Turning the tide in the Red Chamber

Chapter 115 [115] Jia Chen's talent spreads far and wide

At this moment, Zhang Yang's heart was full of pride.

As his name suggests, he was domineering and domineering. He was naturally annoyed when Jia Chen made him lose face just now, but now he finally got back the game.He regained all the face he lost just now, and even took the opportunity to step on Jia Chen's head.

He pretended to give Jia Chen his poems out of good intentions. If Jia Chen used his poems, then Jia Chen would fall into his trap and be ridiculed by everyone.

However, Lu Xiangsheng gave Zhang Yang a hard look.

This guy is so arrogant that he dares to make things difficult for the imperial envoy.

Don't say he is the prince's brother-in-law.

Even if the prince came by himself, he would not dare to show any disrespect to the imperial envoy.

The imperial envoys are entrusted with the emperor's orders, with Fang Fang's sword hanging from their waists, and the heavenly constitution in their mouths, as if His Majesty is here in person.

But Lu Xiangsheng couldn't expose Jia Chen's status as an imperial envoy in the brothel, so as not to damage Tianwei, and he couldn't defeat Zhang Yang with poetry. After all, he was a warrior, and he couldn't compose poetry in such a short time.

Jia Chen seemed to have seen through what he was thinking, and asked with a smile: "Lord Lu, would you like to write for me?"

Hearing this, Lu Xiangsheng quickly brought a pen and paper, and said with a smile:

"Master Jia, please tell me."

Jia Chen unhurriedly picked up the glass of wine on the table, raised his head and drank it down, and said loudly:

"The rivers and mountains in the present and ancient times have no fixed evidence. Amidst the sound of drawing horns, the herding horses come and go frequently."

As soon as this sentence came out, there was an uproar in the hall.

This sentence alone made everyone stand there dumbstruck as if struck by lightning.

Lu Xiangsheng, who was holding a brush, even forgot to write. Even if he is not good at poetry, he can feel the shock and power of this poem.

Under the amazed eyes of everyone, Jia Chen slowly put down his wine glass, picked up a jug, raised his head and poured a big gulp into his mouth, and continued to chant:

"Who can say anything about the desolation? The west wind blows the old Dan maple tree."

As soon as these words were uttered, everyone's faces turned red and they were very excited.

Although Jia Chen hadn't finished reading all the sentences, everyone already had a premonition that he was about to witness a poem that has been passed down through the ages.

In this era, literati still have a very high status. Although poetry is a small way, if it can make a masterpiece through the ages, it is another matter, it is enough to enjoy a good reputation in the literary world and the whole country.

Under the dull and eager eyes of everyone, Jia Chen took another big gulp of wine, walked slowly towards the door, looked up at the afterglow of the setting sun, and recited:
"There have always been countless grievances? Iron horses and golden arms, green tombs and dusk roads."

The third sentence was like a thunderbolt from the clear sky, which made everyone jump with fear and surprise.

Hearing this sentence, Zhang Yang trembled slightly, and a strong panic rose in his complacent heart just now.

Oops!

This is completely different from what was expected.

Zhang Yang had a vague premonition that he might become Jia Chen's stepping stone, leaving his name through the ages.

If someone talks about Jia Chen's poem in the future, they will laugh at his overreaching.

Under Zhang Yang's terrified and remorseful eyes, Jia Chen walked to the door, drank the wine in the jug, and recited the last line of poetry lightly:
"How deep is the unrequited love? The sunset shines in the mountains and the rain in autumn."

After the last word was recited, the lingering sound lingered, and the audience was silent.

This poem is a famous poem through the ages, and its author is Nalan Xingde.

Nalan Ci is the big killer that he has thought of for a long time.

This kind of top poetry, no matter which era it is placed in, is a peerless masterpiece.

Only Jia Chen successfully passed the three tests.

Under everyone's envious and jealous eyes, the little maid invited Jia Chen to meet Liu Rushi upstairs.

Jia Chen's eyes lit up, this Liu Rushi is indeed a beautiful woman.

