The Red Chamber: Hang Qin Keqing at the start

Chapter 121 [121] Behind the glitz, troubled times are coming
"Lingguan" is an ancient music official called "actor" who served in the dynasty.Some opera singers are called "Lao Guan", and the famous ones are called "Da Lao Guan".

Therefore, Mother Jia gave nicknames to the twelve little actors Jia Qiang bought, namely:
Civil officials, treasure officials, jade officials, age officials, bean officials, lotus root officials, pistil officials, eggplant officials, Fang officials, sunflower officials, bean officials, and AI officials.

Judging from the names, the eight officials, namely, the official, the official, the official, the official, the official, the official, the official, the official, and the official are all prefixed with cursive.

"菂" is the fruit of the lotus, which is the lotus seed;
"Lotus root" is the root of lotus root;
"Rui" is a stamen;

Eggplant is the diameter of the lotus;
"Fang" is the fragrance of flowers;
Sunflower, bean, and mugwort are also annual or perennial herbaceous plants.

Adding the word "official" at the beginning of the cursive character is the word "Jian".

"Suga" is a perennial herb.

In the original work, Lingguan Huaqiang and Lin Daiyu's title "Autumn Window and Wind and Rain" have the same effect.

In other words, Lingguan is the shadow of Lin Daiyu.

Sunny is Daiying.Qingwen is also Lin Daiyu's shadow.

This time Jia Qiang bought back Lingguan, and Lin Daiyu's two shadows gathered in the Rongguo Mansion.

On the other side, just as Jia Qiang and all the sisters got together to recite poems and write lyrics, Wang Xifeng came.

Jia Qiang couldn't help but sigh with emotion that this phoenix hot pepper is indeed "the powder noodles contain spring power without revealing, and the red lips are heard before they smile."

Li Wan laughed and said:

"Everyone wrote very well just now, let's do another round, who will come first this time?"

Wang Xifeng smiled and said:
"Brother Bao didn't come this time, Brother Qiang is the only male present, so let him come first!"

"Okay!" Jia Qiang agreed graciously, reciting:
"Walking on Shasha. I can't sleep at night.

The willows are piled up with smoke, and the quiet flowers are timid.

Passionate always goes to the place of ecstasy.There are thousands of weeping willows in a stream, and there is no way to stay in spring.

Love is like wandering clouds, and sorrow is like floating catkins.Tears fell down and they looked at each other.

In the Ming Dynasty, let's not think about how to survive tonight. "

Xue Baochai recited:

"Xingxiangzi. Feeling
The night is long and the rain is falling.Nai Shu window, can't help the wind knocking.

The bed was wide and cold, and the lights in the room were dimmed.

Let the eyes be sad, the flowers weep and the leaves are light.

It's boring to wake up, and it's boring to sleep.Hug Guqiu and sing Lisao alone.

The past is all in the present.

Dreams are hard to sleep, wine is hard to drink, and hate is hard to throw away. "

Jia Tanchun recited:

"Xingxiangzi. Don't lose and never forget
The geese pass without a trace, and the people leave wounds.

You should know that things are impermanent.

Rather than reminiscing, it is better to forget each other.

Look at the flowers like shade, the grass like a cover, and the water like a skirt.

Zhu Yan is easy to grow old, and it is rare to have one heart.

May the beauty, focus on new makeup.

I read small prints at leisure, and sleep lazily on high windows.

For the wine in the glass, the moon in the flower, and the man in the eye. "

Jia Yingchun recited:

Linjiang Immortal. Drunk Drinking
"Looking at the bright moon on the branches while lying down, listening to the breeze outside the threshold.

One spring's mind has become empty.Don't know how far you are, let your tears go from east to west.

The clouds of bitterness and hatred are easy to disperse, and love is rare in the world.

Leaking the remaining spring is shallow and accompanied by deep sorrow.The cold invades the dream, and forgets to drink for a thousand minutes. "

Jia Xichun recited:

"Linjiang Immortal. Blossoms are not sad
In front of the steps, Tong Yekong is old, and it can be reminded by frequent drizzle.

The two swallows in the painting hall come back late, hear the swallow's language through the curtain, and the words of worry close their eyebrows.

Who remembers the old days?So far there are piles of regrets.

The past for no reason enters the heart, the flowers bloom with no intention of appreciation, and the flowers fall without sorrow.

Lin Daiyu recited:

"Linjiang Fairy. Sunset
Outside the threshold is the faint setting sun, Qi Shuangfeng is in front of the court.

The lone swallow in the sky is in a hurry.

Leaning on the fence and thinking about the past, I am disappointed and separated from my heart.

How many good times have been missed, and a good dream all night is hard to come by.

Xiang Luo's tears are thick.

There are thin shadows in the empty steps, and the small courtyard is red with sorrow.

Li Wan recited:
"Linjiang Fairy. Twilight
The secluded halls are adjacent to the ancient roads, and the heavy doors lock youth.

Remnants of the cold steep dip alone.

