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

In the dull eyes of everyone, Jia Jue continued to chant:
"It is fun to cook sheep and slaughter cows, and the meeting has to drink three hundred cups. Master Cen, Danqiu Sheng, will drink wine, and the cups should not be stopped.

A song with Junge, please listen to me.

Bells, drums, and jade are not expensive, I hope I won’t wake up after being drunk.In ancient times, sages and sages were lonely, and only the drinker kept his name.

In the old days, Wang Chen had a feast of peace and joy, and he was happily fighting for wine.What is the owner's word for less money, you have to sell to the king.

Five-flowered horses, Qianjin Qiu, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell the eternal sorrow with you. "

Jia Jue's voice fell, and the audience was dead silent. Everyone's eyes widened and they looked at him for a moment.

At this moment, whether they are scholars or not, whether they are talented or not, they are all stunned, and everyone's faces are full of shock.

Even Zheng Yun and Zhao Lei, who were malicious towards Jia Jue, looked at him with shocked eyes. At this moment, their thinking was stagnant, and even their breathing almost stopped.

After an unknown amount of time, a voice suddenly shouted: "Good! Good! Good! Good poetry, good poetry!"

It was none other than Jia Zheng who spoke out. At this time, his eyes were wide open, his face was flushed, his expression was ecstatic and excited, and even his lips were trembling slightly.

He is a literati, and he likes to recite poems and write poems, otherwise, he would not have raised so many Qingke Xianggong in the mansion.

At this time, when he heard such a poem, he couldn't hold back, and cheered on the spot.

And his voice also awakened everyone in the field, and for a while, applause and cheers sounded like thunder:
"This poem is so good! I can't help myself when I hear it!"

"I'm afraid this poem is the pinnacle of drinking poetry since ancient times. The future generations are terrifying, and the later generations are terrifying!"

"Good poetry! This is really good poetry! After listening to this poem, I don't think what I've heard before can't even be considered a poem!"

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boom!
In the thunderous applause, Zhao Bin smashed the table, stood up, and shouted at Jia Jue with a blushing face:

"Brother Jia, I, Zhao Bin, recognize you as a brother!"

He was originally a wild and unruly character. At this time, he heard such wild and unruly poems, and he still wrote wine, how could he bear it?If it weren't for the wrong occasion, he would have wished to bow down to Jia Jue immediately.

With a flushed face, Zhu Qi gasped, and said loudly: "This poem is rich in five tones, and the atmosphere is extraordinary. It is full of ink, full of grief and anger, and wild, and the language is extremely arrogant and calm, with a momentum that shakes ancient and modern times. And power! This is a work handed down, a work handed down!"

Sun Yi also stood up, raised his voice and said: "This poem has a lot of ups and downs, the poetry is suddenly up and down, from sadness to joy, to wildness, to anger, to wildness, and finally to 'eternal sorrow', in response The beginning of the poem is as imposing as a rushing river, with twists and turns, vertical and horizontal, vertical and horizontal, and the atmosphere of being able to carry the cauldron! This poem is a famous poem through the ages! It will be famous in the history!"

Liu Zhoucheng also praised with a blushing face: "This poem has the concept of writing a song, and it has the magic of "absolutely remove the path of the brush and ink". The whole chapter is dominated by seven characters, and broken down by three to fifty sentences, which is extremely intricate and intricate; the verses are mainly scattered, and are highlighted with short antitheses. This poem is unprecedented! The pinnacle of ancient poetry!"

Liu Tian was equally excited: "Although our family is not a literati, we can understand this poem. The whole poem is full of emotion. No matter whether it is joy, sorrow or joy, the rushing and bursting are like rivers flowing, unstoppable, and the ups and downs are violent. Teach people to be amazed!"

Qingxuan looked straight at Jia Jue, her eyes flashing with fiery expression, because of her identity, she has met countless talented people, met many scholars, and read countless masterpieces, but none of them can. Comparable to this one.

From this poem, she felt Jia Jue's arrogance and contempt for the powerful, and also felt his pride and unrestrained feelings, and even more felt his anger at his underappreciated talents and his own situation.

She admired his talent and character, his arrogance and arrogance, and his situation and situation made her feel distressed.

She suddenly felt that she and Jia Jue were the same kind of people.

Under such a feeling, she has a kind of closeness and identification with Jia Jue.

Perhaps, this is the person she has been searching for for so many years.

At this time, the little eunuch standing behind Liu Tian also looked at Jia Jue with shocking eyes. She never knew that poetry could have such a shocking power, and his talent made her feel ashamed and admired.

In the past, she always boasted that she was not inferior to men, and that what a man can do, she can do it, so she studied, she practiced martial arts, she even studied the art of war, and practiced the army, in order to prove this point.

But now, when she faced Jia Jue's poem, she knew that she was wrong. She couldn't compare to Jia Jue. Even if she was poor in her life, she couldn't write such a level of poetry.

At the same time, she is extremely curious about Jia Jue. It is said that he is a prostitute, and has been disliked by his elders since he was a child. He even has to be deducted by the subordinates, and the cost of food and clothing is even lower than that of the subordinates. In such a situation How did he have such a grace and talent?

She decided in her heart that she could have more contact with him in the future.

If others are fond of and shocked by Jia Jue's poems, Zheng Yun and Zhao Lei are disgusted and horrified.

They all thought they had won, as long as Jia Jue's poems weren't overwhelming.

But now, something they didn't expect has appeared, Jia Jue's poetry has really achieved an overwhelming advantage, even people with little knowledge can tell who is good and who is bad.

This also means that even if He Qingfeng has no conscience, it is useless to help them in the face of public anger.

Because this poem is destined to go out, when the time comes, everyone in the world will nail them to the pillar of shame, and even their younger generation will not be spared.

In other words, they lost!

Zheng Yun's face was completely ashen, and he was even a little unsteady.

The number one talent of the dignified Northern Zhili, and the champion appointed by the emperor, was defeated by Jia Jue for three consecutive games with such a huge advantage under such public watch.

Don't think about it, his future is over and his career is ruined.Originally, he was willing to stand up for the Zhongshun Palace, just wanting to take a shortcut and enter the official career faster and better, but who would have thought that he had encountered a monster like Jia Jue and lost three games in a row.

Sorry for the first time!
Zhao Lei's expression didn't get much better. King Zhongshun's account of his affairs was messed up, and the reputation of Zhongshun's palace was ruined in his hands. How would he face King Zhongshun?What's even more frightening is that he still has a brother. He who made such a big mistake is very likely to lose his position as the heir.

It's over, it's over.