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

"Are you worthy?"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

No one expected that Jia Jue's counterattack would be so sharp and novel.

But then, the cheers and applause of the crowd became louder, and they wished that the two groups of people would fight to be happy.

Of course, they didn't know that such emotions were exactly what Jia Jue needed.

Zheng Yun's face flushed with anger, and he coldly shouted to Jia Jue: "Ignorance Shuzi, don't take advantage of your words, and you will find out when you fight later!"

After speaking, he walked into the Zuixianlou angrily.

Zhao Lei glanced at Jia Jue, his eyes full of disdain: "You Jia family, you can only talk about it."

"Thank you for your praise." Jia Jue bowed to Zhao Lei with a smile.

Zhao Lei frowned: "When did I praise you?"

Jia Jue showed a dazed look: "Isn't the prince praising my Jia family for their talent?"

"You!" Zhao Lei was speechless after hearing him explain his words.

Seeing this, everyone laughed again.

"I'll see if you can laugh after a while!" Zhao Lei groaned, and threw his sleeves and walked into the Zuixianlou.

Jia Zheng, who was beside him, looked at Jia Jue and suddenly asked, "Jue'er, do you really know how to match keys?"

"Guess." Jia Jue laughed and walked into the Drunk Immortal Building.

As soon as I entered the restaurant, I saw that the seats were already full. These people were dressed in splendid clothes, and at a glance they knew that they were not ordinary diners. It seemed that the news was true.

Under their attention, Jia Jue came to the third floor of the Zuixian Building, which is also the venue for Wen Dou.

It was originally a private box, but it has been demolished at this time, but it has been turned into a banquet hall.

In the center of the banquet hall is a table. On the table are two sets of tables and chairs. On the table are pen, ink, paper and inkstone, which are used by them to compete. Around this table, there are some seats. Obviously, this is the For those who come to the scene to watch.

At this time, except for the row of tables and chairs closest to the table, the rest of the seats are already full of people, and those who can sit here should be real dignitaries.

On the other hand, Zheng Yun was sitting on the stage with his eyes slightly closed, as if he was closing his eyes and resting.

"Jue'er, you can also go to the stage, remember what your father said, don't be afraid of the stage, just do your best." Jia Zheng "encouraged" Jia Jue again.

Jia Jue shook his head and chuckled, and walked to the seat on the stage to sit down.

Not long after sitting down, a loud noise suddenly sounded downstairs:
"My God, Lord Zhu, the Minister of Rites, is here too!"

"Why is that person so kind-hearted? Ah, I thought of it, that is the sacrifice of Lord Jiu Sun from the Imperial Academy!"

"Hey! Isn't that Master Liu, the master of the Hanlin Academy? Why is he here?"

At this moment, a thunderous cheer sounded, and many people shouted excitedly:
"Look! That's everyone Qingxuan! She's here too!"

"So beautiful! As expected of the number one courtesan in the world, just looking at this figure makes me fascinated!"

"If you can kiss Qingxuan and everyone Fangze, it's okay to teach me a ten-year short life."

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Amidst these noises, several figures appeared in the hall, and everyone in the audience stood up and greeted them.

Through their greetings, Jia Jue also knew their identities.

The wealthy old man was Zhu Qi, the servant of the Ministry of Rites, and a third-rank official of the imperial court.

The man beside him with white hair and beard was Sun Yi, a sacrificer from the Imperial College, who was a fourth-ranking officer.

And that tall and thin old man was Liu Zhoucheng, the master of the Hanlin Academy, a second-rank officer.

The last one was Qingxuan everyone who had the highest voice.

This is a woman with an exquisite figure. Although she is covered with a veil, she can appreciate how beautiful she is just by looking at her outline and her exposed eyes.

They passed through the crowd and came to sit in front of the table and chairs at the front of the stage.

Jia Jue and Zheng Yun stood up and saluted them together.

Zhu Qi, the servant of the Ministry of Rites, said with a smile: "The two talents don't need to be too polite. Today I am here, not for the public, but as a scholar to witness the battle between the two. If there is a dispute, it is good to discuss it. ."

They didn't just watch the competition, but the judges of this competition.

Jia Jue nodded, looked at the vacant seat beside them and asked, "Several lords, why are you vacating a seat?"

There should be five judges, but only four of them came.

But the voice fell, and suddenly a voice said: "A little bit late, please Haihan."

Jia Jue looked at the prestige, and saw a figure in a fancy dress appearing at the entrance of the hall, but it was a gentle-looking young man.

Seeing him, Zhao Lei was taken aback for a moment: "Zhao Bin? Why are you? Where's Mr. Wu, the minister of staff?"

The fifth judge he invited was Wu Qing, Minister of Staff.

Zhao Bin smiled, and Shi Shiran walked in: "Master Wu has something to delay, so he asked me to act on his behalf for a while, and I reluctantly agreed."

Seeing him, everyone around them saluted: "I have seen King Kangding."

Jia Jue's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't expect this son to be Prince Kangding.

Of course, he was not the emperor's brother, but the emperor's nephew. The old Kangding King died early, and he inherited the title.

Jia Jue, the king of Kangding, has heard others talk about it a few times. He is regarded as the biggest playboy in the capital. He eats, drinks and has fun every day.

However, although he is a dandy, his reputation is very good, because he is very good and never does dirty things, just pure jokes.

In addition, the most important thing is that the so-called peers are enemies. The Kangding palace and the Zhongshun palace have always been at odds, and there have been frequent frictions between the two palaces.

Zhao Bin responded with a smile to everyone's greetings, and then sat down in the empty seat.

"Zhao Bin, if you don't study, how can you sit here!" Zhao Lei said angrily.

Zhao Bin waved his hand nonchalantly: "Although I don't read much, I also know what poetry is good, whoever draws beautifully and who writes beautifully."

"You!" Zhao Lei was helpless. He knew that with Zhao Bin's temperament, unless he was out of the question, don't let him go. He glared at Zhao Bin and said to Zhu Qi and others:
"Several adults, everyone, Qingxuan, since everyone has gathered, let's start. The rules and topics are all up to you to discuss and decide."

Several people nodded together, they whispered a few words, and finally Zhu Qi said: "It's better to win two out of three games. As for what to compare, we will decide by drawing lots."

This is the most conventional way of competition, and everyone has no opinion.

But as soon as the words fell, Zhao Bin said: "It's boring to stick to the rules. If you change the way of playing, what they are good at will be compared to what they are good at."

Speaking, he asked Zheng Yun: "What are you good at?"

Zheng Yun straightened his chest and said proudly: "I am proficient in poetry, poetry, calligraphy, paintings and seasonal articles."

Everyone nodded when they heard the words, applauding Zheng Yun's extensive research.

Zhao Bin asked Jia Jue again: "What about you, what are you good at?"

Jia Jue smiled and said, "I'm good at: poetry, poetry, chess, calligraphy and painting, medical astrology, astronomy and geography, yin and yang and five elements, Qimen Dunjia, farmland water conservancy, business, war, art of war, firewood, rice, oil and salt."

When the words fell, everyone was stunned, including several judges and Zhao Lei and Zhao Bin.

The needle drop could be heard throughout the hall.

Jia Zhengren was stupid, he slapped his forehead: My son, being a father told you not to be frightened, but I didn't let you talk nonsense!