Chapter 2854 Begonia Poetry Contest, Xiangyun Wins First Place

Yingchun is cowardly and silent, and she is very patient. This is a good opportunity for her to exercise and change her cold temper.

Tanchun does not need to be tempered. She is smart, intelligent, courageous and resolute, and is better than men. It is just because she has been suppressed by Mrs. Wang, so she is cautious and restrained.

Xichun is still young and has a lonely personality. She also needs to be tempered and change her temper. Otherwise, it would be pitiful for a good daughter to leave home.

Jia Zheng was still a little hesitant when he heard this. He didn't know whether he should agree to this. After all, there were hundreds of people in Rongguo Mansion, and it was not easy to manage because there were many people.

Jia Chang looked at Jia Zheng who was hesitant, sighed, and said to Jia Zheng with a straight face.

"Master, there is one more thing I forgot to tell you!"

Jia Zheng was stunned when he heard this, and his eyes stopped on Jia Chang's face, showing a little curiosity, and asked.

"What's the matter?"

"Some time ago, I asked for a favor from His Majesty, and my elder sister will be released from the palace!"

Jia Zheng was shocked when he heard this. He had no choice but to send Yuanchun to the palace. He spent a lot of money to avoid the decline of the family and to keep the wealth and glory.

Now that Jia Chang has been made a marquis and a general, he doesn't need to plan this matter anymore. Yuanchun has been suffering in the palace for many years. She is always worried and cautious, afraid that she will make a mistake and become a corpse in the palace the next day. Such a life is enough to drive people crazy.

"Master, you won't blame me for acting on my own, right?"

"Although I was made a marquis and a general when I was young, His Majesty thinks highly of me, but he is also more afraid of me. He will never let Sister Yuanchun become a concubine, otherwise His Majesty will be unable to sleep or eat!"

"In this way, there will be no point for Sister Yuanchun to suffer in the palace!"

"As soon as I proposed this, His Majesty readily agreed. It is obvious that he has already had an idea in mind. His Majesty is quite kind. He made Sister Jingxian Princess. As long as she leaves the palace, the decree will be issued."

When Jia Zheng heard this, he exhaled a breath of turbid air, with a complicated expression and mixed feelings, not knowing what to say.

"When Sister Yuanchun returns to the mansion after leaving the palace, she can also take a few sisters to manage the household together. It should not be a problem!"

When Jia Zheng heard this, he thought it made sense, so he adopted this suggestion and settled the matter for the time being. The mansion will be managed by the three sisters together for the time being.

"There is one more thing. My elder sister was awarded the title of Princess Jingxian. I am afraid that we need to build a separate courtyard in the mansion. Otherwise, it would be disrespectful to my elder sister's status as a princess. We need to discuss this matter with Ningguo Mansion."

"I have seen it. From the east, through the garden in the East Mansion, to the north, the total area is measured accurately. It is three and a half miles, which is enough to build a separate courtyard for the princess!"

Jia Chang thought of the Grand View Garden in the original book and took the opportunity to bring up this matter. This is also the regulation and etiquette of the court and cannot be neglected.

Jia Zheng did not object to this matter. He thought about it for a while and spoke.

"This matter is easy to handle. The two mansions have not made major construction for many years. I will go to the East Mansion to discuss it. Zhen'er will not disagree!"

After the matter was discussed, Jia Chang did not stay any longer. He left Rongguo Mansion and returned to Wu'an Marquis Mansion.

The next day, Jia Zheng announced that Sanchun would temporarily manage the house. For a time, it aroused thousands of waves and an uproar. Even Sanchun herself was extremely surprised.

Jia Zheng ignored all this, he still had things to do, so he went to Ningguo Mansion and discussed the construction of the Princess's Courtyard with Jia Zhen, and settled the matter.

