The Red Chamber: Hang Qin Keqing at the start

Chapter 77 [077] It's a pity that the people in the Qingdeng Ancient Palace will grow old;

On the other side, in the Cui Temple.

Miaoyu missed Jia Qiang last night and didn't sleep well all night.

After lunch today, she wanted to take a nap, but lying on the bed, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep, her mind was full of Jia Qiang's voice and smile.

She was worried that she was suffering from the legendary lewd madness, so she dressed neatly, walked to the Bodhisattva sculpture, sat cross-legged on the futon, knocked on the wooden fish, and recited Buddhist scriptures, hoping to calm herself down.

But after reading Buddhist scriptures for a while, she was still restless and full of emotions.

"As the saying goes, blocking is worse than sparse. Now that it's almost the end of the year, since I miss Jia Qiang so much, I might as well give him a gift, maybe it will relieve my heart a little bit."

Thinking of this, Miaoyu unfolded a piece of high-quality Xuande paper, picked up a pen and dipped it in ink, and wrote a poem:

"Sleepless
Mo Jiang Wumei asked how it was, awakening Shen Xin with a lot of emotion.

Undead lovesickness eventually rots bones, and obsession has always become a demon.

Fang Qing, but Xu Lian's fate, Yuanze should be able to relieve the old illness.

Drunk together before there are flowers, and live up to Amitabha for the rest of my life. "

After finishing writing, she was full of poetry, and her writings were flowing, and she continued to write another poem:

"Crossing Dust Tribulation
The window is clear and the bamboo shadows are sparse, and the waning moon is slanting to explore the small cottage.

Poetry has always been due to the scenery, and the dream soul is now Qingshu.

Abandon the eyes of the world and invite the snow, but keep the ice heart and wait for the gambling book.

It is already thousands of miles away from Lingshan, so what if there are many dusty kalpas? "

After finishing this seven-character regulated poem, Miaoyu's poetic enthusiasm was still there, so she simply continued to write a long poem, and wrote another poem:

"Fisherman. Acacia tree
The slanting moon is foggy and frosty, and the small building is locked with golden beasts and cold smoke.

Red bean Xie, willow branch cotton.Under the acacia tree, the fate is broken. "

After looking at these two poems and this poem, Miao Yuxiu frowned slightly, not wanting to leave this poem alone, so she wrote another poem to make a pair, which means that good things come in pairs, mandarin ducks come in pairs :

"Linjiang Fairy. Where in the world can there be happiness

Light rain drenched the lamps and shadows, and pedestrians were occasionally seen on the long street.

It's dusk when I go back alone.

Although the intoxicated heart has not been drunk, the lingering thoughts are still rushing.

No matter what the festive season is, it is accompanied by prosperity.

Qing Huan is deeply self-absorbed.There should be dreams tonight, and spring will come again tomorrow. "

After finishing writing, she felt a little more relaxed, and went back to the bed to take a nap. After waking up, she planned to send someone to send this Xuande paper full of poems to Luxue Temple and give it to Jia Qiang.

Meanwhile, on a long street in Shenjing City.

Hearing Jia Qiang said that there is a way to resolve this crisis, Wang Ziteng was slightly taken aback.

Although he and Jia Qiang have not met several times, but he heard the younger sister who married into the Jia family complain before that the descendants of the Jia family are not as good as the previous generation, and the younger generation are all useless anointed children, each of whom is incompetent. No, none of them was promising.

This Jia Qiang also belongs to the younger generation of the Jia family. Logically speaking, he must be a dandy and incompetent son, but why dare to brag that he can solve this crisis?

A trace of contempt inevitably arose in Wang Ziteng's heart, and he asked back with some displeasure:

"Brother Qiang, the situation is critical now. It's not the time to talk about it. You said that one arrow can solve this crisis. Regardless of what idea you came up with, let me ask you, can you shoot arrows?"

Jia Qiang knew that the other party did not believe her, so she pointed to the Overlord Bow on her back and said:
"Of course I will, this is my overlord bow, I can shoot an arrow, please taste it."

