Chapter 294

Was not the Great Dry on the surface.

But actually a metaphor for the Jia family and herself.

She was full of feelings for the Jia family, but she knew better than anyone that she was trapped in such a filthy Jia family.

In the end, it would only be destruction.

From an emotional perspective.

Influenced by morality, she married into the Jia family and was unwilling to leave.

But to progress, for the sake of her son, she wanted to leave, but she knew that she and her son were destined not to be able to leave.

This poem reminded Jia Hui of Cao Xueqin himself.

Loving life and having a sense of fantasy, entering the world and leaving the world; this was Cao Xueqin's contradiction in exploring life.

Cao Xueqin was not a pessimist; he didn't truly believe that everything in the world was empty, nor did he truly see through the red dust, and he didn't really want to persuade people to wake up from the so-called dusty dreams; otherwise, he wouldn't have shed such bitter tears for the sorrows of the world, and wouldn't have been so persistent about real life emotionally.

This Li Wan was the same.

Jia Hui could see the "passion" at this moment.

Jia Hui was very surprised in his heart!

Could it be.

That Li Wan had already seen that the Jia family was finished?

Hmm... but it seems the Ningguo Prefecture had indeed already finished.

Now everyone saw it.

Only the Rongguo Prefecture remained.

So saying the Jia family was half finished.

Was not an exaggeration.

Just look at the later line, "Can the resurrection incense exist in the human world."

"Resurrection Incense" was a story written by the talented woman Lu Yi.

Legend has it that Resurrection Incense had the miraculous effect of bringing the dead back to life.

The song ends, people scatter, flowers fall, can they still come back? Obviously impossible!

The Ningguo Prefecture had already perished.

The Rongguo Prefecture was also half-dead.

Jia Zheng, his brothers, Jia Lian, Jia Baoyu, and the others were all useless.

Could a family that had already perished come back to life? It was also impossible, so "Can it exist in the human world."

Finally, "Except to play to the bright and ask the Green Old Man," the bright was the legendary Jade Emperor's palace.

One of the Song poems: "The attendant officials stand like cranes in the bright hall, a red cloud holds the Jade Emperor."

And the old man was an honorific; combined with the previous text, this referred to the Jade Emperor, the Heavens; can Resurrection Incense exist in the human world? Unless she, Li Wan, submitted a memorial to ask the Jade Emperor why it was like this.

Why flowers would fall.

Why life would have life, death, gathering, and scattering, and why the Jia family would decline.

Jia Hui looked at Li Wan, who no longer dared to look at him, and said faintly: "Why is it always painful? You cannot really ask the Jade Emperor, the Heavens, therefore, you are destined not to get an answer; life is just like falling flowers, no matter how sad and sorrowful, gone is gone, and it cannot be retrieved."

"Sister-in-law Zhu is truly enlightened, handling affairs clearly, yet transcendent of the world."

"I just don't know when this poem was written?"

"Written last night with feeling."

Li Wan said softly.

Jia Hui thought to himself, "Sure enough!"

It was precisely because the Ningguo Prefecture suddenly collapsed.

That she completely saw through many things!

At this moment, Jia Hui and Li Wan formed a tacit understanding.

Neither side spoke of the true emotion of this poem.

"Brother Hui, Sister-in-law Zhu's song is truly excellent. What do you think of the level of this poem, can it be published?"

Hearing Tanchun asked.

Li Wan also looked at Jia Hui.

After Jia Hui pondered for two or three seconds, he said fairly: "If the work is described according to the nine ranks of the officialdom, I give this poem the regular third rank."

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Is this poem written well?

That is naturally very good.

The work is graceful and subtle, so vivid, yet so difficult to reach.

But he also knew.

In China's five thousand years, there are definitely no shortage of works better than this!

Any poem like "Bring in the Wine" could suppress this poem.

"Passed down through the ages, contemporary works are at the level of peerless songs, which is the regular first rank... This poem belongs to the first class in the contemporary era, but it is not top-notch, and it has not yet reached the level of being sung through the ages. Therefore, regular third rank!"

"Regular third rank, this is already a very high evaluation!"

Li Wan said happily.

She already knew at this moment that the man in front of her understood her.

He was the only person in the entire Jia family who understood her best!

And being able to have a first-class contemporary evaluation was already very high and remarkable.

How many so-called talented people could it suppress?

Not many court officials could write such a work.

It's just that compared to the levels of Li Bai, Du Fu, and others, it was still quite a bit worse.

After all, Li and Du only appeared once every few thousand years.

What made her happiest was that Jia Hui finally judged: "This poem is not inferior to Li Shangyin's work of the same name, Falling Flowers."

Li Shangyin was a great poet.

"I have included this work, and after it is published, the first manuscript fee will be sent to Sister-in-law Zhu. As for the specific amount, I have to think about it."

Jia Hui smiled.

"Mm."

Li Wan agreed with a voice that carried lightness and three parts of cheer.

Having a manuscript fee was of course good, but she was already very happy just to be able to be published.

She had the background of a scholarly family and a delicate and clever heart, but she had always been in a suppressed state and had not been released; after her husband died early, she remained chaste in her youth, so she could not show her face or do as she pleased.

Yearning for the colors of youth, her lively heart was imprisoned in luxury, confined between rules and integrity, and only in inadvertent moments would it flash like an epiphyllum, revealing her true feelings, just like this poem.

Now Jia Hui established a newspaper.

Only needing to submit, not needing to show her face.

Making Li Wan's poetic heart sprout.

Like cheering and shouting.

"I will look at other works carefully later; as long as they have one-fifth of the level of this poem, they will be published!"

"Sister-in-law Zhu can create more poetry in the future, so that I and the world can see it."

Subsequently, Jia Hui looked at Li Wan and said with a faint smile; Li Wan met his gaze, which was full of insight and aggression, her heart trembled, her face remained calm, and she agreed very excitedly.

"Mm! I will!" Nine.

【204】 Hearing Tanchun is disappointed, Yingchun is satisfied! Li Wan seeks learning! Jia Hui exposes the Jia family's school as unbearable

"Brother Hui, then quickly look at mine."

Seeing Li Wan's poem being chosen, and evaluated so highly.