Seeing Xiang Ling's look, Jia Huan couldn't help but smile and said: "Xiang Ling, what do you want to say? Just say it, what are you doing hiding it?"
Hearing what Jia Huan said, Xiangling hurriedly summoned up the courage to ask, "Third Master, can you teach me how to write poetry? I'll get a book of old poems and read one or two of them during my spare time."
"Some are right and some are wrong. I also heard it said, 'One, three, five, it doesn't matter, two, four, six are clear.' Looking at the ancient poems, there are also some that are right, and there are also two, four, and six that are wrong, so I I don’t know the rules of writing poetry.”
This fragrant water chestnut really has a poetic heart.
In The Book of Red Mansions, she once learned poetry writing from Lin Daiyu.
However, didn’t Xiangling follow Xue Baochai for a while?
Xue Baochai's poetic talent is not inferior to Lin Daiyu's.
Why should Xiangling abandon the near and seek the far?
Jia Huan couldn't help but ask: "Xiang Ling, when you were at the Xue family, didn't Sister Bao also know how to write poetry? Why didn't you let her teach you how to write poetry?"
Xiang Ling couldn't help but said: "My girl said that a woman's lack of talent is a virtue. She only knows a few words. How can she seriously compose poetry? It will make people laugh."
"So my girl asked me to learn more needlework, but refused to teach me how to write poetry. I thought that the third master is the number one scholar in the imperial examination, and his poetry talent is the highest in Daxia, so he must be able to teach me."
It turns out that Xue Baochai is unwilling to teach Xiang Ling. Although Xue Baochai seems to be considerate and kind, she is actually ruthless.
In The Book of Red Mansions, Xiang Ling pesters the petty Lin Daiyu to learn how to write poetry, but Lin Daiyu is not impatient at all.
But she didn't dare to pester her young lady to learn poetry.
As for Jia Huan, as long as she wants to learn, Jia Huan will naturally not refuse.
Jia Huan couldn't help but said: "What difficult thing is worth learning? It's just starting, carrying, turning, and combining. Cheng and Zhuan are two pairs, flat to oblique, virtual to real, real to virtual. . If there is a strange sentence, it will even be wrong."
Jia Huan went through a series of imperial examinations, and there were several exams in which he had to write examination poems.
Moreover, at ordinary banquets for literati, poetry and entertainment are often indispensable.
Therefore, Jia Huan also put a lot of effort into poetry.
Of course, if he were asked to write poems seriously, Jia Huan could write poems with perfect rhythm, but it would definitely not be that amazing.
After Xiangling listened to Jia Huan's explanation, she couldn't help but suddenly realized. She couldn't help but said: "It's strange that when I read poetry collections, there are some that are right and some that are wrong. It turns out that these rules are okay, as long as the words and sentences are novel."
Jia Huan said with a smile: "This is exactly the truth. Words and sentences are ultimately the last thing. The first thing is the intention. If the meaning is true, it is good to connect the words and sentences without modifying them. This is called 'not harming the meaning with words'"
"If you really want to learn, I have "The Complete Works of Wang Mojie" here. You should carefully study and master his one hundred five-character rhymes, and then read one hundred and twenty of Lao Du's seven-character rhymes."
"The next step is to read one or two hundred seven-character quatrains by Li Qinglian. I have these three people as a foundation first, and then I will read the works of Tao Yuanming, Ying, Liu, Xie, Ruan, Yu, Bao and others."
"You are such a very smart person. In less than a year, you will no longer be a poet."
Hearing what Jia Huan said, Xiangling said happily: "Third Master, please find me a copy quickly. I'll take advantage of this moment to read a few songs."
After hearing this, Jia Huan shook his head and took out a copy of "The Complete Works of Wang Mojie" and handed it to Xiang Ling.
"Just look at the ones with red circles. They are all chosen by me, and I will read each one. If you don't understand, just ask me, or if you meet Miss Lin, you can ask Miss Lin."
Xiangling nodded repeatedly, took the collection of poems from Jia Huan, opened it and found the first one with a red circle, and immediately started reciting it with admiration.
Not long after, Qingwen twisted Xiangling's ears and shouted: "Xiangling, I think you are stunned by the devil. Why don't you go with me to get water for the third master?"
Seeing this, Jia Huan hurriedly ordered: "Qingwen, Xiangling is stupid, don't bully her."
Qingwen was not angry this time. She smiled and said, "Third Master, I didn't use any force in my hand. If you don't believe me, just ask Xiang Ling."
"She looks so confused, why should she be bullied by me? I'm afraid she will be kicked out by Third Master in a few days."
Xiangling laughed and didn't tell the difference. She was holding a collection of poems in one hand and followed Qingwen out to fetch water.
When Xiangling was first brought here, the three old men, Qingwen, Caiyun and Xiao Jixiang, were very prejudiced against her.
On the other hand, Xiao Hong later had no prejudice against Xiang Ling because she had no desires or desires.
However, in just one day, Qingwen, Caiyun and Xiao Jixiang's impression of Xiangling changed greatly.
Because Xiang Ling was really a bit stupid, to the point where Qingwen and the other three couldn't bear to bully her.
Not long after, the two girls Xiangling and Qingwen put water for Jia Huan.
After Jia Huan took a shower, he entered the room and found that Xiang Ling was still reading a collection of poems attentively.
After Jia Huan's hair was dry, he went to bed.
I woke up at some point in the middle of the night, raised my head and looked outside, and found that Xiangling was still reading a collection of poems.
This girl was afraid that she was so obsessed with studying poetry that she didn't even sleep.
Jia Huan called Xiang Ling, and Xiang Ling was startled. Then she put down her poetry collection and went to bed obediently.
Jia Huan shook his head, but for a while he couldn't sleep.
He didn't even know why this girl Xiangling liked writing poetry so much.
On the morning of the next day, Jia Huan went to Xue's house as a guest.
The two parties agreed to go at noon, so it would be better to go earlier.
When they arrived at Xue's house, Jia Huan and Aunt Xue, mother and daughter, talked for a while, and a banquet had been served there.
Xue Pan struggled to come down and drink with Jia Huan, but the injury was a bit serious. It had only been two days, so he could do whatever he could.
After struggling for a while, Aunt Xue beat her back.
Seeing this, Jia Huan couldn't help but frown slightly.
Xue Pan can't get out of bed now, so naturally he can't accompany him.
After all, Aunt Xue and her daughter were different from each other, so they couldn't come out to accompany him.
Could it be that the Xue family had no one to accompany them when they were having a treat? Let him sit at a table and drink alone?
Just when Jia Huan was confused, Aunt Xue couldn't help but smile and said: "Brother Huan, I originally wanted your brother Xue to drink with you, but he can't get out of bed."
"We are close relatives, and you grew up together, so there is no need to avoid so many things."
"Let your sister Bao drink a few glasses of wine with you. Although it's a bit out of etiquette, as an orphan and a widowed mother, that's all I can do. It makes Brother Huan laugh."
Jia Huan hadn't spoken yet, but Xue Pan couldn't help shouting in the room.
He couldn't help shouting: "Mom, I'm not dead yet. What do you call an orphan and a widower? Why are you an orphan and a widower?"
Aunt Xue was so angry that she couldn't help but go in and beat Xue Pan a few times to shut him up.
Xue Baochai accompanied Jia Huan to the table, which made Jia Huan a little confused.
He really didn't know which song Aunt Xue was singing.
(End of chapter)
