Jia Yujing of Red Mansion

Chapter 29 Watch me perform
The boy was frightened by everyone's gaze and quickly lowered his head and said, "This is the autumn thought of Mr. Jia Qiong."

This time Wang Mu reacted fastest. He took the paper from the boy's hand first.

When I opened it and took a look, I couldn't help laughing.

"Hahaha, what a good poem, what a poem!
When you read this wonderful sentence, you will have a clear understanding. When someone comes, let's serve the wine. "

Prince Gong said: "Hey Lord Jiechuan, how can you eat alone? Come and wait with me to see."

"Don't be anxious, I'll read it with you.

Since ancient times, Fengqiu has been sad and lonely.

In the clear sky, when cranes line up on the clouds, the poetry will be drawn to the blue sky. "

Despite the excitement of everyone in the pavilion, Jia Qiong successfully passed the three levels and walked off the bridge.

He waved to the group of painted boats parked not far from the bridge, and then casually found an empty seat to sit down.

At this moment, the Wang family's boat was parked there. The boys and girls were already very excited. Wang Yi was shouting at him excitedly.

"Brother Qiong, well done!"

"Get first, get first!"

……

Because all the seats are surrounding the Moon Pavilion, the words of the judges in the pavilion can be heard clearly by the people around them.

The first of Jia Qiong's three poems is extraordinary, especially the last two, which are masterpieces that will last forever.

With such talent, even though Jia Qiong is still a child, no one dares to look down upon him.

Soon after Jia Qiong sat down, some young students came up to chat with Jia Qiong and get to know each other.

What's more, some of the guests invited by the judges came up and directly asked their birth date, which made Jia Qiong's head grow bigger.

Fortunately, all the [-] seats were quickly filled, and then servants brought stacks of side dishes and a pot of fruit wine to each table, and the banquet began.

Several judges stood up and delivered speeches one after another, commenting on good sentences.

There is no doubt that the most talked about poems are Jia Qiong’s poems.

The Golden Crow sets in the west, and the Moon Rabbit rises in the east. Unknowingly, it is night, and the final drama will be staged.

Qujiang Pond reflects the stars in the sky, and boats are dotted on it, just like boats sailing in the sky.

The lights inside and outside Lanyue Pavilion are even more brilliant, as bright as day.

Wang Mu asked people to hang up two copybooks, "Quick Snow and Shiqing Calligraphy" and "Huzhou Calligraphy."

"Everyone, there is a saying circulating among our scholars in Dachu.

The poetry must be from the prosperous Tang Dynasty, the lyrics must be from the Northern Song Dynasty, and the literature must be from the Qin and Han Dynasties.

I often wonder why there were so many poets and articles in ancient times.

Like the sky full of stars, shining through the ages.

However, there are only a few of our great and powerful people here. Is it true that no one can compete with the ancients?

Today, I would like to use these two rare treasures to boost my literary spirit.

Today’s poetry meeting is not limited to subject matter or genre.

Please all of you, please show your talents to highlight the name of our dynasty. "

What Old Man Wang said made everyone excited, and it was a perfect performance.

Jia Qiong gave him 666 likes in her heart.

Many talented people seemed to be stimulated and inspired.

For a time, good lines appeared frequently, good poems continued, and it felt like a hundred flowers blooming, and applause came one after another.

Among them, there are many excellent works that can directly catch up with the Tang and Song Dynasties, which shocked the original author, Old Man Wang.

He thought to himself: "Fortunately, I have the song "Magpie Bridge Immortal" as a background, otherwise Jia Qiong might not be able to win."

After a while, the poems one after another finally stopped, and no one stood up again for a while.

Seeing that the time had come, Old Wang looked over to Jia Qiong and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Boy, it's your turn."

Jia Qiong understood and nodded slightly.

"Copy that, watch my performance." He didn't want to come up with any other famous works. He didn't have a few songs in stock such as the immortal masterpiece Magpie Bridge, so he had to save some.

Jia Qiong stood up and walked to the Moon Pavilion.

This move immediately made him the focus of the audience.

