Chapter 2855: Competitive Daiyu, Jia Chang Writes a 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 The poems and chapters must be written and written. 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 can't help but be ecstatic, and the ninth is "Hairpin Chrysanthemum"; even though all the people and things are gone, there are still chrysanthemums that can be chanted, "Chrysanthemum Shadow" and "Chrysanthemum Dream" are in the eleventh; the last volume is "Remnant Chrysanthemum" "This is the great success of the previous chapter."

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 pen 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 and refused to show it on weekdays. Different from 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 famous calligraphers since he was a child, and he has some attainments. 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 masterpieces in the book are worthy of comparison. It is called the first book of chrysanthemum chanting 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 tabletop 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 a little 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, which only give out 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 are complete, no one is allowed to continue, and they can just accept the penalty."

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 showing off anymore, which made her a little dissatisfied. He had to look at the candied pastries on the side, turning his grief and anger into strength. After a few more pieces, his belly became 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 Chrysanthemums", 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 out the nine poems "Hairpin Chrysanthemum". He was full of confidence and obviously had poems in his heart.

Shi Xiangyun's talent is not inferior to Lin Daiyu and Xue Baochai. She picked up the pen and started writing directly under the fourth and fifth poems, "To Chrysanthemum" and "Offering Chrysanthemum".

The crowd paused for a while and continued to think and brew. After a cup of tea, the twelve poems about chrysanthemums had been selected, and then everyone began to copy.

Remembering Chrysanthemum: Looking at the west wind with melancholy and thinking, the red reeds and white reeds are heartbreaking. The empty fence and old garden are without traces in autumn, but the thin moon and clear frost are aware of dreams. My heart follows the returning geese far away, and I sit alone and listen to the late anvil. Who will pity me for my yellow flower disease? Comfort me with words that there will be a date on Double Ninth Festival.

Visiting Chrysanthemum: Take a leisurely tour while the frost is clear, and don't stay too long with wine cups and medicine cups. Who planted it under the moon before the frost? Where is the sorrow outside the fence? The wax clogs come from afar with feelings, and the cold chanting is not enough. If the yellow flower knows how to pity the poet, don't let it down today!

Planting Chrysanthemum: Carrying a hoe and moving it from the autumn garden, it is planted by the fence and in front of the courtyard. Last night I was unexpectedly alive after the rain, and today I am still happy to see the frost bloom. I chant a thousand poems about autumn in the cold, and I pour a cup of cold fragrant wine when I am drunk. The spring is sealed by mud and I am diligent in protecting it, so I know that the well path is free from dust.

Chrysanthemum: It is more precious than gold when it is moved from another garden, one is light and the other is deep. I sit bareheaded by the sparse fence, hugging my knees and chanting in the cold fragrance. There is no one who is proud of you in the past, and it seems that only I am your soulmate. Don't waste the fleeting autumn light, and cherish every moment when we are together.

Chrysanthemum: I am happy to play the piano and drink wine, and the desk is decorated with elegance. The fragrance of the seat is divided into three paths of dew, and the book-throwing person faces a branch of autumn. The frost brings new dreams to the paper tent, and the cold setting sun in the garden recalls the old trip. Proud of the world because of the same smell, the spring breeze and peach and plum blossoms have not stayed.

Chrysanthemum: The rogue poet invades at dusk and dawn, and the sound is lost in the fence and rocks. The tip of the brush is full of beauty and writes in the frost, and the mouth is fragrant and chants to the moon. The whole paper is filled with self-pity and plaintive complaints. Who can understand the autumn heart with a few words? Since Tao Lingpingzhang, the noble spirit of the ages has been talked about until now.

Painting chrysanthemums: I don't know how crazy I am when I play with my pen after writing poems, how can I compete with the painting. I gather leaves and splash them into thousands of dots of ink, and gather flowers to dye a few traces of frost. The light and thick spirits will meet the shadows in the wind, and jump out of the fragrance of autumn's wrist. Don't recognize the leisurely picking of the east fence, sticking to the screen to comfort the Double Ninth Festival.

Asking chrysanthemums: If you want to ask about the autumn feelings, no one knows, and you murmur with your hands behind your back and knock on the east fence. Who will hide with the proud and lonely? Why are the flowers blooming so late? How lonely is the garden dew and frost? Can the wild geese return and the crickets be sick with lovesickness? Don't say that there are no people in the world to talk, why not make up words when you understand.

Hairpin chrysanthemums: The bottle is busy planting the fence every day, and don't recognize the makeup in the mirror when you pick them. The young man in Chang'an is addicted to flowers, and Mr. Pengze is a drunkard. The short hair is cold and wet with dew in the three paths, and the fragrance of the kudzu towel is stained with the frost of the ninth autumn. The high feelings are not in the eyes of the people of the time, so let him laugh at the roadside.

Chrysanthemum Shadow: Autumn light is repeated and heavy, quietly moving through the three paths. The sparse lights through the window depict the distance, and the moon is locked in the fence. The cold fragrance should stay, and the frost prints convey the spirit of the dream. Treasure the subtle fragrance and don't trample it, who can recognize the haziness with drunken eyes.

