls couldn't help but make associations.

Thousands of years later, when future generations recite this poem, they may be mentioned as the elders of the poetry society.

What happened today will surely create a great story.

Thinking of this, they couldn't help but be fascinated, wishing they could go to future generations to hear how future generations would comment on today's events.

Baoyu said: "Just now Huan Laosan arranged for me, and just now I thought, no matter what poem Huan Laosan writes later, no matter how good it is, I will not approve it."

"I would say that his writing was not good, and I asked him to keep writing. But after reading this poem, I insisted that it was not good against my will, but I couldn't say it no matter what."

After saying this, all the girls laughed.

At this time, Li Wan couldn't help but said: "Brother Huan, your punishment is only half completed, and there is still one more song. When do you plan to write it?"

Jia Huan smiled and said: "Sister-in-law, don't rush me, let me think slowly. I just had some inspiration, but for a while, it was elusive."

After hearing what Jia Huan said, no one urged him anymore.

It's an unexpected surprise to get this song today.

If I can get another good song, I will be really happy.

At that moment, Jia Baoyu went out and ordered someone to arrange a banquet.

After coming back, everyone was chatting and laughing, and it was very lively.

Where there is Shi Xiangyun, there will never be a moment of silence.

Shi Xiangyun was chattering and laughing non-stop.Xue Baochai occasionally said a few words.

Jia Baoyu, on the other hand, could compete with Shi Xiangyun.

Yingchun couldn't get a word in, but she liked the atmosphere very much.

Tanchun would say a word or two to everyone from time to time, so that no one would feel left out.

And the one who speaks the best is Jia Huan.

His views are unique and sharp, and they are often unexpected, which makes people feel greatly benefited.

He also spoke in a humorous manner, making everyone laugh.

Only Lin Dongdong, who usually liked to criticize others, didn't say a few words.

She leaned back on the chair and smiled as she watched everyone talking and laughing. She felt it was very interesting and warm.

At this moment, she felt a touch of the warmth of home.

This kind of warmth was something she had never experienced even when she was with her father.

She had never experienced it until her mother died of illness.

Unconsciously, the snowflakes falling from the sky gradually became denser.

The ground is covered with a thin layer of white, which cannot be seen without paying attention.

And a plum blossom on the branch facing the window actually stretched out from the flower bones.

In this wind and snow, quietly open.

"Look, the plum blossoms are blooming!"

"The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. The ancients are sincere and I can't deceive them!"

"Ah! The snow is getting heavier and heavier! The plum blossoms are also in full bloom. How can we live without wine in this scene?"

While he was talking, there was already a woman outside carrying a food box and delivering the food to the door.

There was a maid from Tanchun who picked her up outside the door and brought her to the house.

There is a ready-made fire in this room, so you don't have to worry about the dishes getting cold. You can just put them on the stove to heat them up.

Just as the maid was clearing the table and preparing the dishes, Jia Huan suddenly picked up the pen.

Seeing this situation, all the girls knew that Brother Huan must have got it.

Not to mention Brother Huan, even they had the urge to write poems when they saw the flying snow flakes and the blooming plum blossoms.

It's just that Huan's brother Zhuyu is in front of them, so they don't dare to show their shame.

Now that they see Brother Huan holding a pen, how can they still sit there?

All the girls stood up and stood behind Jia Huan, wondering what kind of amazing poem Huan would write.

Jia Huan wrote:

Having plums but no snow is not spiritual, and having snow but no plums is vulgar.

The evening poems are all over the sky and snowy, and they are very spring together with the plum.

Seeing this poem, the girls couldn't help but clapped their hands and praised it again.

Shi Xiangyun was the first to say: "Wonderful, wonderful, what a sunset poem, the sky is full of snow, and the plum blossoms are very spring!"

Xue Baochai praised: "The most rare thing is that these two poems are in the same line and connected, and they are all suitable for different situations. Brother Huan is so talented, it is only because he has the talent of Li Du!"

While he was talking, the maid had already arranged the food and wine.

Jia Huan smiled and said: "Yes, yes, sisters, please stop praising me. If you praise me any more, I'll be in trouble."

"With plums, snow and poetry, how can there be no wine? Come on, sisters and sisters, let me toast you!"

(End of this chapter)