The Concubine Wushuang of Red Mansion

Chapter 56 Emperor Taiqi
Seeing this situation, Jia Cong guessed a bit. He didn't pay attention to the strange looks of everyone, but walked forward slowly. Yang Shihua followed him, waving his fan, and asked, "Brother Jia, it's so lively here!"

Jia Congyi glanced at him sideways and ignored him with a cold face. Instead, he asked Jia Lian, "What's going on?"

Gu Zifang came forward and cupped his hands, "Third Young Master, we meet again!"

"We are destined to meet from thousands of miles away..."

"Well said!" Yang Shihua raised his hands and clapped before Jia Cong finished his words, and there was sparse applause around him.

Gu Chuming smiled meaningfully, "The Third Young Master is really a man of small talk. This must be the Third Young Master Yang. The two of you came together, just in time to witness the competition between us and the Second Young Master Lian."

"I'm young, so I probably don't have as many words as you."

After Jia Cong finished speaking, there were roars of laughter around him. Gu Zhimang's face was livid, "Third Young Master, we literati still need to be proficient in writing and compete in talent."

"Competition? What is the competition?" Jia Cong was very interested. He saw Jia Lian's embarrassment and asked, "Second brother Lian, although you and I are both generals, today, we accepted the invitation from the Taoist Master and came here. I'm taking the literary test, wouldn't it be rude to hold a martial arts competition here?"

Jia Cong's words pointed out Jia Lian's identity. Honored nobles and literati were different and each had their own strengths. Gu Jufang was undoubtedly bullying Jia Lian to a test.

Jia Lian said hurriedly, "No! Brother Cong, you're here just in time. I'm not from your circle. I said I won't accompany you today, but you insist. These gentlemen also want me to write poems together." For the competition, I said, I can do archery and siege, but I can’t do this!”

Jia Lian waved his hand and stepped aside.

"Could it be that Duke Rong's mansion is going to admit defeat?" Gu Zhifang picked out a plum branch, smelled the fragrance and looked at Jia Cong provocatively.

Jia Cong stood in Jia Lian's position without hesitation and looked at Gu Palmfang, "I didn't expect that Mr. Gu's poetic nature is still so good. That day, Yu Qingtang sold my song "Compassion to the Farmers" to Jixian Hall for 200 taels of silver. I don't know. Why hasn’t it been published today?”

Speaking of this matter, Gu Jufang was furious. After the "Half Poetry" incident, the reputation of Jixian Hall plummeted, and there were only a few people. The "Compassion for the Farmers" was published, and it was just a title of Young Master of the Red Mansion. They sold four to five hundred copies and were scorned by others, saying they were not worthy of selling the poems of the Young Master of the Red Mansion.

For this reason, he has been punished by his father a lot these days.

Gu Jufang originally wanted to take this opportunity to humiliate Jia Lian and vent his anger. Unexpectedly, Jia Cong came and rescued Jia Lian. His inner plan failed and he became more and more unhappy.

In terms of talent, Gu Jufang is still a bit intimidated by Jia Cong.

Zhao Chi squinted at Jia Cong and saw that he was just a three-foot-long child. Even if Cao Zijian was reincarnated, he would not have such a famous reputation. He couldn't help but said, "It turns out he is the Young Master of the Red Mansion. He came just in time. We were about to compose a poem, so we can live up to this." What a view!”

Since he accepted someone's invitation and came here, he couldn't come in vain. Jia Cong also knew that he had to write down some words to explain it. He would have to do it sooner or later. It might as well be that he completed the task now. Asked, "Are there any rules?"

Zhao Chi shook his head and said, "It seems that Mr. Jia San doesn't understand the rules here very well. Taoist master always means, 'A poet should follow his will'. What he pays attention to is to follow the whim. If the rhyme is limited, On the contrary, there are no good poems."

It turned out that Zhao Chi, Gu Jufang and Mei Wenhe were old friends, and they were all from Jiangnan, so the three families had a good connection.