Chrysanthemum Dream: A clear sleep by the fence in autumn, the clouds and the moon are not clear. Ascending to heaven is not to admire Zhuangzi's butterfly, but to recall the old and find Tao Ling's alliance. When I fall asleep, I am reluctant to follow the wild geese, and when I wake up, I am annoyed by the crickets. When I wake up, who can I tell my sorrow? The withered grass and cold smoke have infinite feelings.

Withered chrysanthemum: Dew condenses and frost is heavy, and it gradually leans, and the banquet and appreciation have just passed the light snow. The pedicel has a lingering fragrance of gold, and the branches have no complete leaves and are scattered. The moon falls on the half bed, the crickets are sick, and the cold clouds and geese are late. We know we will meet again in the autumn wind next year, so don't miss each other for a while.

Everyone reads and praises each other.

Jia Chang retracted his gaze, smiled and looked at everyone, and commented.

"Looking at the whole poem, each has its own aphorisms, but among the twelve poems today, "Ode to Chrysanthemum" ranks first, "Asking about Chrysanthemum" ranks second, and "Dream of Chrysanthemum" ranks third. The title is new, the poem is new, and the idea is new. Sister Lin should be the champion!"

These three poems about chrysanthemum 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 hands and said proudly with a proud look on her face.

"I said that Miss Lin is the best at writing poems!"

Lin Daiyu lost to Shi Xiangyun yesterday, and she was happy to win back a game today. Seeing Xiao Ruyi giving face like this, her smile became even brighter, and she even glanced at Jia Chang provocatively. Obviously, she still remembered what happened yesterday and was angry.

Everyone commented on the twelve poems about chrysanthemum again. They were in high spirits, and asked someone to heat up the crabs and drink yellow wine. It was so comfortable.

Lin Daiyu was too shy to be greedy for the cold, so she just ate a few bites, then stopped her chopsticks, looked at the crabs on the table, and said mischievously.

"Today, we all wrote poems about chrysanthemums. Brother Chang failed to show his talent twice. Why don't we write a few poems about the crabs on the table? You people in Wu'an Marquis' Mansion can't just be judges, drink and not play!"

"Crack, crack, crack!"

Little Ruyi didn't need to do anything about crabs. She grabbed another big crab and started to eat it. Hearing this, she spoke directly.

"Marquis, hurry up and write poems, otherwise they won't ask us to participate in poetry gatherings in the future!"

"I like poetry gatherings the most. They are so delicious!"

Everyone smiled when they heard this. Others came to poetry gatherings to write poems and express their feelings, but Little Ruyi came to eat. This was the first time she heard that the poetry gatherings were so delicious.

Everyone started to make a fuss. Obviously, they didn't want 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, motioned her to shut up, then took a deep look at Lin Daiyu, sighed helplessly, and said.

"Forget it. I am not as talented as you sisters. Today I will write a quatrain. You can't laugh at me!"

"The heartless young man is rampant, relying on his own armor. He doesn't know the true taste of the world, so why pity me for serving wine and waiting for you to cook."

Jia Chang's clear voice echoed in everyone's ears. Everyone nodded repeatedly, secretly sighing that Jia Chang was quick-witted and blurted out without thinking. Obviously, he was also talented.

Lin Daiyu saw Jia Chang showing his talent, glanced at Xiao Ruyi next to him, and continued to joke.

"I want to send us away with just one quatrain, but I won't agree to it. Two people came to your Wu'an Marquis Mansion and ate so many crab cakes. How could you only compose one poem?"

Jia Chang looked at the reluctant 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 Marquis, 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, Wu'an Hou Mansion will never invite you again to the poetry gathering 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 crystals of the three rivers are shaking, the 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.

Lin Daiyu saw that Jia Chang could not be defeated, and she felt a sense of competitiveness in her heart, so she 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 good meal for an 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 in the battlefield. It should come to light!"

Lin Daiyu was infected, so she 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 forced herself to endure 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. The interest has been exhausted, so why not 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 really smart. He noticed that Miss Lin was not feeling well, so he asked me to bring this Qingxin Pill. You should take one!"

Xiao Ruyi took out the jade bottle from her bosom, opened the stopper, and poured out a green pill. It was crystal clear and exuded the fragrance of plants and trees, which made people feel refreshed.

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

"How did your Marquis know that I was not feeling well? He also knows medicine?"

Xiao Ruyi saw that Lin Daiyu had taken the Qingxin Pill, and then she felt relieved. She stuffed the jade bottle into Lin Daiyu's hand, raised her little head, looked proud, and her eyes were almost on top of her head.

"The Marquis is amazing. He knows a lot and knows everything!"

Lin Daiyu was about to tease Xiao Ruyi, but suddenly found that she was not feeling well anymore. She was surprised. She didn't expect that the Qingxin Pill was so magical, and she was secretly amazed in her heart.