I'm in the Red Mansion

Chapter 148 Who in the capital doesn’t know you?
Qin Tao wanted to refuse, even though after the second round he was no longer the only one making a fool of himself, there were several others who were making a fool of themselves with him.

But the ones who made a fool of themselves were all his little brothers, which made him look even more like a clown.

He just wanted to drag Kou Jie along to make a fool of himself.

But he couldn't help but let several of his younger brothers, who had narrowly escaped the danger and had never made a fool of themselves, agree to do it.

Even a few younger brothers who had made fools of themselves became hesitant.

The truth is, if they continue, they have no confidence that they can come up with a solution, and they are afraid of making a fool of themselves again.

In the end, they reluctantly agreed.

Even Qin Tao finally remained silent and did not stand up to oppose.

Because, at this moment, he couldn't think of any poem.

If he stood up to object and the game continued, it would be his turn immediately and he would make a fool of himself again.

If that were the case, he would be bringing disgrace upon himself.

So, the Feihualing game ends here.

The banquet went on as usual and ended in great joy.

Of course, the joy is theirs.

Qin Tao and other young men who had made a fool of themselves had nothing but endless humiliation.

After the banquet, Kou Xiang patted Jia Cong on the shoulder and said with satisfaction: "Brother Cong, not bad, very good, your master was right about you."

"By the way, you said that poem was written by Jin Nong from the Yuan Dynasty. What other poems did this person write? Why do I have no impression of this person?"

Seeing Kou Xiang asking, Jia Cong had no choice but to say: "Master, this poem is actually fabricated by my disciple. There was no such person as Jin Nong in the Yuan Dynasty."

Upon hearing this, Prime Minister Kou was stunned at first, and then he couldn't help laughing.

"Good, good! No wonder even I have never read this poem. I see that everyone in the room has a puzzled look on their faces."

"I thought this poem was obscure and no one had ever seen it. I never expected that you wrote it on the spot."

"This poem can be regarded as a masterpiece that will be handed down from generation to generation. Even I, your teacher, have never written a poem like this in my life."

"And this experience will surely become a good story, passed down to future generations."

"I am afraid that I will also benefit from you as my disciple and leave my name in the literary world!"

Jia Cong smiled and said, "Master, your praise is too much. I am ashamed to accept it."

……

However, after the banquet, the story of Jia Cong's performance of Feihualing, Qin Tao and others imitating dog barking, and the poem written by Jia Cong spread among the scholars at a rapid speed.

After hearing the poem, countless scholars were also puzzled.

Such an amazing poem should not have been unheard of.

How come not only I, but also the people around me have never heard of it?
Some curious people couldn't help but take out the complete collection of Yuan Dynasty poems and start searching.

I just looked through the entire collection of Yuan Dynasty poems, but I couldn't find the author Jin Nong, nor did I see this poem.

It was not until this time that these people realized that this poem was not from the Yuan Dynasty at all.

Instead, it was written on the spot by Kou Xiang’s new disciple.

And it was precisely because of this that they became even more amazed.

In just a few moments on the spot, even when the last sentence had already been fixed, he was able to write something so amazing that it was enough to make people mistakenly believe that it was a wonderful poem written by the ancients.

How talented is this new disciple of Prime Minister Kou?
And I heard that this Mr. Jia was actually an abandoned child of the Rongguo Mansion?
The Rongguo Mansion can't even accommodate a young man like this?

No wonder the Jia family fell into decline!
It would be strange if such a family did not decline.

And then, it was revealed that this poem was not a Yuan Dynasty poem, but a poem written by Jia Cong on the spot. This was the truth that was concealed from everyone present and was spread out.

Such bizarre and absurd stories spread very quickly.

In just one afternoon, the news spread throughout the capital.

It even spread among ordinary people.

Although they were not interested in poetry and songs, they were very interested in such twists and turns in the story. This interesting story soon reached Jia Zheng's ears.

After listening to this, Jia Zheng even felt the strange looks his colleagues were giving him, which made him feel very uncomfortable, as if there was something stuck in his throat and a thorn in his back.

At this time, Jia Zheng couldn't help but regret it.

I didn't expect that Brother Cong is so talented.

If I had known this would happen, I should not have kicked him out of the house.

If Cong'er had not been driven out of the house, their Jia family would have become famous by now.

It’s just that, although Cong Ge’er is talented, he is too prone to causing trouble.

Why did he have to pick on Prince Yizhong when there were so many people he could pick on?

And now, even Prime Minister Qin has been provoked.

If we had known that he had such talent when we were driving him out of the house, should we have driven him out or not?
For a moment, Jia Zheng was unable to make a decision.

This story quickly spread to the Rongguo Mansion.

When Lady Jia, Lady Wang, Wang Xifeng and others heard it, they pretended not to hear anything and strictly forbade the servants to discuss it.

When Jia Baoyu heard this, he was amazed.

He liked this poem so much that he even wrote it down and enjoyed it slowly.

As for Lin Daiyu, Xue Baochai and the other three sisters, after hearing this story and this poem, their admiration for Jia Cong increased even more.

Previously, during the Lantern Festival Poetry Festival, Third Brother Cong had shown his talent once before.

However, the poem I wrote that time, although good, was not as good as this one.

The poem written today is almost as good as those in the Tang and Song dynasties!

This was something they had never expected.

At this moment, they even wished that Jia Cong would appear in front of them immediately so that they could learn from him.

They are all talented women, and they admire this amazing literary master the most.

They secretly planned in their hearts that when they had the chance to meet Third Brother Cong in the future, they would never let him go easily.

……

After Jia Cong returned home, he became busy.

Well, at the apprenticeship banquet today, he really received too many gifts.

At this moment he was busy sorting the gifts into categories and recording them one by one.

Reciprocity.

These gifts are not accepted for nothing.

If someone else has problems in the future, you have to return it.

After finishing all these, Qingwen, Xiangling and other girls began to ask what interesting things happened at the teacher-apprentice banquet today.

Jia Cong didn't say much, just sent them away with a few words.

Although what I did today was exposed, it is not something I can brag about.

Then at night, the women heard this incident from outside.

This shows how quickly this matter spread.

After hearing this, they praised him while at the same time becoming relentless towards Jia Cong.

Asked the Third Master, there was nothing to hide from them what they were doing.

They also all liked the poem written by Jia Cong very much.

Although except Xiangling, they may not understand what is so great about this poem.

But as long as it is written by San Ye, they like it.

(End of this chapter)