The Laughing Usa of the Red Chamber

Chapter 9

During banquets in the palace, eating and drinking came second. After entering the banquet, Shen Yulin only used a few pastries, so as not to get drunk easily.

Sure enough, when the words to be said were exhausted, someone from the first place made a toast to him.

Shen Yulin looked up, and saw the handsome young man in Xuanyi nodding his head slightly at him.

"That's the young master of the Wei family, Wei Ruolan," Shen Xiang said in a low voice.

Apart from this sentence, he didn't mention anything. Although Wei Ruolan is a fine person, he is not enough to look at in front of his disciples.

Shen Yulin smiled slightly, stood up and said, "Brother Wei, you are welcome."

She raised her glass to drink, but Wei Ruolan seemed to remember something, and said with a smile: "Brother Shen is still young, the 50-year-old Chang'an white wine is too strong, this is not the wine you should drink... It hurts."

Shen Yulin's achievements are too eye-catching, and he is a young man in his teens with a bright future, there are very few who are not jealous, but they are all from Shen Xiang's generation.

So even though the people around were toasting and toasting, pushing cups and changing cups, they all paid attention to this side, and when they saw Young Master Wei's attack, they even pricked up their ears.

After hearing this, Shen Yulin smiled lightly and said, "Brother Wei is making fun of me. Although Yulin has a small amount, he can still drink a little."

Wei Ruolan smiled and said, "I'm afraid it's more than a little? I heard people say that brother Shen has a lot."

"I don't dare to be Brother Wei's words, there are so many fine wines in the world, I have always had to hold this glass in my own hands."

Shen Yulin's porcelain cup shook lightly, her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and she looked at the color of the wine in the cup to the light, but it was clear.

Without waiting for Wei Ruolan to answer, he said again: "Yu Lin's body is cold, and he only likes to drink some strong wine. Although he gets drunk quickly, he is hearty."

Frightened by the sharpness in his eyes, Wei Ruolan was taken aback, and said with a forced smile: "It's human nature for a man to love liquor..."

Shen Yulin wondered: "Since it's human nature, why does Brother Wei stop me?"

Wei Ruolan was speechless.

Immediately, someone laughed and said: "Boy from the Wei family! You always disapprove of your Uncle Lin's praise of Xiao Yulin. Today, after seeing someone, do you know that you are being compared?"

This was Wei Ruolan's step down, and Shen Yulin saw that it was Lin Zhiyuan.

Sure enough, Wei Ruolan immediately laughed and said: "Brother Yulin is very eloquent, if Ruolan is not as good, then Uncle Lin will not make fun of my nephew. Ruolan punishes himself three cups for delaying Brother Yulin for so long."

After all, he raised his head and drank three cups, but it was neat.

Shen Yulin slowly pursed his lips and said, "Brother Wei, you are welcome."

He also drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

When he sat back in the banquet, everyone looked at him differently. If he could use this kid's good luck to generalize, but now it is different.

Wei Ruolan is a well-known smiling tiger in the circle, and many advisers and disciples who have more seniority than him have suffered under his hands, but this time when they meet Shen Yulin who turned out to be born out of nowhere, they fall to the bottom after just meeting him.

Shen Xiang ordered the attendants beside him to bring a fruit plate and put it on Shen Yulin's wine case, saying: "Drinking alcohol should be a bit uncomfortable at first, let's use some fruits."

Seeing that the four or five kinds of fruits on the plate were beautifully arranged, Shen Yulin couldn't help but move a few chopsticks. Although the fruits in winter are rare and expensive, they can't be controlled by countless man-made and material resources, and they are very fresh.

At this moment, most of the banquet was over, and many newly promoted talents on the stage in the hall were competing in poetry, Shen Yulin listened to it a few times, and felt quite bored.

Once upon a time, he was also the young leader of the Wenchang Association, No. 1 at the Luming Banquet, but his official career has worn him into a common man, his writing skills are still there, but he has long since lost his previous state of mind.

