Red Mansion Royal Cat

Chapter 325 Competing Poetry With Brother Cong, Do You Match It?

"Send this girl to my Dragon Head Palace?"

Master Saint's shocking words nearly dropped the jaws of several people in the box.

Liu Heng was dumbfounded and didn't recover for a long time.Jia Cong hugged the pear he had bitten into, his eyes were surreptitiously looking at the old man's... so what place.

Snapped!
The Supreme Emperor slapped Jia Cong on the head, and scolded angrily: "What are you thinking? I like older ones!"

uh~
"Father, even if you are old, the imperial doctor ordered you to abstain from sexual intercourse, and my son can't live without you."

cough cough...

Although the son's words are disgusting, the old man is still very considerate.

In fact, he really doesn't have any desire for that flat little Japanese girl, but if Daxia wants to annex the Japanese country completely, it will be impossible in three to five years.

Therefore, the powerful feudal towns of the Japanese kingdom like the Satsuma clan must win over while fighting, and it is best to be able to fool Daxia's ocean-going force enough to flatten the entire Japanese kingdom.

Since Hisaji Shimadzu of the Satsuma domain wants his daughter to enter the palace as a concubine, isn't the toffee also a concubine?When Long Yu returns to heaven one day, he will be taken away directly to save trouble.

"That's it. After a few days, the Ministry of Rites will finish the work, and then send this girl to the Dragon Head Palace. Doesn't she like to dance? It just so happens that I like to watch it."

Boom, boom, boom~
"What is this? Why is it the same as the funeral?"

The dance on the high stage was not bad, it was the Japanese music that made all the guests in Xiyin Building frown.

The Supreme Emperor felt that this was slapping him in the face, if the Dragon Shougong played such music for him every day, he would have to send him away early.

Jia Cong remembered the opening ceremony of a certain underworld that he saw on TV in his previous life, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "The sage master said that this is a dance for offering sacrifices to the gods of the Wa country, and only noble women can dance. And there is a plot of worshiping ghosts in the Wa country. It's a funeral song, which is appropriate."

"Then what's that ball behind her clothes? A quilt?"

The Emperor Taishang originally wanted to boast that the kimono Shimadzu Kumi was wearing was different, but he remembered a certain rumor and couldn't help asking Jia Cong who seemed to understand it quite well.

"I heard that the first Japanese women carried bedding with them, so that they could have sex with others..."

Oh?And so on?
Emperor Liu Heng felt that his three views had been refreshed again. It was indeed a small country with few people and no shame.It seems that I must seize the time to bring the aliens into the rule of the Celestial Dynasty, and then send virtuous people to teach them well.

How can you be shameless when you are born as a human being!
Jia Cong didn't understand these things, so he explained that this was just a semi-finished product derived from Wufu and Tang suits. After Shimadzu Kumi danced the first dance, Er Sheng was not very interested in these.

Although the tune of the music was difficult to hear, the nobleman who was used to Gagaku frowned, but Shimadzu Kumi had a sweet appearance. A few days ago, he specially modified the sacrificial dance according to the preferences of the nobleman of Daxia. The dancing posture was loved by many people.

However, today's free dance is just an addition, the focus is on the written examinations of the students from the two countries.

For this reason, Shimadzu Kumi took out several lottery prizes, which are worth thousands of dollars.

One of them is said to be the authentic work of Wang Xizhi, the sage of calligraphy, which almost caused a sensation in the audience.Jia Cong turned his gaze to the emperor, only to hear him say leisurely: "It's hard to tell the truth from the fake, but it shows that the Satsuma clan attaches great importance to sending people to study."

Jia Cong replied solemnly: "Actually, if you just study Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, I think it's all right. But what I'm worried about is that their ulterior motives are not in drinking..."

"Care about the method of making firearms, and the various skills of the craftsmen of the country."

The monarch and his ministers had a tacit understanding and smiled at each other.

"Father thinks how son should deal with this matter is more appropriate?"

The Supreme Emperor is too lazy to care about such trivial matters now, he waved his hand and said: "You can deal with it as you see, fourth child, I only care about when to march north and when to march east."

……

Satsuma was very wealthy, and the Shimadzu family supported a large number of scholars, and they were all scholars with profound knowledge of Sinology.

They were active on the route between China and Satsuma, either smuggling or directly participating in the invasion of the coast of Daxia by Japanese pirates.

Of course, with the advent of the era of great voyages in Western countries, the Satsuma clan also had very close contacts with Westerners, at least more closely than the contacts between the Daxia government and Westerners.

In order for Satsuma to win this competition, Shimadzu Kumi not only set up a competition of poetry, but also competed in mathematics and martial arts.

The Ministry of Rituals was also well prepared. In order to prevent the vassal state from saying that the big bully the small, ten outstanding supervisors were directly selected from the Guozijian to face the competition of poetry and mathematics.

As for martial arts, Jia Cong saw several familiar faces in the preparation area on the right side of the platform.

The little grandson of the Duke of England, the eldest nephew of Cao Dudu, the little calf of the Duke of Zhenguo...

