dream of red mansion

Chapter 110
After reading it once, he didn't understand it a little bit. At least he knew it wasn't a fabrication, so he patiently read it again...

"Did you just do this?"

After three breaths, he raised his head and asked.

Jia Qing grinned and said, "The adults came up with the questions."

The old man apologized: "No other meaning, I just find it unbelievable. You are not very old when you look like this. Who did you learn from?"

Seeing that the old man's attitude had improved, Jia Qing also became slightly respectful and said, "Master Fang, the tutor and cabinet minister."

It's not that Jia Qing shows off, and every time he reveals Fang Shou's official position in advance, it's a taboo for his lord. Others can say "Fang Shou, Mr. Fang", but Jia Qing can't mention the word Fang Shou, so in order to clearly introduce Fang Shou Shou, had to add his official position.

Only since then, the vibration has become bigger.

In this era of learning and excellence, being a cabinet minister is the dream position of every scholar, an unattainable dream, and the most pinnacle pursuit.

Now Jia Qing, who looks young at first glance, is actually a disciple of the cabinet ministers, Zizi, the future is bright!The eyes around him became a little complicated in an instant.

Of course, if it is in the capital, this kind of emotion may be much less.But in other places, even in Nanjing, the second city of the Kingdom, this worship of the cabinet is deeply imprinted in the hearts of every scholar.

"It turned out to be Mr. Fang Ge's high-ranking apprentice. No wonder. I think that when Mr. Fang Ge was in the Ministry of Rites a few years ago, he often went to Nanjian to give lectures, and he also had some friendship with me. So I will ask you to call you a good nephew. ?”

"The adults love you, but the students are ashamed to accept it."

The old man said displeasedly: "Do you think that I deliberately made things difficult for you just now?"

Jia Qing said in her heart: "What do you mean by thinking? It's basically good!"
But he didn't show it on the face, bowed and said: "Students dare not. This junior has seen adults."

The old man smiled and nodded, as if he had accepted a good student, he stretched out his hand to support Jia Qing, and said to Sun Wu who was beside him with an ugly face as if he had eaten shit: "Xiao Wu, come and see you brother Jia Shi."

Seeing the old man's face as if nothing happened, Jia Qing knew that this was the reason why the old man was so close.

Sun Wu is lucky to have an elder who thinks so much about himself.

But Sun Wu didn't understand, he said dissatisfied: "Teacher, you?"

He felt wronged and felt that he was an abandoned child.
Sun Wu didn't act, and the old man didn't urge him, he smiled and said to Jia Qing: "Your grandson has no father or mother since he was a child, and he grew up beside this old man. The old man is busy with official duties, so it is inevitable that he is neglected, which makes him withdrawn and eccentric. If there is anything that offends my nephew, please forgive me."

What he said made Sun Wu's face turn black and red, almost doubting his own ears.

Jia Qing was also very surprised, and hurriedly said: "What does your lord say, there is no gap between me and brother Sun, if we do more, it's just a matter of temper, that's all, what your lord said, the juniors are terrified!"

Seeing that Jia Qing was not arrogant because of his "weakness", the old man secretly praised him, saying:
"The old man's surname is Zhao, and he is currently the Secretary of the Southern Supervisor. You can call me Uncle Zhao."

"My lord, do you know Mr. Qian from Beijian?"

Jia Qing vaguely remembered that Qian Jingrun's mentor was working as a secretary in Nanjian.

"That's another disciple of the old man."

"It turned out to be Mr. Qian's teacher, but it was the junior Meng Lang before."

Qian Jingrun is a teacher that Jia Qing respects very much. For his sake, as long as this Wude brother doesn't mess with him in the future, he doesn't have to "step on" him anymore.

Zhao Siye waved his hand and said without hesitation: "It's nothing, we're going to talk about our own business. Well, we've been talking for so long, they can't wait."

