Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 167 Northern Xinjiang War 1
  On the dark mountain peaks in the far northeast, beacon towers were lit up one after another. The raging fire was particularly dazzling under the night sky, like a red-hot chain quickly extending towards the divine capital.

Zhao Lingkong said: "The alien races were defeated decades ago. Why is there another war in northern Xinjiang now?"

"Could it be that the Tartar barbarians have regained their strength again?" Wei Wuji asked.

Su Can frowned and said: "Although Liaodong Town has high walls and thick walls, and many soldiers and generals, it has not experienced war for decades, and its military equipment will inevitably be weakened. I am afraid that this war will..."

"Is the foreign enemy blocking the border this time just for plunder, or is it to compete in the Central Plains?" Deng Lei asked.

Everyone talked for a long time, but couldn't get the point.

Jia Cong didn't take it to heart very much. He was not in his position or seeking political affairs, so he said with a smile: "I and others are talking lightly, and it is in vain to talk about breaking the sky. Such important military and national affairs should be left to the worries of the princes in the temple. At this moment, Just eat, drink and be merry."

"Brother Cong, that's a very kind thing to say." Everyone smiled and went back to their seats to raise glasses, but the atmosphere was no longer the same as before.

Lan Wei said with a smile: "You care about the world, care about the country and the people, and I admire my good health. I would like to present you two little songs to relieve your sorrow."

Everyone hurriedly said: "We are all ears."

Jia Cong had heard about it a long time ago and smiled. His mind had already drifted to the beacon fire in the distance. He remembered that this battle was not included in the original work. Could it be that it was just a scabies disease, so there was no record?
  But if the scabies disease was suppressed by the general guarding Liaodong Town, how could he have rashly lit a beacon fire and alarmed Shenjing? Who can afford the crime of lying about military intelligence?
  "The hills are overlapping and the golden light is extinguished, and the clouds on the temples are aspiring to the fragrant snow on the cheeks. I am too lazy to paint my eyebrows, and it is too late to put on makeup and wash up. Looking at the flowers in the front and rear mirrors, the flowers reflect each other. The new post is embroidered with ruffles, and there are golden partridges in pairs."

After Lan Wei finished her song, everyone cheered and applauded loudly, and the atmosphere became lively again. Everyone was not a literate scholar. What about elegance, good wine, good food, and the company of beautiful women? How can we not stay happy?

Deng Lei, Zhang Yi, Wei Wuji and others had already moved the small tables to one place and built them into a big table. They were pushing cups and changing cups, guessing and giving orders, and had a lot of fun.

Lan Wei saw that Jia Cong was a little absent-minded, so she went over and poured him a glass of wine herself and said, "Why is the third master a little depressed, but do you think the slave's singing is unpleasant?"

Jia Cong said with a smile: "Wen Bacha's lyrics are already very good, but singing them from everyone's mouth makes it even more interesting."

Lan Wei smiled and said: "Third Master, please don't trick me. No matter how good Wen Bacha's words are, how can he compare to Third Master?"

Jia Cong pinched his chin, but he was not humble at all. No matter how strong Wen Bacha was, he was just one person, but he had gathered the essence of later generations of poetry. He smiled and said, "Everyone Lan said that, so I feel shameless."

Lan Wei covered her mouth and smiled softly: "Today, the third master is the leader, and he is also sworn in with Jinlan. It can be said to be a double happiness. Is there any masterpiece?"

Everyone hurriedly echoed: "Brother Cong's talent name has long been heard by our ears, Yuzi. Now, which girl in Shenjing City doesn't sing something like 'Life grows and hates water and the east' and 'Golden Wind and Jade Dew meet each other'. Today I'll wait for you." We are all warriors and are not used to listening to those sentimental and euphemistic words, but can we have any generous and heroic works?"

Lan Wei also pulled Jia Cong's sleeve and said coquettishly: "Third Master, I also want to hear about your heroic work."

Jia Cong laughed, pinched Lan Wei's cheek, and said: "Lan people are so cunning. Since ancient times, we have only heard that being the best and having the wedding ceremony together is a double happiness. What does it have to do with the sworn marriage to Jinlan? If Lan people are willing to commit themselves, If it is fulfilled, what if Cong just fills in a row of bold and unrestrained words?"

"Master Lan, you all know our brother's character, family background, martial arts, and literary talents. Looking at the world, there is a second one? Why not agree? It will become a good story that will be passed down through the ages." Everyone laughed and cheered.

Lan Wei had never seen anything before. She smiled shyly, her eyes filled with autumn water, looked at Jia Cong, and said softly: "My heart has been promised to the third master for a long time. I just regret that I can't make the decision. If I can regain my freedom, I will do it myself." Serve before you day and night and do as you are asked."