Jian Shi Shu goes against the journey, and the thin wine is against the dusk.

The past seems like yesterday's dream, and the current situation is nothing but floating clouds.

The world is like a speck of dust.

Life is destined, and it is not in the slightest. "

Wang Xifeng smiled and said:
"Everyone wrote well, Mrs. Li. Who is the leader of this poetry meeting?"

Li Wan laughed and said:

"Everyone's Cipai name is different, each has its own strengths and weaknesses, and it is difficult to tell the difference. Let's do another round. This time, we can only use the Cipai name Huanxisha. Who will come first?"

Jia Tanchun laughed and said:
"This time I will come first."

"Huanxi Sand
The dim lights are full of worries, the moon is full and the Mid-Autumn Festival is over the open window,
Put on clothes and wake up drunk to go upstairs.

Fallen trees are rustling and wild geese are flying, the Milky Way is fierce and the morning glory is separated,

Hard thinking is endless and endless.

Xue Baochai recited:

"Huanxi Sand
The light mist and rain outside the willow are half collected.The stream in front of the gate flows around the village.

Living in a small courtyard to enjoy the tranquility.

Planting beans and inscribing poems is fun, cooking tea and getting drunk is even more unnecessary.

Forget about the world and let your hair grow old. "

Jia Yingchun recited:

"Huanxi Sand
What is the matter of diligent thinking and lingering, listening to the rain at the window until the third watch,
The depth of the dripping eaves is full of sorrows.

The flowers in the eyes are dreams, the moon is hidden in my heart, I don't want to understand,
Heartbroken and read your name again.

Jia Xichun recited:

"Huanxi Sand
The moon is full, the courtyard is full of autumn and the night is long, and the tears in front of the jars suddenly line up,
I still miss my lover when I am passionate.

The past looks like a dream every other year, and the music and books are still fragrant,

But now he talks bleakly.

Lin Daiyu recited:

Huanxisha

"There are a few joys and sorrows in the body, but the soul is ecstasy with thin wine,
The clouds are dim and the moon is deceiving.

Qiushui has lost her love, Menghua is gone, and her hatred still remains.
A broken heart can beat a few dusks. "

Jia Qiang recited:
"Huanxi Sand
When the wine is gone, the sorrow is still more sad, the cold lamp is only a shadow, and it is boring,
The night rain at the west window smashed the plantains.

The willow wears flowers and the soul is gloomy, the mountains are separated by water and the road is far away,
But I want a good dream to spend the spring night. "

Li Wan recited:
"Huanxi Sand
The small courtyard is full of spring breeze, and the carved beams and flying swallows try new makeup,
Don't waste your time.

A volume of poems and books condenses deep meaning, and half a cup of sake is full of mellow fragrance,

I don't know that the sunset is in pairs. "

Wang Xifeng smiled and asked:

"Did you outperform this time?"

Li Wan shook his head and smiled:

"No, let's use Huanxisha as the name of the poem, and let's do it again!"

Xue Baochai smiled and said, "Okay! I'll come first this time!"

"Huanxi Sand
In vain, the spring and autumn are in vain, and the ordinary smoke and moon are hard to stay,
Can't help but condense tears covering his eyes.

Reluctantly, You Huan will finally part with you, that old hatred will continue with new worries,
Leaning on the railings, I am afraid to climb the stairs. "

Lin Daiyu recited:

"Huanxi Sand
The rustling westerly wind is in autumn in the courtyard, and it is always difficult to keep flowers in front of the court,
Speechless and tearful.

In the past, the joys and dreams are left behind, but now the old scenery accumulates new sorrows

The setting sun stood up and climbed up the building again. "

Jia Qiang recited:
Huanxisha

Leaning on the railing all day long to forget worries, but the flowers fall into the water and flow in emptiness,
In vain, scattered and sad.

Alone against the broken hong hurt the past, long Huai Mingyue shines on the makeup building,
Li Si only rests when he is drunk. "

Jia Yingchun recited:

"Huanxi Sand
Once you enter the world of mortals, everything is wrong, so why come together and return differently.

Leaning on the railing alone for a long time becomes sad.

People who revisit the old place are gone, and there are swallows flying in the old nest.

Many students chase each other. "

Jia Xichun sneered and said:

"I haven't thought of Huanxisha's words for the time being. I won't participate in this round."

Wang Xifeng smiled and asked:

"Sister-in-law Li, has the distinction been made this time?"

On the other side, Dong Ge returned to the Yehe Jurchen tribe after failing to assassinate Nurhachi.

However, Nurhachi also returned to Hetuala City.

He hasn't found the murderer who shot and killed his son Babutai yet, but Babutai was killed that night, which is inseparable from Brother Dong.

It was because Dongge sent a large number of dead soldiers to assassinate Nurhachi that Babutai was shot to death in the melee.

In order to avenge Babutai, Nurhachi immediately dispatched troops to attack the Yehe Jurchen tribe.

(End of this chapter)