Jia She, Jia Zheng, Jia Zhen, the old manager of the contract, and several friends and guests inspected the two mansions, renovated the palaces of the courtyards, and participated in the processing of the population. From then on, all kinds of craftsmen gathered together, and gold, silver, copper, tin, as well as earth, wood, bricks, and tiles were transported and transferred non-stop. First, the craftsmen were ordered to dismantle the walls and pavilions of Huifang Garden in Ning Mansion and directly enter the east courtyard of Rong Mansion. All the servants' rooms on the east side of Rong Mansion have been demolished.

Originally, although there was a small alley between Ning and Rong Mansions that was blocked, this alley was also private land, not an official road, so it could be connected. Huifang Garden originally drew a stream of running water from under the north corner wall, so there was no need to bother to draw more running water.

Although the rocks and trees were not suitable, Jia She lived in the old garden of Rongfu, where bamboos, rocks, pavilions, railings and other things could be moved. The two places were very close, and putting them together would save a lot of money. Even if they were not enough, the additions would be limited. This was all thanks to an old man named Shanziye, who planned and built it.

Jia Zheng was not used to worldly affairs, so he relied on Jia She, Jia Zhen, Jia Lian, Lai Da, Lai Sheng, Lin Zhixiao, Wu Xindeng, Zhan Guang, Cheng Rixing and others to arrange and control. Shanziye had a system for all matters such as piling up mountains and digging pools, building buildings and pavilions, planting bamboos and flowers, and adding scenery. After court, he would just visit various places and discuss the most important things with Jia She and others.

Jia She just stayed at home, and Jia Zhen and others would report to him personally or write a brief account if there was anything trivial; if there was something to say, he would call Jia Lian, Lai Da and others to take orders. Jia Rong was in charge of making gold and silver utensils. Jia Qiang went to Suzhou to hire a tutor and buy maids. Jia Zhen, Lai Da and others also selected people, opened registers, supervised the work, etc. It is impossible to describe them in one stroke, but it was very noisy and lively.

In just a few months, the villa was built. The main gate had five rooms, with barrel tiles and loach ridges on the top. The door rails and window lattices were all finely carved with fresh patterns, without any red powder decoration; the walls were all water-polished, and the white stone platform below was carved into the pattern of western grass. Looking left and right, there were snow-white walls, and tiger-skin stones were built below. It was indeed not luxurious and clichéd. When you open the door, you can see a green mountain in front of you. Looking forward, you can see white stones, which are like ghosts or beasts, standing in all directions; moss is spotted on them, and vines are shaded, revealing a narrow path among them.

In the courtyard, there are lush trees, exotic flowers, and a clear stream that flows from the depths of the trees and flowers to the gaps between the rocks. A few steps further, gradually to the north, it is flat and wide, with flying buildings on both sides, carved eaves and embroidered railings, all hidden between the treetops in the valley. Looking down, the clear stream flows like snow, the stone steps penetrate the clouds, the white stones are used as railings, and the edge of the pool is surrounded by stone bridges. The harbor is a beast face, and there is a pavilion on the bridge. There are either a clear hall or a thatched cottage; there are piled stones as walls, or woven flowers as windows; there are secluded Buddhist temples at the foot of the mountain, or female Taoist alchemy rooms hidden in the forest; there are long corridors and winding caves, or square buildings and round pavilions. It is really a myriad of scenes, magnificent and magnificent.

After the completion of the Grand View Garden, the Ning and Rong families often went in to play and enjoy. On this day, the sisters of the Rongguo Mansion organized a poetry meeting and invited Jia Chang and Xiao Ruyi. It happened that Jia Chang had nothing to do these days, so he agreed.

Lin Daiyu, Xue Baochai, Tanchun, Jia Baoyu, and a round-faced girl who loves to laugh, who is outspoken, cheerful and generous, and looks a bit naughty. This person is Shi Xiangyun, who has just come to Rongguo Mansion to stay temporarily these few days.

Shi Xiangyun's parents died when she was still an infant, and she was raised by her uncle and aunt. She is the niece of Jia's mother, and is generally called Shi Da Nv in the Jia family. Due to the financial constraints of the Shi family, she did not live the life of a noble lady; but she was open-minded and optimistic by nature, and she was free and unrestrained, which made Jia Chang very fond of her.