Everyone felt a chill in their hearts, as if the soft voice penetrated straight into their hearts, and their bones were numb. They secretly sighed that he was worthy of being the leader of Shenjing's line, and he could win people's hearts with just one sentence.

Jia Cong couldn't resist anymore. He smiled hurriedly and sat down a little further, raising his hands in surrender: "Okay, okay, okay, I thank you all for your wrong love. Cong is still a child now, so please be careful with your words."

He knew very well that redeeming the life of Tangtang Xingsou could not be done with money. Only the powerful could resist the powerful.

Lan Wei covered her mouth and said with a smile: "The slave family is waiting for the Third Master to come and take her body at any time." After saying that, she called for a pen and paper, dipped the pen in ink herself, presented it to Jia Cong, and said with a smile: "Everyone knows that the Third Master The graceful words are the best in the world, how about this generous and heroic work?" Seeing that Jia Cong was about to write a poem, everyone stopped and looked at him. Zhao Lingkong was born in a scholarly family in Jinling. He read poetry and books, and was even more interested in Jia Cong's poems.

Jia Cong looked at the beacon fire still burning brightly outside the window and said: "We, the warriors, should listen to the sound of galloping on the battlefield, here we are!" A classic bold poem suddenly came to mind, and he wrote it with a swipe of his pen.

Lan Wei stood aside, her eyes getting brighter and brighter as Jia Cong's pen tip waved. She looked at the paper, then looked up at Jia Cong's handsome, resolute and chiseled profile, her heart had already melted into a stream of spring water.

"Master Lan, what do you think of this word?" Jia Cong stopped writing and smiled.

"Unparalleled in the world." Lan Wei praised.

"Why don't you sing?" Jia Cong said.

"Yes, yes, Lan, everyone, come on and sing quickly, let me enjoy it." Everyone said hurriedly.

Lan Wei gave a slight smile and said with a smile: "That concubine has already made a fool of herself. It is truly a lifetime blessing to be able to sing the word "San Ye" for the first time." After saying that, he called the girl to get the guzheng and said with a smile: "This word is fierce and killing. Feizheng cannot do its best."

"Listen to everyone Lan's magical skills." Lao Gao, who had everyone's appetites whetted, said in unison.

""Watching the beacon fire at night": When I was drunk, I lit up the lamp and watched the sword, and I dreamed of blowing the horns of the company. Eight hundred miles away, the soldiers were burning, fifty strings were heard outside the Great Wall, and the soldiers were ordered in the autumn of the battlefield. The horseman was very fast, and the bow was It's like a thunderbolt. It ends the affairs of the king and the world, and he wins fame both in life and in life. This pity happened in vain!"

In Lan Wei's high-pitched and resounding voice, "Broken Array" pierced the night sky, carrying everyone's thoughts, as if they were on the border battlefield with iron horses and banners, and the sounds of shouting and clanging bowstrings seemed to be heard in the ears. .

"Good words, good words!" Zhao Lingkong changed his usual gentle demeanor, stood up from the table, picked up the wine bottle and drank a few sips, and said: "Master Lan, please sing one more time. I am willing to dance with my sword in front of the table. Brothers, please help me enjoy the wine!"

"Okay!" Everyone laughed.

Lan Wei smiled and nodded, then opened her red lips and sang again.

Zhao Lingkong jumped to the middle and drew his sword out of its sheath with a clang. As Lan Wei's singing changed, he saw the sword energy in the hall, swishing and swishing. When it was fast, it was like a violent storm, when it was slow, it was like a weeping willow, and when it was fierce, it was like a thunder array. Formation, when soft, is like blue waves.

Suddenly the sword light was withdrawn and the singing stopped abruptly.

Lan Wei praised: "Mr. Zhao's swordsmanship is comparable to that of Gongsun Gongsun."

"Ling Kong's swordsmanship is so good! It's so obvious!" Everyone laughed and drank a cup together.

Zhao Lingkong sheathed his sword, cupped his hand and said, "It's not worth a small skill."

"Don't be humble, come and drink."

A wonderful sword dance brought the atmosphere in the banquet to a climax. Everyone came and went in high spirits, drinking the Immortal Drunk as if it were ordinary rice wine, and soon became extremely drunk.

At least Jia Cong had some restraint, and Lan Wei was afraid that others would not be able to bear it, so she blocked him a lot of drinks, which allowed him to barely stay awake.

Seeing that everyone was drunk, Lan Wei hurriedly asked the waiter to carry them back to the guest room to serve them.

(End of this chapter)