The Red Chamber: Hang Qin Keqing at the start

Chapter 109 [109] Touring the Yan Yushi's Mansion to Hidden Murder

Yangzhou City is located on the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, close to the Yangtze River. Since the Tang Dynasty, it has been an important economic and cultural center and a major trading port.

During the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty, Yangzhou City had a new city and an old city pattern.

There is a winding river running through the city on the left. This river is the Little Qinhuai River.

There are five bridges on the river, including Xiaoshi Bridge, Yingen Bridge, Kaiming Bridge, Tongsi Bridge and Taiping Bridge.

The left half of Yangzhou City is the old city, where there are some ancient temples and towers.

The right half is the new city, and a Wenchang Pavilion was built in the new city.

Lin Daiyu's father Lin Ruhai's Xunyan Yushi Mansion is located in the old city.

In the bustling old city, cars are like running water, horses are like dragons, pedestrians are like knitting, and sleeves are waving like rain. There are row upon row of shops on both sides, and flag banners and banners dance with the wind.

Jia Qiangshi was in high spirits, so she sat down at a roadside tea stall and asked Qingwen to spread paper and ink while drinking tea.

Jia Qiang picked up a pen and dipped in ink, and wrote a song and Fu:
"Send a short essay about Yangzhou City
I think of the ancient city in the south of the Yangtze River, with tens of thousands of mansions, new towns built on the original, thousands of pavilions and pavilions, boats and fishing every day and singing at night, night and night the lanterns sing.

Morning bells and evening drums frighten the sun and the moon, and the world changes.

However, I feel that it is not the case. I have a glimpse of its grand view, and it often appears that the bugs and mayflies can't shake the worries of the big trees, and it also disturbs the peace and joy of the people.Today there is a thatched cowshed on the mountain, which is covered in the precious mountains.The nickname is: Ziqi comes from the east to Niujiazhuang.The shed is surrounded by a circle, the closed circle is full of excrement, the stench is overwhelming, and mobs gather to chat and share the same smell.It is beautifully called poetry, poetry, and fu, but it is actually a place where people drink leisurely tea, build a bowl to make a conclusion, reprimand capable people and different officials, exclude talented people and crowd out capable people, and make jokes in the tea corner.Occasionally, a friend suddenly pulled his cold lapel for a swim.A fat man with a crude handle and the thickness of a bucket went out to greet him, and he called himself Niu Shiba, and called him "Brother Tai".Xiao Ke is a newcomer, bowing his hands to return the salute, respect is worse than obeying orders, so he attached a poem and chanted.Unexpectedly, between idleness and persistence.Xiao Ke didn't win.This Bull Eighteen is also called Commander Niu, with a bald head.Seeing Xiaoke's Fu Ci, his face is as bright red as a pig's liver.Because of the wonderful time of Xiao Kezhong, within a day, he can recite poems in seven steps.Therefore, the heart is jealous of the virtuous.Imitation of a donkey driver's horseshoe.But if you use the killer mace's rear hoof, the hoof of the cow is ten feet away from one hoof.In pain, he fell out of the stables of the cowshed, and Xiao Ke sat on his buttocks.Shaking the scarf, she smiled and slapped the ashes away.

well!So sigh.In this world, the heart is small, the sun and the moon are big, how can the universe move?Fit or not, coincidence.Mountains do not turn, water turns, water does not turn, and roads are connected.It was Ding Youmao yesterday.Xiao Ke plays on the nickname: Tianwai Talent Stack.Fortunately, I encountered this material with a big five and a rough handle, a cow eighteen.

