The Red Chamber: Hang Qin Keqing at the start

Chapter 49 [049] Jia Qiang shines, shocking the chief minister of the dynasty
Jia Qiang clasped her fists and saluted, "This junior has met Mr. Zhang!"

Zhang Juzheng was displeased and didn't want to pay attention at first, but because of Zhu Yijun's face, he nodded to Jia Qiang as a response.

Jia Qiang narrowed her eyes slightly, it seems that this old shelf is not small!
Jia Zhen said with a flattering smile:
"Mr. Huang, Mr. Zhang, it's cold outside, please sit inside."

"it is good!"

Mr. Huang responded, and together with Mr. Zhang, under the guidance of Jia Qiang and Jia Zhen, they walked slowly into Luxue Temple.

Jia Zhen asked Mr. Huang to sit in the main seat, while Mr. Zhang sat next to Mr. Huang.

The two maidservants immediately brought the brewed tea up.

Huang Lao looked at Zhang Juzheng, smiled brightly and said:

"Qiang'er is erudite and talented, both civil and military. She is the pillar of our Ming Dynasty."

Because Jia Qiang was rude to the emperor just now, Zhang Juzheng wanted to make things difficult for Jia Qiang, so he sneered and said:

"Then I want to see and see. How is Qiang'er's talent? In ancient times, Cao Zijian wrote a poem in seven steps. If Qiang'er can compose a poem before the old man finishes drinking this cup of hot tea, it means that he is really talented, otherwise , there is a suspicion of having a false name!"

Jia Qiang felt that Zhang Lao's words were not good, as if he wanted to embarrass himself, but it was not difficult for him to write a few poems, so he smiled lightly and said:

"Okay, it seems that Mr. Zhang wants to test my poetry attainments, so I will write a poem for Mr. Zhang to taste!"

Huang Lao heard that Zhang Lao wanted to criticize Jia Qiang. Although he was unhappy, he also wanted to take this opportunity to see Jia Qiang's talent, so he didn't say anything to stop him.

Jia Qiang told Qingwen, "You help me grind it, and I will write down the words directly."

Zhang Juzheng saw Jia Qiang walking to the table a few steps away, unfolding a piece of snow wave paper, dipping the pen in the ink, and was about to start writing. He was slightly surprised. He didn't expect Jia Qiang's writing to be so quick, and he was about to start writing so soon. .

So, in order not to lose to Jia Qiang, Zhang Juzheng quickly picked up the hot tea and took a sip.

hiss--

So hot!

Zhang Juzheng smacked his lips, took only a small sip, and his lips and tongue were so hot that he dared to continue drinking, so he had to blow hard, hoping that the tea would cool down quickly.

However, Jia Qiang had already written the first sentence:
"In the middle of the night, turn on the lamp to look at the knife,"

Zhang Juzheng was sitting on the teacher's chair, he couldn't see what Jia Qiang wrote, but he could vaguely see that Jia Qiang had already written a sentence.

"So fast?" Zhang Juzheng's heart trembled, and he quickly took another sip.

It's a pity that the tea was still very hot, Zhang Juzheng just took a sip when it was so hot that he grinned his teeth and didn't dare to drink any more.

However, Jia Qiang's pen didn't stop, and she wrote the second sentence:

"Dream back to the heroes of thousands of years,"

Zhang Juzheng saw that Jia Qiang's pen was running like a snake, he was very anxious, and hurriedly took another sip, but the tea just entered his mouth, it was so hot that he was forced to open his mouth, and spit it back into the teacup.

Seeing this scene, Jia Zhen couldn't help but want to laugh, but Zhang Juzheng is the chief minister of the dynasty, an extremely personable official, how could he dare to laugh?I had no choice but to hold back, but my face was flushed and the corners of my mouth twitched wildly.

Elder Huang also squinted at Zhang Juzheng with weird eyes, feeling secretly refreshed. Unexpectedly, Zhang Shoufu, who has always been a high-ranking and dignified man, wanted to compete with a young man, and ended up asking for hardship and humiliation.

How funny!

At the same time, Huang Lao is also very happy, looking forward to what kind of poems Jia Qiang can make?
At this time, Jia Qiang had finished the third sentence:
"Who gives orders on the battlefield?"

Zhang Juzheng became even more anxious, puffing his cheeks and blowing into the tea with all his strength.

However, Jia Qiang continued to write the fourth sentence calmly and calmly, one stroke at a time:
"Let's look at today!"