Wang Ziteng was slightly taken aback, and asked in a low voice:

"You mean, the bow you're carrying is the Overlord Bow?"

Jia Qiang took the Overlord Bow from her back, smiled lightly and said:

"That's right, this bow was gifted to me by Feng Tang, the general of martial arts. The bow strength is as high as twelve stones."

Wang Ziteng gasped suddenly.

Twelve stones, that is 360 Jin.

Such a bow can definitely be called the most powerful bow of the Ming Dynasty!
"Old General Feng is willing to bear the pain and give you such a precious bow?" Wang Ziteng still couldn't believe it.

Jia Qiang handed the Overlord Bow in front of him, and said with a smile:

"If uncle doesn't believe it, then you can pull this bow and you will know what I said is true."

Wang Ziteng took the Overlord Bow and pulled it casually, his mind was shocked.

What a hard bow!
Bowstrings are as hard and strong as iron wire.

Wang Ziteng pulled it casually, but he couldn't pull it at all!

With all his strength, he only pulled the bowstring out a small arc.

The corner of Wang Ziteng's mouth twitched slightly, with embarrassment appearing on his face, he returned the Overlord Bow to Jia Qiang, and said with a sneer:

"I believe what you said. The bow strength of this bow should be twelve stone. I went hunting last month and sprained my arm. It's still not healed and I can't use my full strength. Pull the bow and let me see .”

The corners of Jia Qiang's lips raised slightly, knowing that the other party was looking for a step down for her, but she saw it but didn't say it, she smiled lightly and said:

"Okay, then I'll make a fool of myself!"

As he said that, he pulled the bow casually, and the bow was completely full!

"hiss--"

Wang Ziteng's eyelids trembled, his mind was shocked, and he gasped.

This guy actually drew the Overlord's Bow, and it was fully drawn!
What kind of amazing arm strength is this?
I'm afraid, even if Xiang Yu is reborn, Lu Bu's rebirth will be nothing more than that, right?

Wang Ziteng looked Jia Qiang up and down in disbelief. Unexpectedly, the Jia family produced such a young hero with amazing physical strength. In terms of strength alone, he would definitely be among the top military generals of all time!
Although Daming will have thousands of members, it is difficult to find a general who can compare with Jia Qiang in terms of strength.

Wang Ziteng couldn't help admiring:
"Brother Qiang's supernatural power has already reached the level of being the champion of the three armies!"

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding soldiers were shocked and looked at Jia Qiang.

Wang Xifeng, who was looking around, was also taken aback. Her uncle, Wang Ziteng, is the governor of the Beijing camp and is in charge of the three major camps of the capital with more than 8 people. There must be many brave generals under his tent. She has a lot of knowledge, but she never expected that she would give Jia Qiang such a high evaluation.

This shows how outstanding Jia Qiang is!

Looking at Jia Qiang's handsome face, Wang Xifeng's heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself, how good it would be if he hadn't married Jia Lian yet?This Jia Qiang wants to have good looks and good martial arts, he is a perfect match!

At this time, Wang Ziteng asked:
"Brother Qiang, you said just now that you wanted to borrow an arrow from me, but I don't know, how do you want to resolve the crisis in front of you?"

Jia Qiang leaned close to Wang Ziteng's ear and whispered her plan.

After Wang Ziteng heard this, his expression changed, and he was secretly startled.

He sucked his teeth, sighed half-believingly:
"Brother Qiang, your strategy is good or bad, but can you do it?"

Jia Qiang smiled lightly and said, "Ninety out of ten."

At the same time, in a military camp on the southern outskirts of Shenjing City.

Qi Jiguang was standing in the coach's big tent, splashing ink, and wrote a poem:

"The road to the sand field is long
Dreams break mountains and rivers only once,
The world is far away from the chaotic road.

When did the ancient beacon fire go out?
Only common people shed blood and tears. "

After finishing writing, he walked out of the tent, gazed at Shenjing City in the distance, and muttered to himself:

"I don't know if I can find that archer? If such a general is living among the people, it will be a great loss to my Ming Dynasty!"

(End of this chapter)