Exactly, the people below saw that after Zhao Siye read Jia Qing's poem, he only praised it, and then copied it in his hand without preaching. They just continued with Jia Qing for a long time, and they were already a little impatient. up.Seeing that they had finally finished speaking, they all cheered up immediately.

Zhao Siye slowly opened Jia Qing's poem, and read in his aged and vigorous voice:
"I heard that the generals and soldiers of the three armies marched north.
The day is slanting with mighty sorrow

Yin whip east pointing to the end of the world

Luohong is not a heartless thing

Turn into spring mud to protect flowers"

"You, you, even if you don't make a name for yourself, you will become a blockbuster, but you are too impressive. I don't know how to describe it."

At the gate of the Imperial College, Zhang Ziwen complained to Jia Qing.

"It's a fluke, a fluke." Jia Qing said with a grin.

Zhang Ziwen looked helplessly at Jia Qing, who had a hippie smile on his face, and began to doubt his academic performance for so many years. There are monsters in this world!
"Forget it, I told you to go see the teacher and if you didn't go, I won't tell you. I'll go back and report to you first."

Zhang Ziwen bowed his hands and turned around to go back.

Jia Qing also returned to Ningguo Mansion by car under the escort of Li Yan and others.

……

The Nanjing Cultural Association is both a grand event and a government-run event, the purpose of which is to promote the character of the literati.Therefore, dozens of copies will be copied for any works made in the literary society that are listed as excellent by the general judging group, and will be sent by special personnel to various important squares and cities in the city to be posted at the gates of the city, so that scholars who have not been invited and The people in the city read it together.

With the population density and complexity of Jinling City, it is really possible to become famous all over the world!
In front of Wendefang, under the archway, a large group of people gathered.

Most of these people are students from various private schools, ordinary students from Yingtianfu School, or traders who hang around here.

Although they are not qualified to participate in the literary society, in the eyes of most people, they are still figures of the upper class, and they are respected and educated people walking on the ten miles and eight streets.

At this time, they were discussing in full swing the excellent works that had been screened out by the Ministry of Rituals pasted on the list. If they couldn't discuss it, it often turned into an argument, which made the atmosphere even more heated.

"here we go again……"

A pair of yamen servants galloped by, stopped halfway, and came towards this side with a piece of paper.

The onlookers hurriedly gave way, and waited for them to post up neatly before surrounding them again.

"Hey, why is there only one poem this time?"

One person spoke out.Gein used to pass on several works at the same time, but he has never passed on a single poem like this!
"It can't be that the literary meeting is coming to an end, it's finally passed..."

"Why don't you care about that, hurry up and read what's written on it!"

As a result, the scene was rare and quiet, and a person in the front helped everyone recite the above content.After he finished reading, within a short while, various noises began to appear again.

"Wonderful!"

"'Luohong is not a ruthless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers' is absolutely perfect..."

"After listening to this poem, I really want to be like those soldiers in the Northern Expedition, put on armor and go into battle, defending my home and country, even if I'm shrouded in horse leather!"

……

The discussion began to spread with a degree of enthusiasm that was not there before, until a voice asked: "The author's name is Jia Qing? Who is this Jia Qing? Why haven't I heard of it?"

"I don't know, but to be able to write such good poems, he must not be an ordinary person, but must be a master of poetry!"

Many people have never heard of Jia Qing's name, but fortunately, someone at the front clarified the confusion: "It says on it that he is not from Jiangnan, but a supervisor of Bei Guo Zi Jian!"

"It's actually a member of the Beijian. It seems that the Beijian is going to make a big splash at the Jiangnan Cultural Association this time."

As soon as this person finished speaking, another voice said: "Jia Qing, the North Supervisor? I remember that there was a list yesterday, and it was absolutely wonderful. That person seems to be called Jia Qing..."

"Yes, yes, I remembered when you said that, and many people applauded at that time.

I still remember that pair, listen to me and tell everyone..."

Not long after, similar scenes appeared in all major cities in Nanjing, and the person in question was also the same person...

(End of this chapter)