Sighing softly, he suddenly recalled the exam he presided over. A student who was framed and failed the exam was full of grief and indignation, and wrote a poem in front of his mansion.

"In the past, the world only had ten o'clock, but the Dao only occupied seven o'clock.

It's a pity that half my life was wrong, and who would know when I was young..."

Before I knew it, I drank a few more glasses.

......

"Poor...Half of my life was wrong, when Ji Lang...who knows...when...Ji Lang, who knows..."

......

He was half drunk, and murmured repeatedly with his eyes blindfolded, but no one heard him clearly.

Wei Ruolan has a good capacity for alcohol, because she lost face just now, but now she wants to win back a victory in poetry, because she smiled and said: "Brother Yulin has kept his head down all the time, but he has a good sentence in his heart to ponder? Why don't you say Come and let me wait..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw that Ruyu boy propped his head and slightly raised his eyelids, his cheeks were flushed, his phoenix eyes were like silk, he was already very drunk.

He couldn't help laughing, this man was really shallow, so he changed his words: "Brother Yulin is already drunk, we won't..."

Shen Yulin's lips curled up slightly, and her phoenix eyes raised lightly, "Who said I was drunk?"

"Qin, chess, calligraphy, painting, if the young master loses today, he will pack up his things and go back to the south of the Yangtze River tomorrow."

How could this person be so rampant!

Many talents on the stage looked at these two people.

Shen Xiang realized that Shen Yulin's situation was not right, looked up at him, but saw the rare joy and interest in the young man's eyes.

Can't help but laugh, and let him go.

Su Mingyin, who was a few seats away, looked over nervously, ready to smooth things over at any time.

But Shen Yulin said again: "But no one dares to compare? The young master said that there are not many talented people in Beijing, and the master just said that I am arrogant... huh..."

Others only thought that he was provocative, but they didn't know that Shen Yulin was in love with the scene, and was also drunk for the first time in this world. He seemed to think that he had returned to the most wanton time of his youth.

Literati look down on each other, and soon some people objected: "Mr. Shen is too conceited! Bai Yuqiu of Jinzhou, writing a poem here, can be regarded as attracting jade..."

Shen Yulin squinted her eyes and listened, with a playful and frivolous smile on her lips.

After the man had finished reading, he chuckled, "This brother is really compassionate and cherishes jade, and the poetry of boudoir grievances is not bad."

When the words fell, the hall roared with laughter, and the man blushed.

In fact, he was just using the falling flowers and flowing water as a metaphor, implying that he was underappreciated, and being so misinterpreted by Shen Yulin, even he himself felt that strong tone of resentful woman.

"Well, since you write like nothing else, I'm just like you, so it's easy to compare."

He got up staggeringly, but walked steadily, walking all the way to Taichung.

Sitting in the main seat, Ji Qian saw Shen Yulin coming to the stage, he twitched his lips, and said to the servant behind him, "Exchange the best pen and ink for Mr. Shen."

Waiter here.

When they got closer, those scribes didn't know that the young man was drunk, so someone persuaded him: "Mr. Shen is so drunk, even if Brother Bai wins, he is still invincible. You might as well write it down... .”

Shen Yulin tilted his head and smiled, "Who is victorious without martial arts?"

He said to himself again: "It's not appropriate to bully him as a newcomer..."

That Bai Yuqiu was about to respond, but when he heard these two words, he fell down angrily, and said coldly: "Young Master Shen, let's hurry up!"

At this time, the inner waiter just changed the original pen and ink. Shen Yulin came to the case and spread the paper halfway, but there was a pause. In doubt, he reached out to touch the paper texture, sniffed the ink, and said with a smile: "Bo Yuxuan, broken Jin Mo, the master spends so much money, but wants to frame the son's poem?"

mad!Really crazy!

Who is the king of Yongning who still framed your poems?Many people gloated and thought, this person is so arrogant, he has made a great contribution, the prince might not like it.

Seeing that no one responded, Shen Yulin also felt bored, so he laid out the paper, wrote the first Qijue and threw away the pen, just like when he came, he walked back to the banquet.