Everyone gathered together, with the theme of crabapple, and the time of one stick of incense as the standard, to write a poem. Jia Chang did not participate on the grounds that he was a military general, but just acted as a referee on the side.

As for Xiao Ruyi, this girl is stupid. Jia Chang spent a lot of energy, but only taught her to read and recognize characters. If she wants to write poems, there is no hope in this life. She also shouted to be a referee.

Tanchun was quick-witted. In just a short moment, she wrote a poem and handed it to Jia Chang, the judge. After a while, Xue Baochai also finished her poem. One after another, everyone finished their poems, except Lin Daiyu and Shi Xiangyun. They handed in their own poems until the incense was almost burned out.

Everyone sat in a circle, and Jia Chang recited the poems written by everyone. Everyone voted for the champion. Jia Chang read Tanchun's poem about crabapples in order. His voice was clear and pleasant, like a mountain stream, clear and pure, fascinating.

The setting sun and cold grass covered the heavy door, and the moss was full of the basin after the rain.

Jade is a spirit that is hard to be compared with, and snow is a flesh and bone that is easy to be enchanted.

The heart is a little delicate and weak, and the beautiful shadow has traces in the moon at midnight.

Don't think that the white fairy can fly away, and the affectionate accompanies me to chant the dusk.

After listening, everyone praised it. Jia Chang then read the poem written by Xue Baochai. Xiao Ruyi sat aside, talking non-stop, staring at everyone with bright eyes, showing curiosity. She couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, just watching the fun. When others praised, she also praised. When others applauded, she also applauded. The main purpose was to set off the atmosphere, and she was very responsible.

Cherish your beauty and close the door during the day, and pour the moss basin with your own hand jar.

Rouge washes out the shadow of the autumn steps, and ice and snow attract the soul of the dew.

Only when it is pale can you know that the flowers are more beautiful, and how can you get jade without traces when you are too sad.

If you want to repay Baidi, you should be clean, and you are silent and graceful, and the sun is setting again.

Tanchun is quick-witted and writes poems very quickly, but her poems are not as subtle and profound as Xue Baochai's.

Everyone praised again, and Xiao Ruyi played a companion role, stuffing all the cakes in her hand into her mouth, bulging, and clapping her hands, the atmosphere suddenly became much stronger.

Jia Chang glanced at the little Ruyi who was just filling in the gaps. The girl immediately showed a flattering smile. Jia Chang sighed. It was because she was a stupid girl he raised. No matter how bad she was, he had to tolerate her. He retracted his gaze and began to recite Jia Baoyu's Begonia poem.

Jia Baoyu was not a stupid person. He had an excellent memory and could read ten lines at a glance. He was extremely intelligent and spiritual. It was a pity that he did not use his talent in the right way. He hated officialdom and economy. He was a rich and idle person. He was very proficient in poetry and songs.

The autumn face was reflected in the heavy door, and the seven sections gathered into a basin of snow.

Taizhen came out of the bath with ice as her shadow, and Xizi's heart was jade as her soul.

The morning breeze did not dispel thousands of worries, and the night rain added a trace of tears.

Leaning alone on the painted railing as if with intention, the clear anvil and the complaining flute sent off the dusk.

No wonder Jia Baoyu said that girls were made of water, with delicate thoughts. Jia Baoyu's talent was not as good as Tanchun and Xue Baochai, and the Begonia poem he wrote was not as noble as the two.

Jia Baoyu didn't care about this, but looked at Lin Daiyu with expectation, wanting to appreciate Lin Daiyu's masterpiece.

Jia Chang put Jia Baoyu's poem aside and looked at the paper in his hand, a small calligraphy with beautiful and graceful characters, like a flower-arranging dancer, a lotus, a beautiful woman on stage, a fairy playing with shadows, and a red lotus reflecting on the water, a green pond with floating clouds.

"Good handwriting!"