Well, it's not that enemies don't get together.The sky is wide and the road is narrow, and the narrow road meets each other. It is often said in the book of Taoism, who wants to walk in the world.Xiao Ke flaunted his sleeves, stepped forward to reason, and said, since the owner of Niu Zhuang likes to be called an elegant guest, but Xiao Ke is not talented, so he dared to try his hand at Guan Gong Temple, what does Doctor Niu think?Unexpectedly, the donkey turned pale with fright when he saw this, and he was panicked and panicked.Unexpectedly, this donkey competition and the invincible doctor Tianwaitian Wanyan Lie are friends of eight worshippers, and respectfully praised him as the guest of honor.It's really not good for Xiao Ke.As the sun goes down, the plot keeps turning.Xiao Kewei is wearing a turban and wearing a head scarf, sweating a little, feeling terrified and terrified.Stretching the spine, he said: Mr. Niu invites you.What do you think of Bifu's nonsense?Niu Gong turned a deaf ear and was furious. He imitated the behavior of the cowshed and kicked the donkey's hoof. He took pity on my weak body.He jumped again from the donkey's hoof, almost dying.Therefore, it is shallow to hold the rhyme of Tiandi Huafu.Chant a sad song lightly.Therefore, I express my heartfelt voice.

But the way is, the pipa music in the tea house is sad.What is the way in the world?Weak and strong are right.And watch the sun and the wind fall.The fat is overflowing.There are frozen bones on the road, and no one cares about it. "

When Jia Qiang finished writing, Lin Daiyu clapped her hands and said:

"This poem is wonderful! Not only is it interesting, but it also uses the past to satirize the present, and uses things to describe people. It can be passed down through the ages and recorded in the annals of history!"

Jia Qiang smiled lightly and said:

"Aunt Lin is too famous, how about you write a song too?"

Lin Daiyu smiled shyly and said:

"I'm not good at writing songs and fu, I only like to recite poems and compose lyrics. I'd better write two poems!"

After all, she dipped her pen in the ink and wrote in elegant fonts:

"Linjiang Immortal. Whose family
The snow reflects the setting sun and is about to go,
Xishan cares about Hongxia.

Who rides a horse to the end of the world.

Where the wind blows,
A few dashes with plum blossoms.

In the cold place where the moon falls on the branches,
The stars are countless.

The moment the ice breaks, step on the yellow sand.

Xiaochun lightly enters the dream,
Where does Baihui go?

Poppy. Love Dream
The bright moon in the sky laughs with the wind,
If you want to fall into the stars, it's good.

Tired of hearing the flowing water on the bridge,
Looking at the cold mountain from a distance, it is a little enchanting.

Pity where the old dreams go,

Dancing in the cold wind.

Wansi's love dreamed into the rivers and lakes,
A hundred strands of singing and a thousand kinds of jade pearls. "

Jia Qiang clapped her hands and laughed loudly:
"Good words, good words, Aunt Lin is really talented, I also wrote two poems to help the elegance."

After finishing speaking, Jia Qiang splashed ink and wrote:
"Slow voice. Xu Guozhi Zhi
Year after year, at dusk and at night, Yingying Yanyan Yiyi.

Drunken dream fairy dwelling Yasi, restless day and night.

Fanran asks the moon by himself, abandons Qiuniang, and is crazy about the shadow.

Delusion is broken, the ambition of the country is established, and the heroic posture is bold and majestic.

Besides, youth is still good, not timid, full of blood.

Even if a group of demons dance wildly, the world is unruly.

Chunhe smiled farewell to the new wind, frightened the magpies, and moved the branches of the mountains.

Sleepy and warm, sip the red lip honey, hug the willow and live. "

Sapphire Case. Poplar Flowers
There is no evidence for the March wind of fireworks.

Looking back secretly, heaps of flying catkins.

Forbearance asked Piaoling who made the decision.

Sui dike ancient temple, Liuqiao Huawu.Always hurt.

Xianghun also intends to live in Yangzhou.

Who can save life and slim body?

Perhaps it is tenderness and wind explaining the language.

The east wind blows far away, what is the end of the world.

There are thousands of threads in the air. "

After finishing the second poem, Jia Qiang heard a burst of singing coming from the brothel next to her, her heart moved, and she said with a smile:

"I'll write another poem."

