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

In the silence at the scene, Qingxuan looked at what Jia Jue wrote and slowly said:

"Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, Peach Blossom Fairy in Taohua An. Peach Blossom Fairy planted peach trees and picked peach blossoms in exchange for wine money.

When you wake up, you only sit in front of the flowers, and when you get drunk, you come to sleep under the flowers.Half-awake and half-drunk day after day, flowers bloom year after year.

Others laugh at me too crazy, I laugh at others can't see through.There is no tomb of heroes in the five tombs, no flowers and no wine and hoes to make fields. "

When Qing Xuan's sweet voice fell, everyone was stunned. No one thought that Jia Jue would write such a poem.

After Qing Xuan finished reading, she was also stunned, with a strange look in her eyes, and murmured;
"People laugh at me too crazy, I can't see through laughing at others."

She could clearly feel Jia Jue's unrestrained and arrogant conduct in her heart. This is a peerless genius with lofty aspirations.

"Good! Good poem!" Zhu Qi returned to his senses and praised with joy, "Although the poem is full of flamboyant words such as flowers, peach, wine, drunk, etc., there is no vulgarity, the picture is beautiful and elegant, and the style is elegant and handsome. , the melody is back to the wind and the snow, the meaning is mellow and far-reaching, and the imagery is vivid, it is really a rare masterpiece."

His words made everyone come back to their senses, and Sun Yi sighed: "This poem has clear layers, shallow language, and euphemism, almost vernacular-like self-talk, but it contains infinite charm, giving people continuous enjoyment and strong recognition. "

Liu Zhoucheng also praised: "Sir Sun's words are very true, as they say: the sound of peace is weak, but the sound of sadness is wonderful; the words of joy are difficult to work, but the words of poverty are easy to say. Jia Gongzi's poem is in line with this principle, It is truly a masterpiece, enough to be passed down through the ages.”

"Hahahaha! Brother Jia, good poetry, good poetry! I wish I was old and dead, and I wouldn't want to bow in front of the car. Others laugh at me too crazy, I laugh at others and can't see through it, this is what goes to my heart. Now, if it weren't for Wen Dou today, I would definitely have a hard drink with you!" Zhao Bin was beaming, obviously agreeing with Jia Jue's poem and the ideas in it.

Jia Zheng watched Jia Jue make such a wonderful poem and was praised by everyone, and his face flushed with excitement.

He became more and more certain that Jia Jue was the hope for the revival of the Jia Mansion.

Amid the praises of the crowd, Zhao Lei and Zheng Yun's faces were completely black.

Especially Zheng Yun, he clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth, and looked at Jia Jue with unwillingness and jealousy in his eyes.

At this time, he heard Zhu Qi say: "In this first round of competition, after our unanimous judgment, the winner is Jia Jue!"

Hearing this, his head dropped lower, his fists clenched tighter, and his whole body was shaking slightly.

He was frustrated, he was angry.

He was the number one talent in Northern Zhili, the champion appointed by the emperor, but he was defeated by the little-known concubine Jia Jue in the field he was best at!

This made him embarrassed, angry, and extremely uncomfortable.

But he didn't have any reason to deny all this. Compared with words, other people's writing was much better than him.Compared with attainments, everyone can achieve the peak of the legend.Compared with the content, the poems written by others are also handed down from time to time. What does he compare with Jia Jue?
Therefore, no matter how sad he was in his heart, he couldn't show it.

Not only was he unable to perform, he even wore a kind smile and congratulated Jia Jue generously on his victory.

Because he is the champion, he must have tolerance.

But for him, the only good news is: Jia Jue used the best poems in the calligraphy competition, so Jia Jue's threat will be greatly reduced during the poetry competition. When the time comes, he can win the next game with a [-]% chance.

After a commotion, Wen Dou's first game came to an end, and this made the audience even more looking forward to it. Jia Jue actually won Zheng Yun in the title chosen by Zheng Yun, which made them very curious. What will happen, will Zheng Yun go all out to defeat Jia Jue completely, and be ashamed?
The content of the second round of competition was in Sun Yi's hands, and he showed everyone the note he had drawn: Qin.

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at the same time.

Rongguo Mansion, Jia Mu Xiaoyuan.

The girls sat together, as usual, talking about their own topics, but what was different from usual was:
Their eyes were a little erratic, and they swept to the door frequently. Obviously, their mind was not on small talk.

After a while, the youngest Xichun couldn't help but ask Tan Chun next to him, "Has the third brother's fight ever started? Why hasn't the little servant come back to report?"

Her words made the voice in the hall drop. Mother Jia looked at the sky and said with a little melancholy, "It's time to start."

While they were talking, an old woman walked in with a servant girl, all the girls' eyes lit up when they saw this, and Wang Xifeng immediately asked:
"Did Wendou ever start? How about Brother Jue? Let's start from the beginning."

The little servant immediately recounted Jia Jue's whereabouts and events since he left the house in detail.

It was fine at first, but when he said that he met Zhao Lei and Zheng Yun at the entrance of Zuixianlou, and Zheng Yun insulted Jia Jue, all the girls showed their righteous indignation.

"I just hope he doesn't get upset because of this." Wang Xifeng frowned and said a little worriedly.

All the girls nodded in unison with a worried look. The other party's actions would most likely affect Jia Jue's state of mind. Originally, the odds of winning were not high.

But what they didn't expect was that what the little servant said next made them laugh uncontrollably:
"Giggle, Brother Jue actually said that he was the one with the key, he can't figure it out."

"Hee hee, does he deserve it? Of course he doesn't!"

"The third brother is good or bad, but why do I sound so comfortable?"

……

Seeing this, Mrs. Xing sneered: "What kind of skill is it only to show the advantage of words? If you have the skill, let's talk about Zheng Yun."

These words made the smiles on the faces of the girls a little less, and they continued to listen to the little servant about what happened.

"Then King Kangding actually asked the third master and Zheng Yun to say what they were best at, and then compete with the best." The servant said.

"What did they say?" the girls quickly asked.

"Zheng Yun said he was proficient in poetry, words, calligraphy, paintings and seasonal articles."

Qin Keqing sighed: "Zheng Yun is known as the number one talent in Northern Zhili, he is excellent in both poetry and literature, and he has won the champion. These are indeed what he is best at. If you compare them with him, it will be extremely difficult for Uncle Jue to win. of."

"How did Brother Jue answer?" Wang Xifeng asked again.

"The third master said..." The little servant suddenly shrank his head.

"say what?"

"He said he was good at: poetry, poetry, chess, calligraphy and painting, medical astrology, astronomy and geography, yin and yang and five elements, Qimen Dunjia, farmland and water conservancy, business, war and art of war, firewood, rice, oil and salt."

The girls were stunned for a moment, then they covered their mouths and laughed lightly. Obviously, they also took Jia Jue's words as a joke.

But Mrs. Wang and Mrs. Xing sneered at the same time, and Mrs. Xing said:

"It's really a bunch of nonsense. How can someone who is just talking nonsense win? If he can win, my name will be written upside down."