The Concubine Wushuang of Red Mansion

Chapter 58 The Holy Will is Unpredictable
"This poem is great! It's concise and implicit, easy and free. Reading it is like a spring breeze blowing on your face." Zhao Shihua shook his fan and reached out to hold Jia Cong's shoulder. Jia Cong avoided it and slowly glanced across his hand. Gu Zhufang also stared at that hand, with a trace of malice flashing in his eyes.

"Everyone, this involves gambling. As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. It has always been difficult to judge whether good poems or articles are good or bad. At this time, the prince went to invite someone to do the evaluation, so we will Hang up these four poems, and if the others want to show their faces, they can hurry up and write them, and we will hang them up together."

Remembering that this is a gambling game, where the winner or loser will be judged, everyone feels heartbroken for the gold and silver they have staked; and when they heard that the emperor is here today, all these literati were so excited that they asked for pens and ink one after another, and began to write. , and naturally there are a few more good poems.

The eunuch reported the situation here to the people on the high platform. Emperor Taiqi was interested and stood up and said, "Let's go and taste it. It's rare to come out today, so we can enjoy the scenery of Dongshan for a while." .”

Taoist Dongshan and King Zhongshun accompanied him. When they passed the Duojing Pavilion, they met Xianning who was coming in a hurry. "Uncle Huang, come and see, there is another good poem!"

She diligently came forward to help her, and Emperor Tai Qi rubbed her little head, "If you don't do well, you will be punished."

"Guarantee it, don't let Uncle Huang say it's wrong!"

Emperor Taiqi and Taoist Dongshan burst into laughter, and King Zhongshun couldn't help but laugh, "Hun said, good is good, bad is bad. Do you still want the emperor to cheat for you?"

In the Yuhu Pavilion, when Emperor Taiqi came in, everyone was kneeling on the ground. Jia Cong turned his head slightly and saw a pair of bright yellow boots passing by. He raised his head and saw a man of medium height. , under the guidance of Houda, look at the poems hanging on the wall.

"Uncle, tell me, which one of these "Song of Snow" poems is the best?"

All the poems were unsigned, and the emperor was not present before this. No one in the world would question the merits of such a person.

"From left to right, let's make up a number and evaluate it together to see who we all like?" Emperor Taiqi became interested and made a suggestion.

"Okay!" Taoist Dongshan and King Zhongshun responded naturally.

When Emperor Taiqi saw that everyone in the room was kneeling, he said "get up" and drew a number on the note presented by Hou Da.

"Uncle, let's take a look! I promise not to tell!" Xian Ning looked over and saw that it was "four", which happened to be Jia Cong's song. She winked at Jia Cong, who smiled back at her.

The results of the competition came out soon. Emperor Tai Qi looked at the three pieces of paper with "four" written on them and couldn't help but smile, "Why do you have the same opinion as mine?"

King Zhongshun smiled and said, "New wine, stoves, and twilight snow. One more is a burden, one less is inappropriate. They are just right. The red and green complement each other, and the color and taste are both fragrant. At the same time, the words are shallow and affectionate, and the words are short and the taste is long. It's really a good idea. Nothing better can come out.”

Taoist Dongshan also nodded, "Green wine and red stove, this is the first time I have seen such a combination, 'I can drink a glass of nothing' with soft words, greetings and greetings, full of true feelings, it has the beauty of ethereal and swaying, and the wonderful lingering sound, it is really rare!"

Emperor Taiqi smiled and drew a hook on it with a pen, and said, "Okay, this one is the most wonderful. I wonder who made it?"

Everyone's eyes fell on Jia Cong, with envy and jealousy, and some were extremely unhappy.

Xian Ning couldn't help but go over and pull him out, "Uncle, it's him!"

Jia Lian saw the emperor for the first time. Before he could calm down from the excitement and shock, he had an illusion that he didn't know where he was. Then he saw Jia Cong being pushed in front of the emperor, and he felt envious.

"Jia Cong, a common man, has met the emperor!" Jia Cong saluted again.

"Pingshen!" Emperor Tai Qi's eyes were full of scrutiny. Soon, the childishness on Jia Cong's face made him feel relieved and asked, "Did you do this yourself?"

"Yes!" Jia Cong replied calmly.

"Look at this snow scene again. In ancient times, a poem was written in seven steps. Let me see if there are such talented people in our Dashun Dynasty."

Jia Cong took a step forward and looked outside. He saw that the snow started to fall again at some point. He frowned slightly. Going back soon would be very troublesome.

Seeing this, everyone thought that Jia Cong's talents were exhausted, and everyone was gearing up. If he could show off in front of the emperor, wouldn't it be easier than passing the test to get a scholar?Even if you can't just enter the court and become an official, who would dislike the fame and heavy burden?

"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces..."

It is "Ode to Snow" by Zheng Banqiao of the Qing Dynasty. This poem is simple and Jia Cong just started writing it.

"Pfft!" Someone laughed out loud, and suppressed laughter rang out in the open hall. Emperor Taiqi's eyes fell on Jia Cong, and seeing that he was unmoved, he continued to write, "Five, six, seven, eight." Ninety slices..."

Emperor Taiqi couldn't help but smile. After all, he is a child, so he is really smart and quick?

"Pfft haha!"

They are all scholars who have never been taught etiquette, and their temperament is a bit wild. It is really because Jia Cong is not called poetry.

"Ahem!" King Zhongshun couldn't help coughing twice, and finally suppressed these sounds.

"Thousands of thousands of pieces and countless pieces..."

"If you don't write well, you will be punished!" Emperor Tai Qi was a little disappointed. He thought he was a child prodigy.

At this time, Emperor Taiqi stared at Jia Cong, just to see how he finished, and Jia Lian's heart was also lifted. Even though he was not good at reading, he could tell that this was not a poem, but a rhyme.

Jia Cong, however, was extremely calm. His pen was like a wandering dragon, ending with the last sentence "The plum blossoms are gone when they fly in". He just put down his pen, saluted Emperor Taiqi and returned to his life.

"Back to the emperor, the common people have finished composing the poems they were ordered to do."

"Okay!" Emperor Tai Qi couldn't help but admire the child's eagerness. The first three sentences were ordinary, lingering at the trough, and his extraordinary talent could not push the whole poem from the trough to the peak. It seems simple, but it tests people's ability even more. level.

When Emperor Taiqi left, he glanced at Jia Cong lightly. Jia Cong lowered his eyes and didn't see it. Even if he did, he couldn't figure out what the emperor meant.

When King Zhongshun followed him, he whispered, "Follow me!"

Although Jia Cong didn't know why, he had to follow quickly.

After walking through the winding road, the heat evaporated from the hot spring water under our feet acted like a barrier, blocking the falling snowflakes. But if we walked for a long time, rain would also fall.

A young eunuch held an umbrella and covered Jia Cong's head.

In front, Emperor Taiqi glanced back and glanced at Jia Cong.

After entering the Yuhua Palace, the heat hit his face. The young eunuch came over and took away the cloak from Jia Cong. Emperor Taiqi waved to him, and he hurried over. After bowing, he sat cross-legged on the couch.

"Do you know why I asked you to come?" Emperor Taiqi asked with a deliberately serious face.

Jia Congxin said that she was just curious about me, so she asked me to come over, but her face was extremely respectful, "The common people don't know, the common people are stupid and don't dare to figure out the Holy Heart!"

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