Xiangyun smiled and said, "What do you know?"

Tanchun raised his chin and said, "I knew that the good writing written by the third brother would definitely be able to write good poems!"

Yingchun smiled and said, "This is a lyric, not a poem."

Tanchun shook his head and said, "Character is also a kind of poetry, which is included. It's just that poetry expresses one's aspirations and lyrics more. For us, there is no difference.

Let’s talk about it…”

As she said that, she raised her chin again and said, "Such a good word is not inferior to a famous work in the Tang and Song dynasties. Who cares about anything else?"

Baoyu tasted a little: "I don't know, I thought you were sisters."

Everyone laughed again.

This was a hint of self-deprecation flashing through Daiyu's passionate eyes, and she said quietly: "I was laughing before. Brother Cong is good at everything, but he just can't write poetry.

Now it seems that the poems we make are worthy of being called poetry?

It's time to burn it."

The others were silent, but Baochai smiled and said, "Pin'er said it was too absolute. Even if the brother Cong made excellent lyrics, can't we make poetry?

In the Tang Dynasty, the green lotus seeds were beautiful in the world. Isn’t there any poems in Wang Mojie’s paintings?”

Daiyu chuckled and said, "Good sister, you should make a poem with poems in the painting. If you are in harmony with this poem, I will suppress you."

Xue Baochai: "..."

Seeing that Daiyu had chatted Tian'er to death, Baoyu hurriedly smoothed out and said, "That top scholar is a bit abominable. Jia Cong did a good job! Poor Xinghua's mother, what she asked was not human! However, Jia Cong's work was also bad. Since she had such talent, she shouldn't hide it. If you write such poems earlier, you can also set up a club together. Wouldn't that be a good thing?"

Baoyu had good intentions, but Daiyu thought he was helping Baochai. When she saw Baochai laughing and said, she became more annoyed. She sneered and said, "How dare Brother Cong go home to write poems? He doesn't have any gold or jade, but like me, he has no mother.

Is it worthy of writing poems and lyrics with you?"

As he said that, he shed tears first.

When Baoyu heard this, his face turned red, his eyes widened, and his anger broke into his chest.

He didn't understand, what he said was wrong?

Seeing Lin Daiyu crying sadly, Baoyu shouted, reached out and pulled the jade on the collar, smashed it hard to the ground, and said angrily: "What a pain, I'll smash you to the end!"

Others were frightened and Daiyu cried, "Why hit that dumb object? If you hit it, why not hit it? Why hit me..."

Baoyu became more angry when he heard this. Seeing that the jade could not be broken, he wanted to find something to continue smashing it. Yingchun, Xichun and others were so scared that Tanchun was extremely worried. If she really broke the jade with her, she would not be able to take it away.

Therefore, he tried hard to persuade Baochai.

But Xiangyun was more decisive after all, so he looked for an opportunity to pick up jade from the ground and hide it behind him.

Baoyu's face was deformed, and she was not afraid of looking for her, but she just didn't give it to her.

Baoyu said angrily: "What does my smashing of my things have to do with you?"

Xiangyun sneered: "It's okay if the second brother really wants to smash it. Just don't smash it in front of us. If you dare to smash it in front of the master, I will slap you!"

Baoyu: "..."

Almost vomiting blood!

Baochai came over and said angrily: "Yun Yatou has learned bad things, and if you don't persuade him seriously, you will be suffocated to death."

As he was speaking, the old lady's message came from outside the house: "Is Mr. Bao here? The guest is coming in front, and the master asked him to see the guest."

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Chapter completed!