Xue Baoqin clinked a glass with Jia Jue, a blush appeared on Bai Nen's face, she took another sneaky look at Jia Jue, secretly heartbroken by Jia Jue's bearing.

Different from the ordinary young lady who lives in a deep boudoir, she has been doing business with her father and brother since she was a child. She has met many high-ranking officials and young talents, and she can be regarded as well-informed.

But she has never been able to give her such a unique feeling like Jia Jue. Jia Jue is extraordinary and looks like a fairy, but he firmly attracts her attention and makes her unable to bear to approach him.

"Brother Jue, I have an unfeeling request, I don't know if I should say it?" She asked Jia Jue.

Jia Jue smiled and said, "It's okay, they are all brothers and sisters, what can't we say?"

Xue Baoqin smiled lightly, her beautiful eyes rolled around his face, and said softly:
"Third brother Jue is known as the master of Ci in the world, and all his poems are handed down from generation to generation. I really like them. I look forward to reading new poems written by Brother Jue every day. It's just that during this period of time, my wish has not come true. , I wonder if Third Brother Jue can fulfill my wish?"

Everyone looked at Jia Jue expectantly after hearing the words. Indeed, they hadn't heard Jia Jue's new words for some time.

Jia Jue said with a smile, "Unbelievable, I still have a day when someone reminds me face to face."

Everyone smiled.

Jia Jue thought for a while and said, "This trip to the south of the Yangtze River has taught me a little bit, why don't I write a poem with the theme of parting sorrows."

Everyone nodded in unison.

For a while, almost everyone put down their chopsticks, waiting for Jia Jue's poems.

Jia Jue pondered for a moment, then whispered, "Yulinling."

"The cold cicadas are miserable. It's late to the Changting Pavilion, and the showers have just stopped. There is nothing to drink in the tents of the capital. Nostalgia, the Lanzhou urges them. Holding hands and looking at the tearful eyes, I am speechless. After reading and going, thousands of miles of mist, the dusk is deep and the sky is wide. .”

Just listening to him recite the last line, everyone was moved. Just these few words made them feel the pain and inseparability of parting.

Under their shocked eyes, Jia Jue continued to chant:

"Passionate since ancient times hurts parting, even worse, neglected the Qingqiu Festival! Where can I wake up tonight? Willow bank, dawn wind and waning moon. This year, it should be a good time for a good time. Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell? "

The voice fell, and the audience was silent.

Everyone is immersed in the artistic conception of the words and cannot extricate themselves.

The eye sockets of Lin Daiyu, Xue Baochai and other girls were even slightly red. Why weren't they so melancholy, yearning and suffering when Jia Jue left?

Empathizing with them, they almost shed tears.

Xue Baoqin looked deeply at Jia Jue, and praised:
"Third brother Jue's words and sentences are not traceable, the scenes are straightforward and natural, the scenes are lifelike, the transition is elegant and calm, the scenes are blended, and the scenes are blended with deep connotations. It describes the lingering, sad and moving feelings of farewell. It is really a rare masterpiece through the ages."

Xing Yan didn't talk much, but at this time, she couldn't help but praise:

"The detachment is euphemistic and sad, it can be said to be full of heart, and it makes people feel uncomfortable to read. Brother Jue deserves to be known as the world's best poet, and he really lives up to his reputation."

Li Wen looked at Jia Jue with shining eyes and sighed:

"The curved part can be straight, the dense part can be thinned, the nose can be flat, the difficult shape of the scene, the unattainable feeling, and come out naturally. Brother Jue's attainments in poetry and poetry are unprecedented."

Li Qi also nodded heavily, looking at Jia Jue with eyes full of admiration: "Thousands of miles of mist, the feeling of farewell has already flown; thousands of styles, the wish of the same date and credit, it is really vivid. After this word, I am afraid that It’s hard to find a masterpiece of love.”

They already admired Jia Jue very much, but now they saw Jia Jue making such masterpieces on the spot, they all worshiped Jia Jue extremely, and turned into his little fans.

Miaoyu looked straight at Jia Jue, her eyes were full of splendor, she was shocked by Jia Jue's talent, she didn't expect that what Jia Jue chanted casually would be such a masterpiece!
With their beginning, the rest of the people came back to their senses, and applause and cheers rang out.

Everyone looked at Jia Jue with admiration and surprise.

Only Jia Baoyu's face was full of depression. As soon as Jia Jue's words came out, he stole all the limelight, and he was once again reduced to a small role that no one paid attention to.

He sneaked a glance at Xue Baoqin, but saw that she was looking at Jia Jue with bright eyes.

"That's all, that's all. From now on, I'll play with Qin Zhong, and leave all the sisters in the family to Jia Laosan." He sighed inwardly, thinking of his good friend.

Naturally, Xue Baoqin didn't notice that Jia Baoyu was peeking at her, so she blessed Jia Jue with joy:
"Thank you, Third Brother Jue, for your success!"

Jia Jue smiled: "Sister Qin, you are being polite."

Through this poem, all the girls also got a general understanding of Jia Jue's nature, and interacted with him more.

Especially the two daughters, Li Wen and Li Qi, they pulled Jia Jue to ask many questions with the mentality of fans meeting their idols.

Some of the questions were tricky, but Jia Jue's answers were also very humorous. For a while, the atmosphere was very good.

However, when everyone was laughing and laughing, a woman suddenly came to report:

"Old lady, third master, Mrs. Xue's family, it's not good, something happened."

Everyone frowned.

"What's the matter?" Mother Jia asked quickly.

"Uncle Xue's teacher was wounded, and the one who was carried in by the young servant even lost a lot of blood!"

The expressions of Aunt Xue, Xue Baochai and Xue Baoqin all changed.

Aunt Xue even shed tears and ran out in a hurry.

"Grandmother, mother, father, sisters-in-law and sisters, take it easy. I'll go and see my cousin." Jia Jue stood up, apologized to Mother Jia and the others, and left the banquet hall.

Xue Baochai and Xue Baoqin hurriedly followed.

……

Rikain.

"My son! Who is so cruel to kill a thousand swords!" Aunt Xue threw herself on the side of Xue Pan's bed, crying bitterly.

Xue Pan was lying on the bed at this time, covered in blood, his limbs were abnormally twisted, and his appearance was extremely frightening.

At this time, his breath was already extremely weak, and it seemed that he was about to die.

Seeing Xue Pan's appearance, Xue Baochai and Xue Baoqin were also pale and weeping.

"You take your aunt out to comfort her, and I'll heal my cousin." Jia Jue said to the two girls.

"Brother Jue, I beg you, Auntie, you must save Pan'er!" Aunt Xue wept bitterly and knelt down towards Jia Jue. Xue Pan was her life, and if anything happened to him, she would definitely not be able to survive.

"Don't worry, Auntie, my cousin is sure to be fine." Jia Jue responded, and gave Xue Baochai and Xue Baoqin a wink, and the two women quickly led Aunt Xue out of the room.

Jia Jue looked at Xue Pan's injury, and a cold light flashed in his eyes:
The other party probably thought it was not as simple as wanting to hurt Xue Pan.

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