The Red Chamber: My Stunning Confidante with a Variety of Styles

Under the tense and concerned eyes of everyone, Jia Jue smiled at Qingxuan and Ziyan:

"The two girls really posed a problem for me. Miss Ziyan is a new friend, and everyone Qingxuan is an old friend. It's really hard to choose."

The men in the crowd all showed gloating smiles. If you choose one, you will surely offend the other.
While they were laughing secretly, they heard Jia Jue say again:

"However, I'm not a person who favors one over another, and I'm not a person who likes the new and dislikes the old. Therefore, two girls, I will give you a poem for each of you."

Everyone was stunned when they heard the words. They were still waiting for Jia Jue to make a choice, but Jia Jue responded with action:
Children make choices!

I want it all!
"This bastard, he wants to hug left and right!"

"Bastard! My Qingxuan, my Ziyan! They just ruined it like this!"

"Jia Jue! This greedy and shameless person!"

All the men gritted their teeth together and stared at Jia Jue angrily.

Qingxuan and Ziyan looked at each other, with sparks still in their eyes. Although Jia Jue promised to give each one a poem, there was a difference between superior and inferior poems, and it would be clear at a glance who he preferred at that time.

Jia Jue fixed her eyes on Ziyan, smiled at her and said, "Miss Ziyan, I have a poem for you, just listen."

These words shocked everyone, pricked up their ears, and waited for Jia Jue's poem with bated breath.

Swish!
Jia Jue unfolded his folding fan, took a few steps, and slowly chanted:

"Yun wants to look like clothes and flowers, and the spring breeze blows on the threshold to reveal Hualong. If it hadn't been seen on the top of Qunyu Mountain, I would have met Yaotai under the moon."

After the voice fell, there was silence in the field, and everyone was savoring the charm of the poem.

It was Lin Daiyu who spoke first, and she praised in a low voice:

"Third brother's poem is ingenious in imagination, easy to come by, without showing traces of fabrication. The language in the poem is rich and colorful, and the words are fluent. Reading this poem, it feels like the spring breeze is full of paper, the eyes are full of flowers, and the human face is blurred. It is rare. excellent work."

But after praising her, she suddenly pouted and glared at Jia Jue resentfully:
"Third brother is really not a good person!"

These words made Jia Baoyu on the side happy: Yes, Jia Laosan is not a good person at all, but I am a good person. Sister Lin, you can see his true colors clearly.

And her words made the scene lively again. Although all the men were very dissatisfied with Jia Jue's insatiable greed, they spoke highly of his poem:

"At the Flower God Conference, Jia Jue used flowers as a metaphor, but it was ingenious and amazing."

"He used cloud, flower, dew, Yushan, Yaotai, moonlight, and other plain and simple words to contrast the beauty's demeanor without showing any traces. It is really clever!"

"Beauties are like flowers, and beauties are like immortals. Jia Jue's poem is wonderful!"

……

Amidst the praise of everyone, infinite surprise flashed across Zi Yan's face. This poem was excellent and really moved her. She took a peek at Jia Jue, only to feel that Jia Jue was like a banished fairy, with a graceful demeanor. Gao Jue, elegant and out of the world, her heart was suddenly bumped like a deer.

"Thank you, son, for the poem. Zi Yan is very grateful." She saluted Jia Jue, her face blushing.

Seeing her appearance, many men beat their chests and stomped their feet. With such a good work, and seeing Zi Yan's demeanor, soon she will not only love poetry!

Hateful, annoying!
Looking at Ziyan's smiling face like a flower, Qingxuan felt a bit of sadness in her heart, Jia Jue actually made such a masterpiece for her, thinking about it, she still likes Ziyan even more.

At this time, she suddenly regretted, why didn't she take off her veil earlier and let Jia Jue see her appearance?

Just when she was worrying about gains and losses, Jia Jue looked at her and said to her:
"Today is the flower god meeting. Although there are countless flowers of various colors, plum blossoms are the only one missing, which is really embarrassing. Everyone in Qingxuan has a dusty temperament and noble conduct, but they are similar to plum blossoms. I wrote a poem about plum blossoms and dedicated it to Qingxuan. Xuan everyone."

Qing Xuan came back to her senses, nodded at him and said, "Young Master, I'm here."

That's what she said, but she didn't have much hope in her heart. It was hard for any poem to surpass the previous song "Yun Xiang Clothes and Flower Xiangrong".

Jia Jue smiled lightly at her, then slowly chanted:

"Beside the broken bridge outside the post, there is no one left alone. It is already dusk to worry about alone, and it is more windy and rainy.

No intention to struggle for spring, Ren Qunfang is jealous.Scattered into mud and crushed into dust, only the fragrance remains the same. "

After his words fell, the whole scene fell silent again, and everyone was immersed in the artistic conception of this poem and couldn't extricate themselves.

But this time, it was Xue Baochai who broke the silence first, she sighed softly:
"This poem uses plums as a metaphor for people, and uses a fresh tone to describe the pride and unyieldingness of plums. The fusion of things and me, with delicate brushstrokes and profound meanings, should be the swan song of plum poems. Brother Jue is so talented and amazing!"

Shi Xiangyun also praised:

"The third elder brother chanted plums, judging the spirit and not the appearance, and the plum's high quality is fully displayed. The two sentences of 'Lingluo' reveal the true nature of plums, which is extremely profound."

Lin Daiyu pouted all the time, adoring and annoyed at Jia Jue.

And following the praise of the two, everyone came back to their senses one after another, and there was a huge sound of admiration at the scene:
"This is a poem chanting plums. There is no word "plum" in the whole text, but the charm of "plum" is everywhere. Mr. Yu is so talented, I admire it!"

"No vulgarity, no yielding, pure and uncompromising, and unswerving loyalty, this is the true charm of plum blossoms. Jia Jue pointed it out in a few words, which is extremely talented!"

"Although the plum blossoms are scattered, but the fragrance is not as good as before, how can Qunfang be jealous? Jia Jue's talent has to be admired!"

……

"I don't want to fight for the spring, I'll be the envy of the crowd. The scattered parts are turned into mud and dust, only the fragrance remains the same." Qingxuan muttered softly, and tears quickly gathered in her beautiful eyes.

Her identity is sensitive, and the imperial court has been besieging and suppressing them, isn't it just like plum blossoms, withered by wind and rain, turning into mud and dust?
But she never gave up, isn't she just like a plum blossom, unyielding and loyal?

Jia Jue's poem is exactly her portrayal!

At this moment, she felt great warmth, and Jia Jue's understanding and praise moved her heart beyond words.

Two lines of clear tears fell from her beautiful eyes, she bowed to Jia Jue and said with a choked voice:

"Thank you, son. This word is a sacred item in Qingxuan's heart. Qingxuan is very grateful. If you ask for something, you can just ask Qingxuan. Qingxuan will never refuse."

This "no objection" made the men in the field beat their chests and sigh again!
Qingxuan is about to be taken down by Jia Jue, almost "promise with her body"!
Ziyan and Qingxuan, two world-renowned beauties, were actually taken down by Jia Jue together!

What a pity!It hurts!