This time, the Dongshan Flower Club said that Daoye had changed the rules and wanted to see some young talents. They specially selected up-and-coming talents around the age of 20 and posted a post. All three of them happened to be selected, so they had to get together to think about what to do. Outstanding.Everyone else was fine, except the young master of the Red Mansion from the Jia family, who was a ruthless character and quite eager. So he thought about how to set up a game and use their carefully crafted poems to collide with Jia Cong, so as to make a fool of himself. His elan.

If the rules are said on the spot, it will be decided by the people of Dongshan Garden. If there are no rules, they can come up with the poems they have pondered over the past few days, and Jia Cong and Liang Rongguo's government do not have the strength to help him do anything in advance. homework.

"Okay!" Yang Shihua cheered, "We have the honor to witness this today, and it's a worthwhile trip!"

In the Yuhua Palace, on the high platform, the place where Taoist Master Mu Jianyu presented his poems was clean, without any ashes.

On the lichen in the middle, there is a white-glazed string-patterned three-legged bottle stove, in which palace-made lily incense is burning. On the short tables in the four corners, there are red plums with spreading branches, dots of delicate yellow pistils, and a delicate fragrance. .

Emperor Taiqi was wearing a blue Jiangshan Wandai dark floral mink fur coat and bright yellow silk embroidered cloud and dragon cotton socks. He sat cross-legged on the lichen.

In the brazier, the charcoal fire burned bright red and green, heating the small space.

Mu Jianyu and Prince Zhongshun were accompanying them on the left and right, and the two little people were jostling around. After a while, Xianning couldn't sit still anymore and climbed up, "Uncle Huang, look over there. They must have competed. Brother Four Emperors and I will help you go and have a look. What good poems did they write?"

From here, the field of vision is wide, and you can see the scenery on Panyue Slope. Although it is high and the expressions of the characters are clear, the voices coming from it are intermittent and cannot be heard clearly.

Xian Ning was extremely anxious, and the fourth prince Mu Yongzuo also crawled over, tilted his head and said, "You just want to see what good poems that young master from the Rongguo Duke's mansion does? He really has this ability?"

"Is there any? If you go and take a look, you will know?" Xian Ning said angrily.

Emperor Taiqi stroked the beard under his chin and said with a smile, "Even I don't believe that kid can have this ability. You two should act as imperial envoys and go and help me personally to see if he has this ability?"

Xian Ning cheered, hurriedly exited, put on her deerskin boots and ran out. Mu Yongzuo followed her and shouted, "Wait, don't run, be careful if you fall!"

Before he finished speaking, Xianning stepped on the last step of the platform, slid out suddenly, and sat down on the ground. She was annoyed and turned to Mu Yongzuo and said, "If you didn't tell me, I would have fallen." ?”

The eunuchs nearby gathered around. Xian Ning jumped up, patted her butt, and snorted at Mu Yongzuo. Mu Yongzuo was funny and doting as he stepped forward to hold her, but Xian Ning threw his hand away. "It's all your fault!"

"Okay, blame me, it's all my fault. If you don't want me to lead you, just walk more carefully. Why are you panicking? Could it be that we went there and they wrote good poems, but we couldn't see them?"

The two came over, and the people here have moved to the Yuhu Pavilion, which is not only sheltered from the wind, but also has an unobstructed view of the scenery.

In the Xuanzhong, a table has been arranged for this flower fair. On the table are ready-made pens, inks, paper and inkstones. Originally, people were here to drink tea, eat snacks, and ponder some poetry, but so many people came here. , I heard that it was a competition between the two sides, and they were both very interested, and the scene suddenly became lively.

Incomparable to Gu Zhifang and others, they are rising stars in the literary world in the capital, rising stars from a family of farmers and scholars in the south of the Yangtze River. In their daily life, "there are scholars who talk and laugh, and there are no white people in their dealings." Anyone with some reputation will be won over by them. Competing with others, almost everyone present sided with them.

　Second more!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)