He saluted Prince Jia and said: "The boy went to Qingyun Temple to escape the summer heat last month, so he missed several invitations to the Chinese Valentine's Day Poetry Festival.

I only found out a few days ago that there was a post from His Royal Highness King Jia. It was really rude not to reply. "

King Jia did not expect that Jia Qiong would mention this issue in public, and waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you don't know.

Xiao Wang will invite Mr. Jia again in the future. "

Upon hearing this, everyone felt that the two men were about to settle their differences, but they did not expect that Jia Qiong flatly refused.

"Please don't be offended, King Jia. If you invite me again in the future, I won't go."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall was shocked. King Jia was stunned for a moment and did not even react.

But I heard Jia Qiong continue: "I am still young and want to focus on my studies. I actually don't want to participate in these poetry and literary gatherings.

This time I came because I was invited by my elders, and secondly because I was coveting treasures such as "Quick Snow and Clear Tie".

Jia Qiong will definitely be happy to go to any poetry meeting in the future where such treasures are the prize. "

King Jia's face trembled when he heard this, and he thought, "You have such a strong tone. I would be crazy to take out this kind of treasure as a lottery gift again. When I took out the Huzhou Tie, he was already carving out the flesh in his heart."

Jia Qiong ignored King Jia's inner monologue and continued: "Although I didn't go to the Chinese Valentine's Day poetry meeting, I still won a Chinese Valentine's Day poem when I was at Qingyun Temple.

I just took it out today and asked the prince and everyone to reward it.

Xianyun is clever, Feixing spreads hatred, and Yinhan looms dark. When Jinfeng Yulu met, it won over countless people on earth.

The tenderness is like water, the good season is like a dream, and I can bear to look at the way back from Queqiao.If the two loves last for a long time, how can they be in the morning and evening. "

After Jia Qiong finished reciting a poem, he raised his head and looked up at the night sky at a 45-degree angle, pretending that he was chasing King Jia who was coming in a small boat.

The audience fell into a long silence, and no one commented.

Because this poem does not need anyone's evaluation, there is only one thought echoing in everyone's mind.

The swan song of all ages!

It wasn't until Jia Qiong's neck was sore and she couldn't hold on any longer that a cheer finally broke the deadlock.

Then the cheers from the whole hall were like spring thunder exploding, instantly igniting the entire Qujiang Pond.

Jia Qiong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, quickly adjusted back to his normal state, and greeted him from all sides, only to find that no one paid attention to him at all.

Everyone was excitedly discussing the song "Magpie Bridge Immortal" with the people around them.

There is only one exception, and that is his only opponent in the showmanship world - Prince Jia.

King Jia felt that he had been stabbed hard by Jia Qiong. What was even more annoying was that he had no way to fight back.

He could already imagine that hundreds of years later, when people talked about this poem, they would also talk about a certain prince with a small belly.

If looks could kill, Jia Qiong would probably be a sieve by now.

Unfortunately, he couldn't, Prince Jia could only be helpless and furious.

Jia Qiong knew from the look in his eyes that this man was hopeless, his thoughts were so extreme and he had no sense.

How could such a person be the king of a country? Jia Qiong had already given him a big cross in his heart.

At this point, we have to talk about the sons of Emperor Longqing.

Excluding those who died in infancy, Emperor Longqing had a total of eight sons alive. Among them, only the fourth and ninth sons were born to the queen.

The eldest prince who was his legitimate son died in infancy, and Emperor Longqing has not established a prince yet.

Among his sons, the second eldest, King Duan, the third, King Jia, the fourth, King Yong, and the old, King Liuzhuang, were all secretly vying for the throne.

This Prince Jia was considered one of Emperor Longqing's favorite princes.

He just wanted to improve his reputation among scholars by making friends with young talents, so as to gain the support of scholars.

These were all told to him by Old Man Wang, so that he could have an understanding of the current form of seizing the heir.

In the past, Jia Qiong did not want to get involved in the disputes between these princes, but now if he has a chance, he must kill Prince Jia.

(End of this chapter)