"When I open the door in the morning, the mountains are covered with snow,

The snow is clear, the clouds are pale, the sun is cold.

The plum blossom jelly is not dripping from the eaves,

A kind of loneliness is not easy.——"After the Snow at Home""

Everyone lowered their heads to think and savor the poems carefully.

Jia Zhen, Jia She, Jia Lian and others did not like poetry, did not understand the true meaning, and looked at a loss.

Jia Zheng's voice gradually rose, "Wonderful, wonderful, it's really wonderful."

Jia Zheng laughed loudly, "Nephew Zhen, you have given birth to such a good son."

Jia Zhen quickly picked up the wine glass and responded. "You are joking."

Jia She patted Jia Zhen on the shoulder, "How did you teach your son? How did you raise such a good son?"

"Yes, Uncle Rong is talented and intelligent. He is a rare talent."

"The Duke is so lucky to have such a son. It's really enviable."

Jia Zhen said happily and proudly: "If you want your son to learn well, you have to beat him, you have to scold him, and don't be too polite."

Jia Zheng looked at Jia Baoyu thoughtfully.
Chapter completed!