They are all ruthless people among the younger generation, Jia Cong felt that his blood was still boiling, and he was eager to try.

"Your Majesty, I also want to compare myself with the Japanese."

"Look at the show and don't make a fuss. The people sent by Satsuma are not simple. They are all dead soldiers of the Shimadzu family. If you go there, you will die."

The secret agents of the Dragon Guards have already found out the details of these people, and the literary competition is nothing more than the competition of martial arts, which is deadly.

Jia Cong was one of the main ministers trained by the father and son for the prince, so there must be no mistakes.

The competition started soon. Ribu came up with a question, Shimadzu Kumi came up with a question, and then one person was selected from the guests at the scene to ask another question for a total of three competitions.

Ten people from each side sent out poems to take the exam on the spot, supervised by two great Confucians from Satsuma and two great Confucians from Daxia, and the top three were selected.

In the three competitions, whichever has more people in the top three wins.Simple and rude, but also the most fair.

I don't know if the people of the Satsuma clan had been prepared for a long time, or the Central Plains had been occupied for a hundred years and the literature and Taoism had declined.

Among them was a young man named Shimadzu Jiushan who was extremely brilliant. He came first in all three competitions, overwhelming the Imperial College Supervisor with no chance of winning.

Even though the group of supervising students of Guozijian were all talented people specially selected by the Ministry of Rites, and barely had a tie with the number two or three, the Japanese believed that they had won the Celestial Dynasty.

The Guozijian Jiansheng who came to the stage felt that he had lost the face of the Celestial Dynasty, especially his face was flushed and he did not dare to look up at the people in the audience.

In addition, some of the Japanese scholars clamored that the Chinese Taoism was nothing more than that, which aroused one of the supervisors to get angry and replied.

"I can't wait for the most mediocre person among all Xia Yunyun's students. When it comes to poetry, I have a child prodigy and a cat. If I have the ability, I will compare myself with Uncle Yongfeng. Small, counted by age, the youngest of you is more than seven or eight years older than Uncle Yongfeng."

"Jia Cong, the royal cat, I've heard of it."

Shimadzu Hisayama's Chinese is very good, and his poetry is also first-rate.But just judging from the performance of ridiculing the supervisor of the Imperial College just now, this person is an extremely proud person.

He laughed provocatively, and said slowly: "Unfortunately, I am also a child prodigy in our country. I was enlightened at the age of three and recited poems at the age of five. I really want to meet the child prodigy of the Celestial Dynasty. That Lord Yumao, I just don’t know him. Do you dare to compete with me?"

Whoa!
The entire Xiyin building was in an uproar, and many people not only did not have the slightest anger, but laughed out loud.

When it comes to martial arts competitions, Jia Cong is young after all, and the youngsters who can beat him in the capital can be queued outside the city from the Great Xia Gate.

But when it comes to poetry, who dares to disagree with Jia Cong?
This Japanese man is really arrogant, not to mention Cong Sanye, even the girls in Rongguo Mansion are all outstanding at poetry.

Everyone in the capital knew that Jia Cong was good at "composing poems", but Shimadzu Jiushan had only heard of certain legends.

Based on his experience of crushing talents from all feudal lords in front of the emperor, he did not believe that he would lose to an 11-year-old boy in poetry.

When he heard the ridicule from the Daxia people in the audience, Shimadzu Jiushan became furious, and even clamored that no one in the capital could surpass him in poetry, including the uncle Yumao.

Hearing the clamor on the high platform, the Supreme Emperor chuckled and said to Jia Cong: "There are still people in the capital who are more arrogant than the old Shisan, how can this be? Go, don't let him live!"

Jia Cong curled his lips, and replied disdainfully: "Master Sage, don't worry, I'll let him know what it means to have a good friend..."

Before the words were finished, the tulle in the side room was suddenly pulled away, and Daiyu, who was dressed in azure palace attire, stood in front of the wooden fence and said coldly: "Compared with brother Cong, you are worthy? First win the county." Speak again, the Lord!"

Whoa!
"It turned out to be the Lord of Wen'an County! My God, I actually met the legendary Lord of Wen'an County!"

"Duke Lin's daughter was born so beautiful, with a peerless appearance. It's a pity that I knew it too late. Otherwise..."

"Shh, you can't say it, you can't say it, be careful not to let Yongfeng know."

"Can Lord Lin win?"

"I don't know, but County Lord Lin is from the Lin family in Gusu, so his literary talent is definitely not bad."

The light veil of the box was removed, Daiyu was not wearing a veil, her eyebrows were slightly angry, and her peerless beauty was in front of everyone. Many people felt their hearts stopped, not to mention Shimadzu Jiushan, who faced Daiyu's cold and angry words directly.

Staring blankly at Daiyu, who was leaning on the railing and slightly angry, she didn't know how to respond for a long time.It was Shimadzu Kumi who coughed lightly to remind him, and stepped forward and said in person: "It turns out that it is the county lord of Wen'an. Is the county lord planning to compete for Uncle Yongfeng? Or is it that Uncle Yongfeng is afraid of losing and dare not take up the challenge?"

