Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 70 Surprise victory
  Sure enough, there was a crash next door, and someone kicked off the tables and chairs and got angry, apparently going to arrest Xue Pan. Judging from the voice, it was the private room where Xiong Lin and others lived.

Jia Cong hurriedly stepped out the door, stood on the corridor and said with a smile: "Xiong Lin, why don't you come to me if you want to fight? My hands are itchy today."

"You! Jia Cong, are you looking for trouble today?" Xiong Lin held Xue Pan in one hand and turned to look at him.

Xue Pan was panicking when he saw that these men dared to hit him. Suddenly he saw Jia Cong and shouted: "Brother Cong, help me, these idiots are trying to get rough."

Xiong Lin slapped Xue Pan, knocking him unconscious. Half of his face became swollen and he did not dare to speak again.

Jia Cong frowned, held his sword in his hand and was about to walk over. Although Xue Pan was not a good person, for Baochai's sake, he couldn't just sit back and watch.

Besides, although Xue Pan is a bit domineering, he is also quite loyal. This is his only advantage. And there are other things that require Xue Pan's help, so he must be saved today no matter what.

Suddenly, a hand behind him pressed Jia Cong's shoulder, and Sun Chi walked out.

The few scholars who were watching the excitement didn't know each other, but Xiong Lin and other nobles did. They were shocked and hurriedly put down Xue Pan and wanted to come over to pay a visit, but they were afraid of exposing Sun Chi's identity. After all, this was a brothel.

For a moment, the four yamen, Baoan Hou's son Xiong Lin, Yingchuan Hou's Zhu Hong, Lu'an Hou's Zhu Zhou, and Ningling Hou's Zhao Guan, all looked at each other and stood awkwardly, neither advancing nor retreating.

Sun Chi smiled and waved his hand gently, and the four of them quietly retreated into their private rooms as if they had been granted amnesty, not daring to say anything more. It seems that the Tenth Prince is having a banquet with Jia Cong today, so he can no longer be reckless.

Offending Jia Cong was nothing, but offending the tenth prince would be unlucky. He would be beaten to death if he went back.

Jia Cong went over to help Xue Pan and whispered: "Brother Xue, you should go back first. This is not a place for running wild. Those are the princes of Wuhou.

You should be more careful in the future. Shenjing is not Jinling. If we offend powerful people, we cannot stop it. Today's Jia Shi Wang Xue family is no longer the time when the country was founded, you should understand. "

Xue Pan nodded repeatedly, covered his face and ran away in despair.

Jia Cong returned to his private room.

"The Xue family is so silly and cute." Sun Chi said with a smile.

Jia Cong smiled dryly and said: "My aunt spoiled me so much that she thought Shenjing was Jinling."

"Don't talk about anything else. Look, those scholars have handed in all the poem manuscripts. If you have any clever tricks, just use them as soon as possible." The second prince said.

Jia Cong smiled slightly and said, "There's no rush."

Xiong Lin and others also spent a lot of money to hire someone to write a good poem. Now that they saw the prince here, they naturally did not dare to write it out, so they had to drink wine.

Seeing no other competitors, the few scholars stood proudly in the corridor and blew each other's tunes, watching everyone in Lan appreciating the poems.

"Brother Shimei, I think you are going to come out on top again today. With your talent as Tanhualang, the rest of us can only be defeated."

"Brother Ziwei is overly praised. If you talk about classics and meanings, I have some insights, but if you talk about poetry, you are not good at it. I think brother Chengming is very ambitious, and he must have good poems."

"Haha, I'm just scribbling random things. I'm not as good as all the talented people. I'm just following you guys to join in the fun."

The second prince tilted his head slightly, and the guard in the corner hurriedly stepped forward and bowed to obey the order.

"What are the backgrounds of these scholars?"

The guard took a look and said: "The one in purple in the middle is Jinke Chunwei Tanhua, Yang You Yang Shimei, who is waiting to be selected. The one in white is Li Ziwei, the son of Li Muyu, the left minister of the Ministry of Rites. The one in stone blue robe is Dali. The son of the temple minister Min Le, Min Zhao is named Chengming. The others are all the sons of second- and third-rank officials."

The second prince nodded, and the guard quietly retreated to the corner.

Jia Cong was so excited to see the quality of his entourage.

"It's not easy for you to steal love from these people today." The second prince smiled.

