The Concubine of the Red Chamber

It is neither difficult nor easy to write a poem on the theme of winter jasmine, because flowers are the subject that these girls often write about, but how to write novelty and brilliantly is not easy.Jia Lan looked at the girls one by one with no hesitation in waving the paper, feeling a little admiration in her heart.I think she had to make a draft in her head when she wrote the composition in the exam!

After everyone wrote their pens, Jia Lan read them one by one. Some wrote about the shape of the winter jasmine, some wrote about its temperament, and some wrote about its character...all of them were young, but their handwriting was beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

Of course, Jia Min's poems, Jia Lan, can be seen at a glance. There is no doubt that Jia Min's poems are good, but in order not to be partial, Jia Lan picked out three poems in total, and it is difficult to distinguish between them.Then everyone tasted it together, and the one selected in the end was Jia Min's as expected.

"I don't know how to write poems, but I know a story about winter jasmine." The first one was determined, and the second and third were difficult to distinguish. Jia Lan saw that they were in a dilemma, so he said softly.

"What's the story?" Jia Min didn't feel too happy about winning the first place, because she was used to it, but she didn't want everyone to quarrel, so she hurriedly asked.

Jia Lan organized his language slightly, and told the story about Dayu and his wife about the winter jasmine. (The story is in the words)

"The winter jasmine is placed in the green grass, elegant and plain, unpretentious...I didn't expect that there is such a touching thing behind it, and my poem is not worthy of it." After listening to it, Jia Min directly wrote the poem she just made. Tore it up, and then directly picked up the pen and rewrote a song.

Jia Min's new poem was naturally full of applause. Of course, Jia Lan's story also made all the girls feel novel. After appreciating the poem, Liu Yanran, a lady from the Liu family of the Ministry of Rites, asked Jia Lan: "My lady's story is really good, I don't know Where did you hear it, but there are other stories?"

"I don't have much spirituality, and I don't understand poetry, but I follow my county king. He likes to listen to operas, and I like to listen to stories. I don't know where I heard them, but I still have a few stories in my stomach." Lan watched the girls shed tears because of a story about winter jasmine flowers. No one shed tears. Others may feel sorry for them, but Jia Lan thought it was pretty, so he said, "If you like it, I'll tell you another one. I just hope that all the tears will be collected, otherwise others will see this and think that this princess is a vicious person, making all the young ladies sad."

"I didn't expect the empress to be so narrow-minded. Tell us what other stories the empress has. We will compose poems for you." Liu Yanran asked hurriedly, and everyone echoed her, even Jia Min and others helped Jia Lan Duan Tea handed snacks, expressed in action.

Jia Lan thought it was interesting, thought for a while, and thought of another more tragic story, so she said: "I can tell it! Don't blame me if you cry. Forget it, if you cry, this story I won't talk about it!"

"Don't blame me! Third sister, tell me quickly. None of us will cry." Jia Min hurriedly followed.

"Then I'll tell a story about the Bianhua flower. This story is all fabricated by people. It can't be taken as true, but it's just a story about flowers." Jia Lan drank a cup of tea, organized his words in his heart, and ate another piece. Dim Sum, and then said: "It is said that there are no flowers and leaves in the [-]-mile sandy sea, and it is a desolate place, but this is indeed the place where everyone will go after passing away. The only remaining girl of the Mengpo family, Sanqi, lives here. She has a naive personality. Silly,... After Sanqi's death, there was no more Mengpo in Mengpo Village, so Changsheng took over her job, waiting here every day for Sanqi, and he planted eight hundred miles of yellow springs with her favorite flowers of the other side, but who I don’t know if she turned into the wind, or into the cloud, or into the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers... The flowers on the other shore bloom without leaves, and when there are leaves, there are no flowers. They cherish each other forever, and never see each other..." (Soul Ferry to Huangquan)

"It's really pitiful...Sanqi is so pitiful...Changsheng is so pitiful...Woooo..."

"Why is this happening? I'll never see you again... woooo..."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

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When Jia Lan was telling the story, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that these beautiful little girls looked at her with wide-eyed eyes. They couldn't help applauding when they heard the exciting part, but they all bit their handkerchiefs tightly when they heard the sad part. He didn't dare to speak out, because he was afraid that he wouldn't tell the story, and when the story was over, he couldn't control it anymore. Jia Lan was admiring the tears of the beauty, and at the same time told everyone not to cry, but it didn't work.

"It's really all made up. The other shore flower is Manzhushahua, and its habit is that flowers fall and leaves grow, so someone made up this story. You should stop crying..." Jia Lan was satisfied with his bad taste, and then he lost his mind to comfort everyone.

Jia Min wiped her eyes, sniffed her nose, and said with a sob: "I always feel that there is really Sanqi in this world, and she will definitely meet Changsheng again."

"That's right, that's right." After Jia Lan finished speaking, she saw that Jia Min had tried on half of her dress, and asked in surprise, "Fourth sister, what's wrong with your skirt?"

