The eighth time, Jia Baoyu happened to know the golden lock, and Xue Baochai happened to think that the psychic Baoyu had heard of it. He hurried off the kang and came to the inner door, only to see a semi-old red silk soft curtain hanging. Baoyu lifted the curtain and went in, only to find Baochai sitting on the kang sewing. Black paint on your head? Son, honey-colored cotton-padded jacket, rose-purple gold and silver thread vest, and onion-yellow Zi Ling cotton skirt, all of which are new and not old, but feel elegant and light. Few words, people call it playing dumb; Be quiet at all times. Baoyu looked at it and asked, "Is Sister fully recovered?" Baochai looked up and saw Baoyu come in. She got up quickly and replied with a smile: "It's already great. Thank you for your thinking. " Say, let him sit down on the edge of the kang, and let Yinger pour tea. Greet the old lady's aunt and other sisters; On the one hand, Baoyu wears a purple and gold crown inlaid with tired silk, a pair of dragons holding pearls on his forehead, A Qiu's color python and white fox's armpit arrow sleeves, five-color butterfly ribbon, a long life lock and a registered symbol hanging around his neck, and "Baoyu" who has fallen from the grass. Baochai said with a smile, "Japanese people say that your jade has never been carefully appreciated. I want to see it today. " As he spoke, he came closer. Baoyu also leaned down, took it off and handed it to Baochai. She held Baochai in the palm of her hand and saw it as big as a bird's egg, bright, moist and crisp, wrapped in five-color patterns. Readers should know that this is the illusion of hard rock under the green ridge peak in the big barren mountain. Later generations have a poem satirizing the cloud: it is ridiculous for Nu Wa to make stones, and it is also ridiculous to fight wild. If you lose your true colors, the new ones will stink. It's a pity to know that the gold is lost, but a sigh is not just a good jade. Bones like mountains forget their surnames, nothing more than childe and red makeup! The stubborn stone also wrote his own illusion, which was engraved with seal script by the monk, and now there are pictures behind it. However, its real body is the smallest, so it can only be taken out from the mouth of a child in the womb. If you draw according to today's formula, I am afraid that the handwriting will be too thin, which will make the viewer spend a lot of time and not smooth. So spread it out a little so that you can read it when you are drunk under the light. If we point out this reason today, we won't regard the size of our son in the womb as a stupid thing. After reading it, Baochai turned over the front and looked at it carefully. I read in my mouth, "Don't forget, immortal Heng Chang." After reading it twice, he turned to Yinger and said with a smile, "Why are you still standing here staring blankly?" Yingying also smiled: "I think these two sentences are a pair of words on the girl's collar." When Baoyu heard this, he quickly smiled and said, "So my sister has words on that collar, too? I also appreciate it. " Baochai said, "Don't listen to him, there's nothing to say." Baoyu said, "Good sister, what do you think of me?" Baochai couldn't stand him, because she said, "It was also a person who sent a few auspicious words and took them with him every day; Otherwise, it's heavy, what's fun? " As he spoke, he unbuttoned his buttons and took out a glittering golden wreath from his red coat inside. Baoyu glanced at the lock in a hurry, and sure enough, four words on one side and eight words on two sides made two auspicious sentences. He also drew a picture according to the formula: the front of the golden lock never leaves, and the back of the golden lock lasts forever (the book draws the front and back of the golden lock)