"The Art of War says that victory is won by surprise." Jia Cong said with a smile.

"Okay, I'll see if you have any special weapons." Sun Chi said with a smile.

For a moment, Lan Wei had already read the few pieces of paper that were sent to her. She smiled slightly and said, "I have read all the excellent works. They are all masterpieces of literary talent and profound artistic conception. However, I secretly think that Yang Tanhua's work is slightly better, Qiuyue." The orchid garden is shining brightly, and the incense smoke is curling around the flower tower. Such beautiful lines are intoxicating." He ordered the maid to send Yang You's poem to everyone to show fairness.

Everyone said they were modest, but in their hearts they were dissatisfied. They rushed to pass it on to others, and after reading it, they all gave up with a wry smile.

Yang You smiled and stood with his hands behind his back, as if he was holding the pearls of wisdom.

The second prince nodded slightly, looked at Jia Cong and said with a smile: "It is indeed a good sentence. Let's see how you deal with it."

Jia Cong laughed and stood up.

"Since you have no objections, please tonight..." Before Lan Wei could finish her words, she was interrupted by Jia Cong.

"Wait a minute." Jia Cong walked out of the private room and stood on the corridor.

"I wonder what this young master has to say?" Lan Wei said with a smile.

"I just heard that the accompaniment used by Mr. Lan seems to have instruments from the Western Regions. It is rare to see them in the Central Plains. Is it true?" Jia Cong said with cupped hands.

"Oh? I didn't expect that the young master is proficient in music?" Lan Wei was a little surprised. Among the patrons, there were many who were proficient in poetry, but very few who were proficient in music, especially those who could hear such Western instruments.

"I can't say I'm proficient, I just know a little bit. Can you please meet the musician?"

"Yes." Master Lan waved, and an unoccupied private room opened next to him, and a middle-aged musician walked out.

Jia Cong was slightly surprised that he was actually a foreigner, and judging from the fair-skinned blonde with a high nose and deep eyes, he was still European. He was holding a classical guitar in his hand.

"Sir, can you lend me your piano?"

"Please enjoy it, young master." The white man hurriedly bowed and handed the piano over. His accent was quite proficient. He must have stayed in China for a long time.

Lan Wei looked at Jia Cong with great interest and said with a smile: "I only know the name of this thing is guitar, and I don't know anything else. Young master actually knows this thing?"

Jia Cong smiled and said: "As you know, there is a legend in the far west. The first guitar in the world was made from the laurel tree that the sun god Apollo transformed from his beloved goddess Daphne. Therefore, from the first day of its birth, It is endowed with a soul of melancholy and love, and is most suitable to accompany love songs.”

"Young Master has learned a lot and remembers it well. I admire you. I wonder if you can play the piano?" Lan Wei said.

"Lan has been famous for a long time and has countless audiences. Is there anyone who can sing to you?" Jia Cong said with a smile, stroking the guitar in his hand.

"This has never happened before." Lan Wei smiled.

"There is now."

Jia Cong walked directly onto the trestle with his guitar in his arms and walked towards the central platform.

"What are you doing? Come back quickly. We agreed to use poems to decide the outcome. Do you want to cheat?" Seeing that Jia Cong was not acting according to common sense, the scholars hurriedly protested.

Jia Cong laughed, raised his buttocks and sat on the edge of the platform, next to Lan Wei, and said with a smile: "Everyone in Lan wants to listen to a song, and I will sing it to her. Don't you have any objections? Then you can sing it."

Everyone was speechless. The singing was done by the actors. How could they do this because of their noble status?

Lan Wei chuckled, looked at Jia Cong, and said, "I wonder what the young master wants to sing?"

"I just wrote this song for everyone. You will know it as soon as you hear it."

"Then I'm all ears." Lan Wei pursed her lips and smiled. This young man was interesting and unusual.

Jia Cong's fingers gently slid across the strings, and a smooth and beautiful melody suddenly flowed out.

Everyone was stunned, what kind of music was this? It was so strange.

Lan Wei's eyes lit up. She was a true master of music, so she naturally understood the meaning of this melody. This created an unprecedented new world for music. How could this person be so talented?
  "The sound of prosperity escaped into the empty door and shocked the world,
  Meng Pian Leng has gone through a lifetime of love debts and several books..."

(End of this chapter)