She has curved willow eyebrows, a pair of seductive eyes that seem to be a smile but not a smile, a small bridge of nose, moist and shiny vermilion lips, a slender figure, a charming look at the smoke, and a magical look.

Jia Chen only took one look, then left under Liu Rushi's surprised gaze.

It's not because Liu Rushi is not good-looking, but because Jia Chen only loves Lin Daiyu and has no intention of in-depth communication with Liu Rushi.

Seeing Jia Chen coming out so quickly, Lu Xiangsheng thought he was weak, so he secretly thought about going back to get some high-quality tonic and give it to Jia Chen.

How did Jia Chen know that Lu Xiangsheng, a bastard, would have such thoughts?
This time in the red sleeve move, Zhang Yang was humiliated by Jia Chen, and he was depressed.

Coincidentally, a young friend of his named Cao Bianjiao came to him for a drink.

This Cao Bianjiao is the nephew of the famous general Cao Wenzhao. He has little courage and extraordinary martial arts.

Zhang Yang urged Cao Bianjiao to compete with Jia Chen.

As soon as Cao Bianjiao heard that Jia Chen lifted the millstone with one hand, it was as powerful as an ox, and immediately aroused his competitive spirit.

Zhang Yang sent someone to hand over a letter of war to Lu Xiangsheng, asking him to pass it on to Jia Chen.

Lu Xiangsheng didn't dare to hide from Jia Chen, so he handed over the gauntlet to him.

Jia Chen gladly accepted the challenge.

When the appointed day came, Lu Xiangsheng was in charge of hosting the competition.

Jia Chen came to the martial arts arena behind the Yamen of the prefect of Luoyang.

Zhang Yang and Cao Bianjiao also came.

Jia Chen saw the strong young man next to Zhang Yang, looking like a tiger, so he knew that this man had extraordinary martial arts skills.

Lu Xiangsheng was afraid that Jia Chen would be injured, so he suggested a horse race.

Jia Chen agreed casually.

Cao Bianjiao also agreed.

Lu Xiangsheng stepped onto the martial stage and said to Jia Chen and Cao Bianjiao:

"Since the two parties have reached an agreement, let's start the competition now. I have something to say first, this is a fair competition, and it will stop when it is done, and no one can be hurt."

Hearing this, Cao Bianjiao sneered in his heart, but he still agreed on his face.

Jia Chen didn't show any fear, and smiled lightly.He nodded slightly, expressing his understanding.

Lu Xiangsheng asked people to prepare the track on the school field. There were various obstacles on the track, and a flag was planted at the finish line. The first to capture the flag wins.

Some soldiers around the track were practicing. Driven by curiosity, they gathered around the track to watch the excitement.

When Jia Chen and Cao Bianjiao came to the starting point, a groom immediately brought their horses.

However, this groom has been bought by Zhang Yang.

The horse that the groom gave Cao Bianjiao was black all over, with smooth and shiny hair, and a tall and handsome figure. It looked like a top-quality horse at first glance, and it was most likely also a bloody horse.

Everyone looked at Jia Chen's horse, but thought it was a little funny.

This horse is short and small, and there are some miscellaneous hairs on its body. It is a bad horse with dozens of taels!
When Lu Xiangsheng saw this situation, he was furious and scolded: "You bastard! You bastard!"

He didn't expect Zhang Yang to use such a despicable method.

Zhang Yang wanted to see Lu Xiangsheng and Jia Chen suffer, so he couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Pfft! Hahaha!"

Some of the onlookers also laughed and criticized.

Cao Bianjiao didn't know that it was Zhang Yang's trick, so he said with a smile:

"Jia Chen, if you don't have a good horse, I'll give you one!"

At this time, Zhang Yang's heart is not to mention how happy it is, this time it is really stable, what he gave to Cao Bianjiao was a bloody BMW, and what he gave to Jia Chen was just a bad horse, even if he grew two legs, he would still run don't win.

(End of this chapter)