The Concubine Wushuang of Red Mansion

Chapter 57
"Hmph, partiality, I will side with my junior brother!" Xian Ning was very unhappy and called the manager Houda, "Go and tell them that I want to open a gambling game, and everyone can come and buy the winnings and losses. I Let these people lose so hard that they don’t even have pants on.”

"Imperial sister, you can't do this!" Mu Yongzuo was so frightened that he waved his hands. If he started a gambling game at this time and acted as a banker, what would happen if his father found out?It's a joke if it gets out.

"If you are afraid, just go aside and I will play alone."

Houda smiled and said, "Since the princess likes it, then I can't support the princess."

Hearing that a gambling game was actually held, the atmosphere became even more intense. Yang Shiyou originally said when and what occasion the gambling game was held, but looking at the person who started the gambling game, he swallowed the words he spoke and immediately took them. A 100-tael silver note was issued, and he raised it high, "What kind of bet is this? How much do you pay?"

Houda said, "It's just for fun, it doesn't matter what it is, whether it's a jade pendant or a fan written by someone else, you can use it as a deposit. I'll pay you what you say, because Mr. Jia is younger here." , just pay ten for one, here, Mr. Gu and the other three are older, and have long been famous for their talents, so just pay ten for one!"

This was very reasonable, no one thought it was inappropriate, and it was also an endorsement of Gu Jufang.

Everyone was scrambling, and some of them, who really couldn't afford the money, took the only valuable thing they had and pledged it to Gu Chuming and others to show their support.

Gu Jufang took out 1000 taels of silver notes in one breath. Zhao Chi took off the Han jade from his waist even though he was not well dressed, and put it in the tray where they were deposited. Mei asked He which one he was depositing. Look at Yujue who is only half.

"Brother Junfu, you can't do this!" Gu Jufang pointed to the half piece of jade.

"It's okay, are you still worried that you won't be able to get it back?" Mei Wenhe glanced at Jia Cong, and the jade in his hand fell on the plate.

Jia Cong didn't pay too much attention. Although he knew the names of these people, his identity and background were unknown. Seeing that a good opportunity to make money came, he took 200 taels of silver notes and put them in.

Xian Ning also deposited 200 taels of silver notes. For the sake of fairness, Mu Yongzuo had to put 200 taels of silver notes on Gu Jufang's side.

Jia Lian naturally pledged money to Jia Cong. He didn't know whether he had no money or was afraid of losing money, so he only pledged ten taels of silver.

Everyone was gearing up. At this time, many people were eager to help Gu Zhimang and others think about it. Soon, Gu Zhimang got a good poem. He was so proud that he walked to the table and dipped his pen in ink. Many people gathered around and looked at it. He put pen to paper.

"Qionghua occupies the leaf garden, and the fragrant snow contains the southern flowers. How can it be like the auspicious heaven descending and the heaven and earth dancing to worship the flowers."

"Good, good, a good poem "Song of Snow", with good words and good artistic conception. What's rare is that it just fits the world of today's peaceful and prosperous world."

"Young master Gu is indeed extremely talented. A young phoenix is ​​as good as an old phoenix!"

This was a compliment to Gu Jufang's father, Gu Mingchen, the current Minister of Rites.

Gu Jufang couldn't hide his pride. He put down his pen and bowed, "I can't do it, I can't do it. Young Master Jia hasn't got a good poem yet. I'm older and have the upper hand. It's better than this."

"Young Master Gu is so humble, but it's just because I don't know what to say. We already have some poetic taste, but when Mr. Gu came out of this poem, half of the good words were taken up, and I'm at the end of my rope."

"Let's take a look at Brother Zhongxing and Brother Junfu. After seeing them, it's not too late to talk!" Gu Palmfang was still modest.

After a while, Zhao Chi also came.

"The light snow blows back with the wind, and the sun shines on the fields in the morning. In the coming year, green flowers will bloom on the gate."

There were waves of cheers again. Seeing that Jia Cong had not yet started writing, Mei Wenhe smiled jokingly and raised his hand to Jia Cong, "Third Young Master, I will take the lead!"

Jia Cong nodded, "Please!"