Jia Min was a little shy when she heard the words, and then said in a low voice that when the story was the most exciting just now, the maid beside her was so engrossed in listening to it that she accidentally poured tea on her body, but she was reluctant to part with the rest of the story, so she was wearing a wet skirt like this. excuse me.

After Jia Min finished explaining, Jia Lan noticed that there was a maidservant in green who was gagged at the side, and then she put on her thin cloak which was held by Nanny Shen beside her, and said a little embarrassedly: "Then Let's go change clothes together, I've used up too much tea." Then she said to Zisu, who was serving her personally: "Take care of Fourth Miss, don't let her catch a cold."

"Together, is there any story for the princess?" Liu Yanran also got up and asked.

Looking at the girls with red and swollen eyes, Jia Lan felt a little guilty, and said, "I can't think of a story for the time being, but there are a few jokes, do you want to listen to them? Or, let's talk as we walk."

"There are five eggs in the kitchen. The first one said to the second: Look, you see, your five eggs have fluff. It's really scary! The second said the same thing to the third, and the third I also told the fourth one, and the fourth one was about to sigh, but the fifth egg couldn't bear it any longer, and said loudly: "You all go away, I am Maotao (kiwifruit)."

"A drunk man was drunk in a restaurant, and accidentally fell from upstairs, smashing several jars of the restaurant, which had just been sent in for a long time, attracting passers-by to watch, and as soon as the arrester passed by, he asked: When did it happen? The drunk man Confusedly said: "I don't know, I just arrived."

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"Haha... I can't do it anymore. Madam... Haha... It's so funny..."

Jia Lan looked at the girls who couldn't walk steadily while smiling, looked at the sky, and couldn't help laughing, thinking, look!Life is so interesting!With a few stories and jokes, there will be a group of confidants.

"Wait a minute, what's going on in front?" Beijing Palace has a yard dedicated to changing clothes for guests. Jia Lan and the others were talking and laughing, but they saw a group of people surrounded by guards in front of them. Jia Lan asked Mother Shen to go to the front Ask what's going on?Everyone hurriedly stopped and adjusted their appearance.

"If you go back to your mother, the front..." Shen Momo changed back in a moment, and replied with a bad face: "My mother, and all the girls, you should go back! Dirty things happened ahead, and all the ladies should know Don't make them worry."

Jia Lan nodded, and asked Jia Min, she said it was not cold, but it was warm today, and she was almost done.The other girls also knew that there was no room for loss at this time, so the group of people went back again.

Something happened to the Beijing Prince's Mansion, Jia Lan naturally couldn't stay longer, since it had nothing to do with her anyway, so he left directly.As soon as she sat in the carriage, Shen Momo reported back what she knew: "It is said that a guard of Nan'an Palace was drunk, somehow got to the inner courtyard, abruptly bumped into a girl, and then was spotted by a lady who was going to change clothes..."

"However, the old servant feels a little strange. The old servant saw Chuntao in front of the third princess in the crowd, and she looked very bad." After finishing speaking, Shen Shen added another sentence.

"Let's go eat something before going back home!" Not long after, Jun Zexuan, who was notified, also came out, got into the car and said to Jia Lan.After all, it's time for a banquet, so it's better to use it outside and then go back.

Jia Lan nodded and asked curiously, "You also know?"

Jun Zexuan sneered, and said in a low voice, "I'll tell you later, I'll give you a bibimbap."

Jia Lan naturally agreed, and then urged the carriage to leave quickly.She still wants to clean the room!I really drank too much tea.

"On one side are the prince of Nan'an and Baoqing, and on the other are the prince of Beijing and the young lady of Hanlin's family. It's very interesting, the prince of Nan'an and Baoqing, our good father may be upset now! He intends to take Bao Qing was allocated to the son of King Beijing, after all, King Nan'an has military power." During the meal, Jun Zexuan sarcastically said without hesitation: "This is exactly what the concubine Xian and the sixth child wanted. It’s a lot of fun to watch.”

"It's lively enough." Jia Lan whispered to Jun Zexuan with a strange expression after eating two mouthfuls: "Today, my fourth younger sister was splashed wet on her skirt. If she goes to change clothes, I guess..."

"It is estimated that Rong Guogong will kill relatives righteously! Your fourth sister probably went to the side of Beijing Jingwang, the lady of Rongguo Duke's mansion and Beijing Jingwang... I don't know who came up with this disgusting idea." Jun Zexuan said bluntly. .The King of Beijing is already in his forties this year, and his sons and daughters have all reached the age of marriage, and they have always acted as if they were in love with the princess. Rong Guogong estimated that he would try his best to send his daughter to the Buddhist hall, and he would not let her marry and lose the face of his ancestors.

Jia Lan also nodded in agreement. Jia Daishan loves Jia Min even more. At that time, it is estimated that the first life of Qingxiu in the Buddhist Hall is the end of Jia Min. I have some doubts in my heart, and I don't know how Jia Min hid in the life in the book. After this calculation, I can marry Lin Hai safely, or this matter is caused by my own butterfly.Thinking of this, Jia Lan felt a little guilty. If it hadn't been for today's bad humor and telling stories to amuse the little girl, Jia Min might have been tricked.