Zhang Juzheng was very anxious, but he had no choice but to continue blowing.

Elder Huang and Jia Zhen both suppressed their laughter, watching Zhang Juzheng show his ugly face.

However, Jia Qiang was engrossed, and wrote three consecutive sentences:
"You love the prosperity of the country, and you also love beautiful women like Jiao, who is free in the world of mortals?"

Seeing that Jia Qiang was writing faster and faster, Zhang Juzheng finally couldn't hold back anymore, and he didn't care whether the tea was hot or not, so he took a big gulp down.

"puff!"

However, as soon as he poured it into his mouth, he squirted it out.

hot!
So fucking hot!

Zhang Juzheng was so hot that he opened his mouth wide and breathed out, he just wanted to scold his mother.

When Jia Qiang heard the sound of him spraying water, she raised her eyes and glanced at him curiously, with the corners of her lips slightly raised, she continued to bury her head, concentrated, and wrote the last sentence:
"The corporal heard that, laughed, laughed!"

After finishing the last stroke, Jia Qiang calmly put the pen on the pen holder, raised her head and said with a smile:

"Old Huang, Old Zhang, I've finished writing."

"Snapped!"

Zhang Juzheng's hand trembled, the teacup in his hand fell to the ground, "crackling" and fell to pieces, the tiles mixed with tea splashed everywhere,

The still hot tea was spilled on his shoe, but he didn't realize it, and just stared blankly at Jia Qiang, completely dumbfounded.

Huang Lao didn't expect that Zhang Shoufu, who had always been excellent at nourishing Qi, would lose his composure in such a way. If this scene was known to all civil and military officials, how would they feel?
Seeing Zhang Juzheng blushing and stunned, Jia Zhen quickly smoothed things over and told the servant girl:

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and serve Mr. Zhang another cup of good tea!"

Huang Lao stood up, smiled at Zhang Juzheng and said:
"Old Zhang, Qiang'er said he finished writing, how about we take a look at his poems together?"

Only then did Zhang Juzheng come back to his senses, and smiled embarrassingly:

"Okay, the old man has seen and seen, how is Qiang'er's poetry?"

As he spoke, he stood up with embarrassment, and walked to the desk with Mr. Huang.

Before reading the words written by Jia Qiang, Huang Lao and Zhang Lao exclaimed in unison, "Good words!"

Old Huang clicked his tongue and said in amazement:

"Zhen is really good at handwriting! I have seen many famous calligraphy posts before, and Qiang'er's calligraphy is already comparable to those famous calligraphers!"

Zhang Juzheng stroked his gray goatee, nodded in agreement, his eyes were full of admiration.

Huang Lao couldn't help but began to recite Jia Qiang's words:
"In the middle of the night, look at the sword with the light on, and dream back to the heroes of thousands of years. Who will order the soldiers on the battlefield? Let's look at the present!

You love the prosperity of the country, and you also love beautiful women like Jiao, who is free in the world of mortals?The corporal heard that, and laughed, and laughed! "

"Good words! Good words!" Huang Lao exclaimed in admiration.

Mr. Zhang couldn't help sighing: "It's really a good poem, it's really literary, and every word is worth a thousand dollars!"

Jia Zhen next to her was already grinning from ear to ear. Jia Qiang grew up in Jia's family. His mother is Jia Zhen's older sister, and she can be regarded as a descendant of Jia's family.Today, Jia Qiang shines brilliantly in front of the current Holy Majesty and the current Chief Assistant, which makes Jia Zhen also feel radiant and honored.

Huang Lao praised:

"I didn't expect that Qiang'er's poetry attainment has reached such a high level, and it can already be compared with those famous poets throughout the ages."

Jia Qiang smiled lightly and said:

"Huang Lao is too famous. Reciting poems and writing lyrics is just a small way. I write poems to cultivate my temperament and cultivate my sentiment. I don't specialize in this."

Zhang Lao exclaimed:

"Brother Qiang can be said to be a master of both poetry and calligraphy. It is really rare to have such a great talent and to be open-minded! Since you said that poetry is just a small way, then I will ask you a question about governing the country, how about it?"

As soon as these words came out, the corners of Huang Lao's lips twitched, and he secretly scolded Zhang Juzheng for being disrespectful. He just failed to stop Jia Qiang, and he lost face, so he wanted to use the issue of governing the country to make things difficult for Jia Qiang. .

However, Jia Qiang's complexion became strange, and he wondered, what is this photo always for?Why do you want to ask yourself such a question?

(End of this chapter)