Jia Yujing of Red Mansion

Chapter 30
With Jia Qiong's song "Magpie Bridge Immortal", the whole poetry meeting was completely pushed to a climax and it was also coming to an end.

No one will ask now, who is the No. 1 in the poetry club?
Jia Qiong said he was second, but no one dared to say he was first, so he still wanted to lose his face.

Old man Wang ordered someone to take down the two calligraphy sheets and handed them to Jia Qiong with a smile.

He patted Jia Qiong on the shoulder and said, "With Jia Xiaozi here, I will not let the literati of the Tang and Song Dynasties excel in poetry."

Jia Qiong felt light and airy holding two rare treasures, as if she was drunk, and it felt unreal.

Is your sister something I can have?Am I dreaming?
He calmed down and saluted Old Man Wang and Prince Jia: "Thank you very much, Duke Jiechuan and Prince Jia for your generous gifts."

“Young Master Jia, there is no need to be polite, you have a peerless talent, and you are well-deserved for the title you receive today.

Xiao Wang witnessed such a grand event today and his heart was filled with excitement.

I want to write a poem to commemorate it, but my talent is sparse and my knowledge is shallow.

With Mr. Jia’s talent, he will definitely produce great works. Can you help Xiao Wang fulfill his wish? "

Prince Jia said with a smile, a typical smile hiding a knife.

Prince Gong waved his hand and said: "Hey, I am so lucky to have this song "Magpie Bridge Immortal" today, how can I be greedy?

Xiaoyou Jia, if you still have some good works, please wait for me to discuss them in the future. "

Li Shirui smiled. "Of course, I am so happy to have received so many wonderful works today.

Your Majesty, Mr. Jiechuan, Mr. Xishang, and Brother Jianbin, we will go boating on the lake, accompany our wine with poems, and sing while drinking. "

Ouyang He said with a smile: "What the guest said is very wonderful. Such a good time and beautiful scenery cannot be let down."

Jia Qiong was surprised by King Jia, and her mind was quickly thinking of suitable poems.

While several people were talking, he had quickly modified a poem to fit today's situation.

He said to everyone: "Several seniors have this intention, so let me write a poem to cheer up the drinking.

After today, before the gold list is named, the juniors must study hard and do not want to participate in any poetry gatherings again. "

Several judges were stunned for a moment, and then they all laughed: "That's it, then tell me quickly."

"Seniors, listen up:
I heard the masterpieces in the Moon Pavilion, and went back by boat to drink and sing.

When drunk, I don't know the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams, pressing down on the galaxy. "

After the Double Ninth Festival, Jia Qiong's fame soared like a rocket and was out of control.

The story of the Lanyue Pavilion Poetry Club was talked about by everyone, and all the details were unearthed.

Everyone who participated in the poetry meeting felt honored, except of course the former "King of Pretenders" Prince Jia.

The little prodigy Jia has completely become a thing of the past, Jia Qiong has unlocked a brand new title, "Little Poet Fairy".

Jia Qiong's poems are sung everywhere across the country.

However, although the increase in fame is a good thing for him, it also has some negative effects.

For example, in Osmanthus Alley now, there are often some fanatical fans squatting here.

As soon as he saw Jia Qiong, he rushed towards her like crazy to ask for an autograph (begging for words), so much so that he didn't even dare to go out by himself.

Another day, there was a thief at home. Someone climbed over the wall and entered the study in the middle of the night.

Fortunately, his cousin discovered him and caught the man and beat him up.

It turned out that he was actually an ardent fan of Jia Qiong. He left the "Quick Snow and Clear Tie" and "Huzhou Tie" aside untouched, and only stole a few of Jia Qiong's manuscripts.

As a result, Jia Qiong's family was too embarrassed to report to the police, so they educated the man and released him.

However, this incident scared Shen Biyun quite a bit. You must know that those two posts are priceless treasures, and there are more than 1 taels of silver notes in her house.

The wealth was kept secret. Except for the initial 2 taels, Jia Qiong kept all the rest in the Wang family.

