After hearing that Jia Huan did not write poetry, Jia Baoyu was reluctant to follow, saying, "It's okay not to write poetry, but I can't drink, so I'll punish you to sing a small song. ≤,"

As soon as these words were spoken, not only Jia Mu, but also Mrs. Wang's face changed.

The smile on Aunt Xue's face also became stiff.

This requirement...

Not just a slap in the face?

Although Jia Huan also knew that Jia Baoyu had no malice in his heart, he was also a little unhappy.

Singing with your own sisters and brothers is your family, and you can do whatever you want.

But in front of Aunt Xue and Mrs. Wang, such requests made him unable to accept them.

After giving Jia Mu a reassuring look, Jia Huan smiled and said, "Forget it, I need some face in front of my in-laws. So, I will read a poem, a poem that no one has heard of. It was something I heard from passers-by when I was in the village. I thought it was very good, so I recited it."

Jia Baoyu said disappointedly: "Ah? Do you still know how to memorize the words?" But as everyone's expression became worse and worse, he didn't force it, and just said: "Okay, you memorize it. But I've agreed that if everyone is not satisfied, you can't just mess around."

Jia Huan smiled and did not continue the topic. Instead, he took the veil from Qin's hand and purified the corners of his mouth. Suddenly, something was wrong. What kind of veil can actually smell such a warm fragrance?

He looked down at the handkerchief in his hand calmly, and saw that the word "Qing" was embroidered on the corner of the handkerchief.

Jia Huan's heart was shocked, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After opening his eyes, his eyes became clear. He turned around and smiled at Qin Keqing, nodded, thanked him, walked out of the seat, stood by the railing, looked at the green mountains in the distance, and chanted softly: "If life was just like the first meeting, why did the autumn wind paint a fan?"

"Bang!"

On the table in the east, the wine glass in Shi Xiangyun's hand suddenly fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

However, no one paid attention to it at this moment, and everyone's eyes were all focused on Jia Huan's back.

Who is the one who has such amazing poetry attainments and makes such touching poetry!

Where did Jia Huan hear it from?

Such good poems should not be unknown, why have they never heard of them?

"If life was just like the first meeting, what if the autumn wind was sad and painted a fan?

The old friend's heart changes easily. But the old friend's heart changes easily.

After the songs in Mount Li, the night is half gone, and the tears are raining and bells will never complain.

How can I be as happy as a man in a brocade and wish to join the branches on the same day?”

After reciting the word, the world is quiet, and everyone seems to have merged with nature.

Among the more than a dozen people, seven or eight were crying.

Everyone has their own thoughts.

Only Jia Mu and Jia Xichun did not shed tears.

While wiping away tears, Jia Baoyu rubbed the song "Interview with the chrysanthemum" he had just written in frustration and threw it into the water outside the opener...

Lin Daiyu seemed to be crazy and looked at Jia Huan in a daze, but her eyes were not on him. Because Jia Huan looked at her eyes, she had no reaction at all, and the air was gone...

Jia Huan scratched his head and looked at Xue Baochai again. The plump and full girl didn't look at him, lowering her head and wondering what she was thinking.

As for Shi Xiangyun, he had wiped away the two tears from his cheeks with a lotus embroidered handkerchief. When he raised his head, the smile on his face was still so bright, and the eyes looking at Jia Huan were still so bright.

But it seems a little different...

Seeing that everyone's atmosphere was so low, Jia Huan scratched his head a little, and he liked to be happy.

But when I was so excited just now, I pulled out the sharpest song in Nalan's poems to save the situation.

But looking at the scene, the effect seems a bit too big...

Jia Huan didn't like this atmosphere, so he looked uneven and said to Jia Mu in a tone, "Old ancestor, you have to make the decision for your grandson! Although the grandson is almost disobedient now, the grandson turned around just now! Isn't it just to prevent everyone from seeing the grandson's face?

But who would have thought that they were still so sympathetic, so would the grandson's voice be so ugly?

Besides, even if it sounds so ugly, we just finished eating my crabs and drinking my osmanthus sauce, so we can’t be kind and leave me some thin noodles?"

"puff!"

Even though I was shocked by a poem of Nalan, my soul was shaken and my inner demons rose up.

But at this moment, when everyone heard Jia Huan's words, everyone still laughed.

Even Mrs. Wang, who was the most inconsistent with Jia Huan, was forcibly tense, and her shoulders were trembling slightly.

Aunt Xue seemed to have no hatred with Jia Huan, and laughed loudly with Jia Mu.

As for the younger generation, they are even more happy than the other.

The desolate and sad atmosphere brought by the Nalan poem just now was wiped out.

"Monkey, Monkey... It's really... I laughed so hard that my concubine and I were careful with your skin!"

While laughing, Jia Mu pointed at Jia Huan and said angrily.

Jia Huan was not afraid, and smiled lazily, turned his head slightly, and was facing Lin Daiyu's pair of rippling eyes.

The water in my eyes was not known as the tears that just happened to be when I was sad or when I just laughed.

Jia Huan smiled at her and curled his lips, as if mocking her for crying just now...

Lin Daiyu's beautiful eyes rolled his eyes, waved her small fist at him, threatening her!

Jia Huan looked fearful and quickly looked at his nose and mouth, but his eyebrows were raised unhonestly...

"ha!"

Lin Daiyu, who had just laughed, couldn't help laughing out loud again.

The pear blossoms are covered with rain, and they cannot be used in the square.

However, as if she was afraid of laughing at herself, Lin Daiyu's embroidered embroidered handkerchief covered her mouth and turned her head to look outside the Xuan, not paying attention to Jia Huan anymore.

Jia Huan blinked, and his eyes passed by Mu Xing and looked at Jia Baoyu. Bah, the stinky man made of Niba would not interact with you...

Look how good and gentle and friendly the second sister is!

A pair of kind eyes looked at Jia Huan with care, so warm!

She winked with Jia Yingchun and was acting weird, making her laugh and pursed her lips and looked at Jia Huan, but she was still so gentle and friendly.

After seeing Jia Yingchun, it was Jia Tanchun.

In fact, Jia Huan still had some grudges about this sister in his heart.

He also knew that in this mansion, Jia Tanchun's actions were understandable and difficult to blame.

If she didn't do this, she would not only not be able to help Aunt Zhao and him, but she would even be disgusted and suppressed by Mrs. Wang and Wang Xifeng.

However, Jia Huan still doesn't like her self-protection method.

Especially when compared with Jia Yingchun, it seems to be getting more and more...silent.

The more bloody the closest relative, the deeper the hearts the hurt.

After nodding to Jia Tanchun with a faint smile, Jia Huan's eyes left her. He looked at Jia Xichun beside her, and Jia Tanchun's face turned dark...

Jia Huan looked at Shi Xiangyun's bright eyes tightly and whispered: "The same one, it will be the same..."
Chapter completed!