"The Pianist"
Tong Yun rolls and thunder gathers, following the empty lanes of Sanjiang Road in the evening.

The old man who walks and walks to carry vegetables is in a hurry to close the stalls.

The heavy drums and rain urged them to go back, and the fallen sparrows fluttered back to the sky.

Feeling comfortable with the wind and green leaves rising, Si Xuchen faces the east of the corridor.

The group of children waiting outside the door of the restaurant is full of fun.

Xiepu Long Street is the same road, bringing relatives and friends together.

Thousands of people surrounded the tent, broke the gongs and cymbals, and returned the sigh to Guanshan.

Kong Ming, who served in Bukong City, had to wear a goose fan Taoist uniform.

Hei Sanben's voice is sung on the piano, and the words are vigorous and frustrating.

Simple and desolate Andante rhythm, Chunliu has an old-fashioned sound.

The three-flower hook is ugly and witty, and the melodious and sonorous rhyme is white.

Zhidou suspects out of Shucheng, and is returning to the high platform.

The applause was fierce and the crowd cheered, and the tuning wheel melted into mist.

Zhengdan floats and pleats stop, and the crown of pearls is elegant and elegant.

The innocence can return to the female role, and the beautiful woman will be Xu Xian.

Qi Fu's fate formula is ingenious, and his shy eyes are in love with each other.

The wind is blowing and the drizzle is coming, and it seems to feel the sincerity under the umbrella of the West Lake.

Unexpectedly, the boy who watched the strange question asked, that there are no sacrifices in this circus.

There are many children in front of the stage, and the elders are trying to solve their doubts.

The water passed under the corner of Qing Ling's eyebrows, and the thin words choked up instantly.

Raising her water sleeves to cover it lightly, Sa Li fell and jumped.

After applauding, Lianlian Tong was dumbfounded, and several people could only sigh.

Spectators from the three parties frequently sparse their tents, and when the song stops and the curtain ends.

Unbearably, the group of children tugged at the center of their sleeves, and Qingling smiled and invited to enter the curtain privately.

Sit and stand in the curtain, take off your make-up, put your clothes on and sing about the youth.

Whoever enters the stomach when the instant noodles are steaming, it is difficult for Wu Jing to sigh with a sword.

The pupils are shining, and the children are scattered, praising the handsome and boasting about the costumes.

The laughter makes the hall look soft, and the actors look lonely.

The old man was still pleased with his feathers, and offered sugar with his withered hands and beard.

Just ask the master Zeng Ke to come and return home ten times.

The lost relatives are still young and go with the class, and they can only return after half a hundred branches.

There is no way out for opera today, and there is no one to follow when it is abandoned by the times.

He walked through the empty alleys, and the empty alleys were filled with ten people every day.

But when I met a child in a circus, I was so sad and so lonely that I hid my tears.

Even relying on the non-living strategy of commercial performances, there is still less money for funerals and marriages.

Distressed, confused and helpless, it is difficult to rest on the old bones.

The new students seek to quit their careers, or sing popular songs or find jobs.

Several folk classes have been dispersed, and the leftover dramas have almost disappeared.

Soft words and heavy words dampen the eyes, and weep quietly in the tent.

Feeling that the child has slept for a long time, and his nose is swollen before leaving.

Female Dan double flowers go out to see off, and the young people sing in a low voice.

A round of missing moon and stars darken, and the sound moves the heart of heaven like flowing clouds. "

While they were reciting poems and composing lyrics, they didn't know that there was a pair of eyes secretly staring at them from the nearby brothel.

"Young master, Lin Ruhai's daughter, Lin Daiyu, is below." The owner of these eyes whispered to a dude next to him.

"The information is indeed accurate. You continue to send people to watch them. When Lin Daiyu returns to Yushi's Mansion, let's let the eyeliner in the mansion do it!"

(End of this chapter)