Chapter 562

The opening of "Dream of the Red Chamber" gradually appeared before the readers.

【Originally, when Nüwa refined stones to patch the sky, she refined 36,501 stubborn stones at the foot of Wuji Cliff on Dahuang Mountain, each 12 zhang high and 24 zhang square.

The Goddess Nüwa only used 36,500 stones, leaving just one unused, which she abandoned at the foot of Qinggeng Peak on this mountain.】

In front of countless screens, before the readers had even looked closely at the content of the novel, they were deeply attracted by this literary and elegant writing style.

"Holy crap, holy crap! Isn't this the feeling of a classical novel?!"

"This guy actually wrote it?!"

"I said it, Ye Gouzi would definitely have no problem!"

"Let's just keep reading and see!"

At this moment, in countless corners, countless readers began to focus on reading the rest of this novel.

But before they had read much, exclamations mixed with disbelief, surprise, and shock rang out one after another.

Every word was a pearl, every sentence was solid, like one pebble after another beginning to ripple in the readers' hearts.

A whole page of absurd words, a handful of bitter tears!

Everyone calls the author a fool, who understands the flavor within?

When they saw this sentence, countless readers only felt earth-shattering waves rising in their hearts, their eyes full of shock at this novel!

However, this was only the tip of the iceberg of this "Dream of the Red Chamber"!

The ethereal fairy-tale story gradually unfolded.

The stone used by Nüwa to patch the sky became the stubborn stone on Qinggeng Peak.

The Miaomiao Taoist transformed into the spiritual jade and was cast into the human world.

Jia Yucun went to the capital to take the exam, Zhen Shiyin's daughter Yinglian was abducted, the Zhen family fell, and Zhen Shiyin became a monk.

The story suddenly turned urgent, and countless people held their breath, staring at line after line of text without blinking.

After finishing the first chapter, the readers couldn't help but let out deep exclamations.

In just the short first chapter, a full six poems appeared!

And this was only the first chapter?!

How strong must one's poetry skills be to achieve this?!

Not only that, every poem seemed to have deep meaning!

At a glance, every word in the book seemed to carry infinite magic, deeply drawing people's eyes away.

For a time, it made people immerse themselves in it, unable to extricate themselves.

At this moment, the real plot had just begun its prologue.

As Daiyu's mother passed away and Daiyu followed Jia Yucun to the capital, everyone seemed to see the brilliance of "Dream of the Red Chamber" unfolding one by one.

Through Daiyu's "every step with caution, every moment with care," every blade of grass and tree in the Rong and Ning mansions, those houses of wealth and status, was fully displayed before their eyes.

As Daiyu went to pay respects to Lady Jia, the three springs, who were also among the Twelve Beauties of Jin Ling, appeared one after another.

After that, a large amount of ink was used to introduce the grand entrance of Wang Xifeng.

When their eyes reached this point, countless readers couldn't help but start discussing.

"Following Daiyu into the Jia Fu, it actually introduced the general layout of the Jia Fu!"

"Isn't Wang Xifeng's style too grand?! Just for these long descriptions of clothing, I've already looked them up on Baidu!"

"This is simply full of human relationships and worldly wisdom!"

Watching and watching, countless readers felt that reading this book was like walking through a maze, unlocking the keys to each room along the way.

After Daiyu visited Lady Jia, she followed up to visit Jia He, then Jia Zheng, and finally returned to Lady Jia's place for a meal.

Not long after, Jia Baoyu, who had been foreshadowed countless times before, finally appeared.

The cumbersome and exquisite gorgeous clothing all reflected Jia Baoyu's pampered life, and everyone felt as if an extremely arrogant and luxurious young master had appeared before them.

When they continued to read down, everyone followed Baoyu to see Daiyu's appearance for the first time.

Two eyebrows like knitted smoke, a pair of eyes like dew-filled morning mist.

Her demeanor carried the sorrow of two dimples, her charm was burdened by a body of illness.

Tearful eyes, gentle panting. Her leisure was like a delicate flower reflecting in water, her movement like a weak willow swaying in the wind.

Her heart had one more opening than Bi Gan, her illness was three parts better than Xi Shi.

In just a few short sentences, clearly without any description of clothing, everyone seemed to see a woman as weak as a willow swaying in the wind slowly appearing before them.

Seeing that both of them felt a sense of familiarity, the readers in front of the screens became excited.

"This is a meeting of kindred spirits!"

"This is an encounter exchanged for 500 glances in a past life!"