Jia Chang praised in a low voice, making Lin Daiyu smile, lower her head and remain silent, the most gentle, gorgeous and shy when she lowered her head.

Jia Chang looked at the crabapple poem written by Lin Daiyu, and nodded secretly, and the clear voice echoed in everyone's ears, clear and powerful.

Half-rolled Xiang curtains and half-closed doors, grinding ice into soil and jade into basins.

Stealing three points of white from the pear core, borrowing a wisp of soul from the plum blossom.

The fairy in the moon cave sews a white sleeve, and the resentful girl in the autumn boudoir wipes the tears.

Who can I tell my shyness silently? Tiredly leaning against the west wind, the night is already dark.

This poem has a unique personality and style, showing Lin Daiyu's arrogant character that despises the dirty world, her sentimental emotions of loneliness and loneliness, and her talented poetic sentiment.

Jia Chang looked up at Lin Daiyu and commented with a smile.

"Among the four of you, this poem is the most elegant and unique!"

Everyone nodded in agreement. Lin Daiyu is indeed a smart person with a lot more agility than others, which makes people admire her.

When Lin Daiyu heard Jia Chang's praise, she felt inexplicably happy in her heart. She had a bright smile on her beautiful and cold face, and there was no trace of the past self-pity and self-admiration.

"Brother Chang is so complimentary. I still haven't read Xiang Yun's poem. Maybe her Begonia poem is even better!"

Although Lin Daiyu said this, she did not think so in her heart and was confident that she would win the poetry championship this time.

Jia Chang was like a piece of wood, nodding in agreement. Shi Xiangyun's talent should not be underestimated. It was too early to say the outcome at this time.

Jia Baoyu understood his daughter's thoughts and said quickly.

"But I think there is no need to compare, this poem is the first!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone laughed and looked at Lin Daiyu and Jia Baoyu jokingly. Jia Baoyu was very thick-skinned, proud and without any shyness.

Lin Daiyu looked at Jia Chang, a trace of worry flashed in her eyes, inexplicably caring about Jia Chang's feelings, and seemed to be afraid that Jia Chang would misunderstand, so she spoke.

"Whether you are number one or not is not up to you, it still has to be based on the referee's evaluation!"

Jia Chang glanced at Lin Daiyu, remained silent, put the Begonia poem in his hand aside, picked up Shi Xiangyun's poem again, looked at it, and couldn't help but be startled, this poem was actually better than Lin Daiyu's poem. The poem reveals a sense of pride, satisfaction and gratitude, which is also Shi Xiangyun's character. Give it a little sunshine and it will shine!

The gods came to the capital yesterday and planted a pot of Lantian jade.

Of course Shuang'e prefers coldness, but if it weren't for Guan Qiannu, she would also leave her soul.

Where does Qiuyin bring out the snow? Rain stains add space marks.

But I like that the poet is tireless in chanting, so how can I spend the morning and dusk in loneliness?

The clear voice sounded again, with a free and easy voice that made people feel inexplicably cheerful.

"What a poem!"

Jia Chang looked at the smiling girl and said with great appreciation.

"This poem is more lively than Sister Xue's Begonia poem, and more heroic and broad-minded than Sister Lin's Begonia poem. It should be the best poem this time!"

Lin Daiyu looked at Jia Chang in astonishment. She didn't expect that Shi Xiangyun's poem was rated first in the face so quickly.

Lin Daiyu felt depressed in her heart, not because Shi Xiangyun won the poetry championship this time. She savored the poem carefully and felt that it was indeed better than herself and felt ashamed. But she was not happy in her heart because Jia Chang treated everyone equally and was fair and equitable.

If Jia Baoyu were to be the judge, even if Shi Xiangyun's Begonia poem was better, he would definitely think that Lin Daiyu's poem was the first, but when it comes to Jia Chang's case, it is different.

Jia Chang naturally didn't know what Lin Daiyu's daughter's family was thinking, so he said to everyone.

"Sister Shi should be the first in this poetry competition. Are you convinced?"

Everyone nodded, but Jia Baoyu shook his head and muttered.