"Yelang's arrogance is really suitable for you and other Japanese. You go and find out. In the whole Great Xia, who would dare to compete with Brother Cong for poetry. Besides, Brother Cong is the hereditary successor of the dynasty. Yongfeng Bo, he is Who? Also deserves to challenge Brother Cong?"

Daiyu knew better than everyone present that Jia Cong had countless shocking poems in his head, and a person who could recite Zhenguo poems in his sleep, how could the Japanese be so humiliated.

She hummed softly in her nose: "Compared? The county lord can come out to fight, it is to give you face, don't be ignorant!"

"What County Lord Lin said is that these Japanese people are really arrogant."

"It's a pity that I don't know how to write poetry, otherwise I wouldn't be able to condescend County Lord Lin."

"That's what I said, but I'm still very grateful to this Yelang, at least I can't see County Lord Lin on weekdays, hahahaha~"

"Mother, son finally understands a word!"

"Son, what words do you understand?"

"It's love at first sight..."

Snapped!
"Shut up for me, and behave like your father. On the day Miss Jia Jiamin got married, your father's bastard lost his soul..."

Shimadzu Jiushan is still obsessed with Daiyu's fairy beauty and cannot extricate himself, but Shimadzu Jiumei has already felt Daiyu's contempt for her and the Japanese.

She was secretly angry, and at the same time jealous of Daiyu.

The dignified daughter of the Shimadzu family performed a dance just now, but was not applauded by the people of Daxia. This daughter of the Lin family actually won the love and support of many people present just because she showed her face.

The more he thought about it, the more angry Shimadzu Jiumei responded with a sullen face: "Since Wen'an County Lord wants to compete, then Satsuma Fan will accompany the County Lord to try. Second brother..."

"Huh? Oh, yes!"

Shimadzu Jiushan finally returned to normal, put on a gentle and elegant appearance, and waited for Daiyu to come downstairs for a competition.

Unexpectedly, Daiyu didn't intend to go down at all, and said directly: "Let's come up with a question, the county lord likes quick battles."

Shimadzu Hisama, who was waiting for close contact, suddenly felt lost, followed by a kind of anger that was ignored.

It's a pity that it can only be incompetent and furious, because even the great Confucians who are judges think this is normal.How can you, a Japanese, be able to get close to the majestic county head of the country.

Shimadzu Kumi didn't talk nonsense this time, she took out a picture scroll, opened it and said, "Just take this picture as the title, and you can use it as a poem."

The maid unfolded the scroll, showed it to everyone, and then sent it to the box for the nobles in the box to read it, and then hung it up on the high platform.

The Supreme Emperor was still a little worried that Daiyu would lose, but Jia Cong said with a smile on his face, confidently: "Unless Shimadzu Jiushan can write shocking poems, Elder Sister Lin will win."

why?Because that painting shows a woman in palace costume, holding a small medicine hoe to bury the petals of the branches blown by the wind and rain.

If Jia Cong hadn't grown up with Daiyu, he would have suspected that this painting was painted by Daiyu herself.

Shimadzu Jiushan was still pondering over his words, but Daiyu had already started writing.

This painting is quite good, Daiyu always felt an inexplicable familiarity, as if the scene in the painting had appeared in a dream.

So familiar that she didn't have to think at all, and a poem burst out of her mind.

"When the flowers wither and the flowers fly all over the sky, who will pity when the red flowers disappear?
The gossamer is soft and fluttering in the spring, and the fluff is lightly dipped in the embroidered curtain.

The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the evening of spring, and is full of melancholy.

Hand hoe the flower out of the embroidered curtain, bear to step on the falling flower back and forth?
Willow elm pods are from Fangfei, regardless of Tao Piao and Li Fei.

If the peach and plum can be sent again next year, who will be in the boudoir next year?
......"

The poem is very long, and Daiyu felt a dull pain in her heart as she wrote it, as if the poem was about herself, making it difficult for her to understand why she felt this way.

Until a familiar aura suddenly appeared beside her, he raised his eyes before writing, and it was indeed Jia Cong who was standing beside her, smiling at her.

The heartache stopped, and Daiyu just finished writing the last sentence.

"Once the spring is over, the beauty is old, and the flower will fall and the person will die!"

"Poems are good, but Sister Lin don't write such sad poems from now on."

Jia Cong held Daiyu's hand, picked up a pen and added three words in the poem: Yinhua Yin.

"Sister Lin, what do you think of this topic?"

Daiyu shook Jia Cong's hand back, her eyebrows slightly raised, and she replied with a smile: "It's the most suitable."

……

Shimadzu Hisayama on the high platform finally had an idea. He just picked up his pen and was about to start writing, but saw a maid walking up to the high platform holding a poem manuscript.

"My servant pays homage to Zeng Daru and Luo Daru, and I have met you gentlemen. My county master has already written it, please take a look!"

Monthly ticket recommendation ticket

　I will stop here tonight and continue tomorrow, good night.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)