Mei Wenhe seemed to be relieved. He quickly picked up his pen and quickly wrote a poem also praising snow.

"The wind shook the trees in front of the courtyard last night..."

"Okay! This is a good way to start!" After just one sentence, someone started cheering.

Mei Wenhe's hand holding the pen trembled slightly, but he kept his breath and wrote down, "The cotton wool is fine and the snow is between the curtains. The falling volleys are like mist, and the patches are like flowers gathering on the steps."

There was a moment of silence in the pavilion, and everyone was filled with surprise as they waited for Mei Wenhe's next verse.

Only Xian Ning sat next to Jia Cong and looked at him without saying a word. Jia Cong felt helpless and patted her hand gently to tell her not to worry.

Here, Mei Wenhe is a poem with seven unique features, "It is hard to see the willows and spring for a long time, and only the peaches and plums are seen in the morning. There are scattered tears and no humanity. What is the use of searching for lovesickness in vain."

Compared with the previous two songs, this one was naturally better and everyone praised it. Gu Zhimang and Zhao Chi even lost their competitive spirit and said to Jia Cong, "Third Young Master, let's see Too bad."

"It's strange that these three songs of ours are all by Yongxue. It's best for the Third Young Master to be good at Yongxue. In this way, it will be easy to compare them with each other." Mei Wenhe said.

"It's a pity. I remember that the third son's poem about plum blossoms was excellent." Zhao Chi said with ridicule.

Xian Ning was furious, this was obviously intentional.

She was about to bounce up, but Jia Cong held her down, stood up and said, "Since this is a competition, even if it is still about plum blossoms, I will not take out the poem about plum blossoms. It also seems that I am too incompetent. "

As he spoke, he walked to the desk and read the poems written by Gu Palmfang and the others one by one. The calligraphy of the three of them was good, especially Gu Palmfang's small regular script, which was extremely elegant.

Jia Cong shook his head, "If it's beautiful, it's beautiful; if it's good, it's bad!"

Zhao Chi was so angry that his face turned green. He clenched his fist and was about to swing it at Jia Cong. Gu Zifang, who was deeper in the city, grabbed his wrist and pulled him down. He said with a smile, "Jia Sangong has a reputation for talent. Today I will wait for you." I’m lucky enough to see it.”

Mei Wenhe personally helped Jia Cong unfold the paper, handed him a pen, raised his hand and said, "Please!"

Jia Cong took over the pen. His mind was full of poems, and he didn't know which one to choose. He thought for a while and decided to write a simpler one that would suit his current status and situation, so he chose it. "Asking Liu Nineteen" by Bai Juyi.

However, at this time, his eyes were looking at Xian Ning. Xian Ning's cute little face was facing him and their eyes met. Her pair of black grape-like eyes were fixed with doubts.

Jia Cong smiled and wrote: "Green ants newly fermented wine, small red clay stove. It's snowing tonight, can you have a drink?"

Xianning looked at it with her eyes wide open. When a silver hook was finished, she looked at the poem with infinite treasure. The pen and ink were still fresh, and the last question fell into her heart.

"Is this written for me?" Xian Ning was overjoyed and his eyes lit up.

Jia Cong simply put the title on it, "Send Off to Senior Brother". When Xianning saw this, he couldn't help laughing and said to Mu Yongzuo, "I'm going to find my uncle to come and judge!"

Everyone around looked at the sky outside. Unexpectedly, the sky had darkened. At this time, the wine on the table was still cold, and tea was boiling on the small clay stove in front of the window. Everyone was busy. I want to ask a friend, "It's snowing tonight, can I have a drink?"

So suitable for the occasion, yet so natural, these four simple sentences, with a homely tone, connected with each other, and in one breath, have already made the difference between high and low.

The hall became silent again.

However, the calmness this time is different from the time when Mei Wenhe was waiting for Mei Wenhe. A table of rare and delicious delicacies is placed in front of an old gourmet, and he just wants to taste it quietly. Even his breathing is light, and he is so careful that he might Fantasy.

　Except for the protagonist's poem, the rest are all pieced together and made up to suit the occasion, which is embarrassing.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)