"I still think Sister Lin's poems are the best!"

These words made Lin Daiyu a little embarrassed and turned her head away from Jia Baoyu, avoiding his gaze.

At this time, Xiao Ruyi had already eaten and drank enough, and he shouted.

"I also think Miss Lin's poems are the best!"

Jia Chang turned his head to look at Xiao Ruyi, glared at her fiercely, and said.

"Do you understand poetry? Just talk nonsense!"

However, Xiao Ruyi was not afraid of Jia Chang at all. She came close to Lin Daiyu, hugged her arm, rubbed her little head, found a suitable position, and put her head on Lin Daiyu's shoulder, smiling. said.

"Looking at it from side to side, it looks like a ridge or a peak, with different heights and distances. I just like Miss Lin, and I say her poems are the best!"

When Lin Daiyu heard this, she finally laughed. She touched Xiao Ruyi's head with her slender white hands, rolled her eyes at Jia Chang, and said proudly.

"Xiao Ruyi is also a referee watching, she supports me, one to one draw!"

After saying that, Lin Daiyu couldn't help but laugh out loud. Feeling that she was childish, she turned to Shi Xiangyun and said.

"Sister Shi is well-deserved for her reputation as the greatest poet, and I feel inferior to her!"

After Xiao Ruyi's gag, Lin Daiyu's mood improved inexplicably. She lost her temper and smiled extremely brightly, as holy as the white lotus.

Tan Chun heard Lin Daiyu say this and joked.

"The sun didn't rise in the west today, which is surprising. Sister Lin is actually willing to admit defeat!"

Tanchun has been in charge of Rongguo Mansion for several months, and his personality has become much more cheerful. He is no longer as cautious as before, and is more lively and alert than before.

"That's nothing compared to the third sister. Now she is in charge of the huge Rongguo Mansion. Her voice is different, much higher than before!"

Lin Daiyu has a competitive temperament and does not want to suffer losses, so she also joked about Tanchun.

Having said this, Tanchun looked at Jia Chang gratefully. If it hadn't been for Jia Chang's suggestion that day, as a concubine, Tanchun would not have had the opportunity to be a housekeeper. Although she was tired during this period and had many things to deal with every day, But she learned a lot and understood how to manage things at home, which would be of great benefit to her in the future.

Not only has she been exploring the spring, welcoming the spring, but also enjoying the spring. She has also grown a lot in the past few months. After being tempered by things, her personality has become cheerful and lively. She is no longer as withdrawn and cowardly as usual, and has the air of a girl from the Duke's mansion.

Shi Xiangyun was also very happy to win Shigui and said.

"I'll be the host tomorrow. How about another poetry party?"

"Of course that's good, I'll definitely make the appointment!"

The sisters said happily, with smiles on their faces. These carefree days are what people yearn for the most.

Jia Chang knew that Shi Xiangyun was in a tight situation, so early the next morning, he ordered fresh crabs, several jars of fine wine, and various candied fruits and melons to be delivered.

After Shi Xiangyun returned, she remembered that she had no money to buy things, and it was difficult to ask Rongguo Mansion for help. She was at a loss and didn't know what to do. Jia Chang ordered people to send things. He was really thoughtful and thoughtful, which made her grateful.

This time, Shi Xiangyun gave a topic, which was to chant chrysanthemums. Jia Chang was still the referee, and a little Ruyi followed him.

Jia Chang thought that there were too many chrysanthemum poems written by predecessors, and they were a bit clichéd, so he proposed to use chrysanthemums as the guest and people as the main subject, and to come up with a few topics, all with two words, one virtual word and one real word. The real word is chrysanthemum, and the virtual word is a common word. In this way, it is both chanting chrysanthemums and describing things. No one has done it before, and it can't fall into a cliché. It can describe both scenery and objects. Everyone thinks this is a good idea.

Shi Xiangyun also nodded, raised both hands in agreement, and said.

"This is a good idea, but I don't know which virtual word to use? Brother Chang, do you have any ideas?!"