"Don't worry, as soon as this matter happens, Rong Guogong will have a conclusion, and Miss Jia Si will be safe. I didn't know that the lady can tell stories like this, and I haven't seen you tell me a few." Jun Ze When Xuan heard that Jia Min escaped the scheme because her wife's story was too good to listen to, and she was reluctant to leave, she immediately felt dissatisfied and said depressedly.

Thinking of the reaction of the little girl who heard the story, Jia Lan said with a smile: "I won't tell you! You haven't seen how funny those little girls are crying with tears in their eyes. Tell you, you can't cry for me look."

"Why do you want to make people cry?" Jun Zexuan asked in surprise.

Jia Lan smiled triumphantly, and then said mysteriously: "They are all beautiful and talented. It's too easy to be ashamed to be with them. I just thought that they all cried ugly, didn't they just reflect I am more beautiful. Thinking about it this way, I really am not a kind person."

Jun Zexuan liked to see her flamboyant and mischievous appearance, so he didn't ask what the story was. Anyway, he wanted to know, someone would say, and added a piece of sweet and sour ribs that Jia Lan liked very much recently, and said: " If you like to tell stories to people, you might as well make up the original and let them sing it, it will spread widely and more people will cry."

"I can't write it. Listening to opera is your hobby, okay?" Jia Lan ate it and found it delicious. She added another piece, and then she said calmly. She just had a sudden whim today, and it's not a day Wouldn't it be a pervert if I tried to make people cry and show her every day?

"It's not for you to write it yourself. You are only responsible for telling the story, and someone will arrange it later." After Jun Zexuan finished speaking, he reached out and poured Jia Lan a bowl of soup. They don't talk when they sleep, and they don't like to be served by others. They will take care of each other if they think it's delicious. And because they are both in the growth period, their appetite is much larger than others.

Jia Lan heard that the speed of eating was also a little slow. After thinking about it, she found it very interesting, but she was still worried: "I am afraid that my story will violate a taboo."

"It's okay, I'll review it for you." Jun Zexuan suggested, and he was very moved by this proposal.

By the way, Jia Lan stuffed a piece of lotus root into his mouth, squinted at him, and asked, "Don't you want to listen first?"

"I hope Madam will favor you." Jun Zexuan cupped his hands after eating the lotus root.

Jia Lan thought about it, think so!It's true, there are too few entertainments nowadays, and recalling the touching stories of the past can be regarded as training the memory. Anyway, she told a group of little girls to cry recently, and she felt very good in her heart, so she nodded.But what to tell first, she had to think carefully, she might not be able to remember all the stories.

Jia Lan couldn't think of a story to tell for a while, Jia Lan kept this matter in his heart for the time being, and planned to think about it slowly.

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The fairy tale of winter jasmine.

Long, long ago, there was a flood on the ground, the crops were flooded, the houses collapsed, and the people had to gather on the top of the mountain.The sky and the earth are chaotic all day long, and even the four seasons of spring and autumn can't be distinguished.

The emperor at that time was called Shun, and Shun asked his minister Gun to lead the people to control the water. After several years of control, the water became bigger and bigger.Gun died, and his son Yu took up the burden of flood control again.When Yu led the people to search for waterways, he met a girl in Tushan. This girl boiled water for them and cooked for them, and pointed them to water sources.Dayu was grateful to the girl, and the girl also liked Yu very much, so they got married.Because Yu was busy with water control, they got together for a few days and then broke up.Before leaving, the girl sent Yu off one way after another.When he came to a mountain, Yu said to her: "You have to tell when you send it! I won't turn back until I cure the water." The girl looked at Yu with tears in her eyes and said, "Go, I'll just stand here, and I will always watch you calm the flood and come back to me." Dayu parted, untied the brambles around his waist, and handed it to the girl.The girl touched the vine belt and said: "Go, I will stand here and wait until the vines bloom, the flood stops, and people live and work in peace, we will reunite again." All over Kyushu, digging rivers.A few years later, the rivers were dredged, the floods returned to the sea, the crops were unearthed, the willows sprouted, and the people finally lived in peace.Dayu happily rushed back overnight to find his beloved girl.From afar, he saw the girl standing on the high mountain waiting for him with the bunch of vines in her hand, but when he looked in front of him, it turned out that the girl had already turned into a stone statue.

It turned out that since Dayu left, the girl had been standing on this mountain and looking around every day.No matter it was windy or rainy, it was freezing cold, and he never went away.Later, the grass awl pierced through her feet, and the grass seeds sprouted and took root on her body, but she still held up the bramble vine and looked around.Over time, the girl turned into a stone statue, her hands grew together with the vines, and her blood soaked the vines.I don't know how long it took, the vines turned green and tender, and new branches sprouted.Yu stepped forward to call for the girl he loved, tears fell on the big stone statue, and in an instant, small golden flowers bloomed on the vine.

The vines bloomed and the flood disappeared.In order to commemorate the girl's kindness, Dayu named the Jingteng flower "Yingchunhua".