When everyone looked at it, they saw that the font was flying freely and frivolously, but it showed its own character, which was unheard of.

Poetry:

The eaves flowers are wet and speechless, and the flowing water turns into ice, which is awe-inspiring.

It's cold when the red is full of frost, and the window is cold in the jade furnace.

.......

Feng Ziying said: "So you admit defeat?"

Wei Ruolan took a sip of tea, and said slowly, "No...he just died of drunkenness."

"Pfft!" Feng Ziying couldn't hold back her laughter, and said, "I want to see this guy who can make your Young Master Wei suffer twice in a row."

Wei Ruolan snorted coldly, "Let's take care of your illness first! It's the first time I've seen something wrong with nourishment in winter."

Feng Ziying leaned on the kang, shook her head when she heard the words, and said: "My mother is right, don't eat two meals, madam's and Yiniang's meals are great supplements separately, and together they become poison... ...Well, it is a blessing that my son is ordered to chat with you here."

Wei Ruolan was amused by his silly appearance.

Feng Ziying said again: "Although a woman's family can make troubles, it is not without benefits...Now I am a person who is going to be a father, how about you? What do you think?"

The tea bowl was lightly closed, and Wei Ruolan said indifferently: "It's just that the fate has not yet come. Baoyu is the same age as me, isn't he not married yet?"

Feng Ziying disliked Jia Baoyu more and more over the years, so she said, "How are you different from him? His grandmother wanted to give him a filial cousin, so naturally she taught him to wait."

Wei Ruolan sighed: "The daughter of a third-rank official and the second son of a fifth-rank official, even if they get closer, it's too much."

Feng Ziying sneered: "Ever since I was a child, I slept and ate together, that cousin's reputation has long been lost in the noble family. If she is not asked to marry, she will be forced to death."

Wei Ruolan said: "How to say?"

Feng Ziying said disdainfully: "I was drunk before Phoenix Egg. I said it myself. I hugged a maid and didn't let go. She kept calling me Sister Lin and Sister Bao. I told a lot of heart... Oh my God! It's okay, his cousin is not filial."

Feng Ziying was the descendant of the general family and inherited the title of second-class duke, so the party he held was naturally the first-class in Beijing, and the people who came and went were not Chengjue's eldest son, but also a handsome man in the clan.If Jia Baoyu had not had some friendship with him when he was young, he would not even be able to enter the threshold, and he ruined the reputation of several girls with a single mouth, which really made him lose a lot of face.

Wei Ruolan has been busy with her official career these years and has had very little contact with Jia Baoyu. At this time, she couldn't help saying: "How could Baoyu be like this? I remember that although he is sometimes a little idiot, he is a rare pure and kind person."

Feng Ziying said: "The purer and kinder he is, the more I hate him. He always does bad things unintentionally, and only cries when he gets out of the basket. Someone will take care of him."

"Do you remember Jia Huan? The little one who used to peek at us from behind the rockery?"

Wei Ruolan nodded, although she couldn't remember clearly, she vaguely knew that it was a very beautiful child.

Feng Ziying said: "It was four or five years ago that Jia Baoyu hid Qiguan and was given away. I found it privately and there is no letter..."

Wei Ruolan said in surprise: "Even if he was a concubine, Jia Huan is still a son of an official family, how could..."

Feng Ziying sneered.

Wei Ruolan opened her mouth to say something, but was silent in the end.

It's not that they have any feelings for Jia Huan, but they are too disappointed with Jia Baoyu.

"Baoyu... never... mentioned Jia Huan..."

"Why does he have the face to mention it?"

......

Thinking of Jia Baoyu talking and laughing and feasting on weekdays, Wei Ruolan felt a chill in her heart.

The author has something to say: Xiao Yulin's poems are adapted from Nalan Rongruo's drinking water lyrics, and the stupid author is still very smart. . . . . .Ah ha ha ha, will the stupid author tell you that the poem of the student who failed the exam was picked out by himself? . . . . . .