He agreed to wait until he needed it before he picked it up. Otherwise, bringing in boxes and boxes of money would be too eye-catching, and he was really afraid of being noticed by others.

So in order to ensure safety, Shen Biyun specially ordered a strong iron and wood box and locked up the two posts and the banknotes.

In addition, she went to the market to buy two little boys, and also went to the flower and bird market to buy two puppies, saying that they would be good at caring for the home when they were raised.

Everything is too much, and Jia Qiong feels that she is too famous now, and it is not a good thing to be in the limelight again.

Instead, we should keep a low profile and settle down.

Therefore, since the Lan Yueting Poetry Club, Jia Qiong has begun to live in seclusion and strive to stay out of everyone's sight.

I only do three things every day, practice martial arts, read, and code.Time flies by, and autumn turns to winter in a blink of an eye, and it is already the coldest month of winter.

The enthusiasm of the poetry festival finally gradually dissipated, and people began to focus on the upcoming New Year and next year's Spring Festival Competition.

This morning, Jia Qiong was woken up by her biological clock on time, got up, got dressed, and prepared to go to the yard to exercise.

When I opened the door, I found snowflakes falling in the sky.

However, as the old saying goes, practice in winter and practice in summer. This little bit of snow can’t make Jia Qiong give up training.

When he came to the front yard, he saw his cousin already standing there.

"Qiu Sheng, it's snowing. Put on that hat so you don't get cold."

"Understood, cousin."

Tianyuan Street, in front of Wenhuazhai.

Just like every fifth day of the month, the place was already crowded with people queuing up to buy books, and the light snow did not affect the enthusiasm of everyone at all.

The notice at the door of Wenhuazhai reads "The last volume of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is on sale today."

"Hey, Brother Hu came so early today."

"Brother Huang is here again to grab books for the young master of the Qin family. It's really hard work."

"It's not hard, my young master will tell us about it after reading it. I also want to know the story behind it as soon as possible.

"Hey, the last volume of Condor Shooting has been published. I wonder if Xiao Shixian will publish another book."

"Yes, there are so many martial arts novels written now, but why is there none as good as The Condor Shooting?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense? Xiao Shixian is a god descending to earth. Is that something ordinary people can compare to?"

"Boss, there are too many people today. Let's squeeze in front, otherwise we won't be able to buy anything."

"You heard that your grandma's book went into the dog's belly. Do you know what chivalry means?

Wait in line here for me. I'll have a bite to eat first and I'll replace you later. "

All kinds of people crowded together and lined up harmoniously, including scholars, servants, vulgar martial artists, storytellers, gang members, and even eunuchs.

This was an absolutely impossible scene before, but now it is the norm in front of Wenhua Zhai.

At the Weishui Pier in the south of Chang'an City, a passenger ship slowly docked. A captain respectfully sent an old man in civilian clothes off the ship and helped him carry his luggage.

"Mr. Shen, I hired an ox cart for you. Just tell the cart where you want to go."

"Excuse me, Brother Liu."

"As you said, my Sanyazi is studying at my husband's place.

Not to mention not charging a penny, I can still take home more than ten taels of silver every year.

Our whole family will remember your kindness. "

"Haha, those are the rules of the academy, not those given by me, old man."

"Same, same."

"Brother Liu, when is the next sailing time?"

"Our boat will go back in three days, and we won't be back for another six months. You see, the river is covered with ice, and it will be frozen in a few days."

"Okay, I understand, then we'll meet again by fate."

The old man got on the bullock cart. The roof of the cart was built with bamboo mats, and the bed was covered with tattered quilts. It was quite comfortable to sit on it.

As soon as the handlebar patted the cow's butt, the old buffalo slowly walked towards the city.

"Old sir, where are you going?"

"Ningrong Street, Osmanthus Alley."

"Hey, isn't that where Xiao Shixian lives? Old sir, what are you doing there?"

"I'm going to see my daughter."

"Your daughter is so lucky. She lives in the same alley with Xiao Shixian."

"Yeah, maybe I accumulated good deeds in my previous life."

(End of this chapter)