Jia Yujing of Red Mansion

Chapter 78 The Invincible Hand in the World

No one expected that such a dramatic scene would occur at the last moment of Wenhui.

Everyone's emotions were aroused, and they were just waiting to watch the show.

Jia Qiong stretched out his hand and said, "Chief Zhao, please turn over the question."

Zhao Yongchang raised his finger and pointed at the two wooden cards that had been turned over and said: "I will choose these two."

Jia Qiong didn't expect that he could do this. He was stunned for a moment when someone in the audience started to spray.

"shameless!"

"How can you choose a brand that has already been turned over? It's so shameless!"

"No, turn it over again, turn it over again!"

……

Zhao Yongchang's face was also unusually thick. He ignored the shouts from the audience and said to Jia Qiong without blushing or heartbeat: "When I made the bet before, I didn't say that I couldn't choose the brand that had already been turned over. Isn’t this a foul?”

Jia Qiong laughed, looked at the two brands he pointed at, and said, "Of course it's not a foul. Zhao Shan's choice is really wonderful. I admire you so much."

Zhao Yongchang had an idea just now. When he saw the two opened signs, he suddenly thought of such a good way to take advantage of the loophole.

He just happened to compose a good poem not long ago, which matched those two words, and it is not easy to combine these two words to make a good poem.

The standard of his poem is definitely not low, and of course it cannot compare with famous poems like Linjiang Xian.

But he didn't believe that Jia Qiong could still write poetry at a high level, so in his opinion, he had won this round.

What are the two words Zhao Yongchang chose, tide and dressing table.

When Jia Qiong saw these two words, a poem immediately popped into his mind.

He thought to himself: "This old man is really doing his own thing."

Zhao Yongchang naturally didn't know what Jia Qiong was thinking. He thought he was sure of victory.

So he pretended to say: "I was just composing a poem recently.

When I saw these two wooden plaques just now, I suddenly had an idea. This word became, you say, coincidence or not. "

Jia Qiong held back her laughter and said, “Really, that’s such a coincidence.

The junior happened to be composing a poem these days, but I always felt it was not perfect enough.

Seeing these two words, a sudden inspiration came to me, and the poem was finally completed.

Today is a good time to compete with the words of my seniors. "

When Zhao Yongchang heard this, his heart skipped a beat, but he still managed to calm down and said, "In that case, please write it down."

"Okay, then I'll show my shame first."

After speaking, Jia Qiong picked up the pen and was about to write when she remembered something.

He turned to the host on the side and said: "Sir, please help me get a jug of good wine and put five screens in a row."

Although the host didn't understand what he was going to do, he immediately agreed: "Okay, please wait a moment."

Jia Qiong cupped his hands and said, "Thank you very much."

Zhao Yongchang asked uneasily: "What tricks are you trying to pull? Are you trying to delay time?"

Jia Qiong pouted and said, "You'll understand in a moment."

After a while, the wine and the screen were delivered. The screen was for writing poems, and the wine was naturally for showing off.

Jia Qiong took the wine pot and was halfway done with it.

Shouting about the good wine, I picked up my pen and wrote down the five cursive characters of "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" with flying dragons and phoenixes.

The tide of the Chunjiang River connects to the sea, and the moon and the sea coexist.

Yanyan followed the waves for thousands of miles, where is the spring river without moonlight.

As soon as the first four sentences came out, Zhao Yongchang was already sweating on his forehead and his legs were shaking.

What a beautiful language this is, what a majestic momentum it is.

Zhao Yongchang couldn't help but wonder in his heart, could it be that Jia Qiong was really the reincarnation of Li Bai and Su Shi, otherwise how could he have such literary talent.

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlit flowers and forests look like hail.Frost in the sky flies unconsciously, and Baisha cannot be seen in Tingshang.

After finishing the first eight sentences, Jia Qiong raised the wine bottle and took a sip.

He turned to look at Zhao Yongchang, as if he was already a little drunk, and asked with a smile: "Mr. Zhao, what do you think of my poem?"

Zhao Yongchang was about to collapse at this time, but he shouted as if grasping a life-saving straw: "Your poem only has tide, no dressing table!

It’s useless no matter how good you write, you lose, you lose! "

Jia Qiong curled her lips in disdain and used a brush to dig at her ears, which were a little itchy from the shock.

He said casually: "Don't worry, I haven't finished writing yet."

After speaking, he changed the screen and continued writing.

There is no dust in the sky, and a lone moon wheel in the sky.

Who on the riverside sees the moon for the first time, and when the river moon shines on people at the beginning of the year.

Life has been endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue looks similar every year.

I don't know who Jiangyue is for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.

After finishing eight more sentences, Jia Qiong took another sip of wine and glanced at Zhao Yongchang.

Zhao Yongchang said bitterly: "You still haven't written the dressing table. It's useless no matter how good you write it!"

This time Jia Qiong smiled disdainfully, as if she was too lazy to talk to him, so she changed the screen and continued writing.

The white clouds were gone, and Qingfeng Pu had no worries.

Whose house is a boatman tonight? Where can I miss the moon tower?

Poor wandering upstairs in the moon, should be shone away from the makeup mirror.

The Yuhu curtain can't be rolled away, but it is returned on the anvil.

As soon as these eight sentences came out, Zhao Yongchang completely lost hope and the look in his eyes disappeared.

At this moment, he deeply regretted why he had bet with Jia Qiong. Unfortunately, there was no regret medicine in the world.

He can already think of his own fate, a laughingstock for eternity and infamy for eternity!

At this time, Jia Qiong didn't even bother to look at him. When he was full, he changed the screen, took a sip of wine and continued writing.

At this time, we look at each other and not hear each other, and I am willing to follow the monarch every month.

The swan goose flies for a long time, and the fish and dragon dive into the water.

Last night the dream of Xiantan fell, and Poor Chun didn't return home.

The river flows and spring is gone, and the river pond falls to the west.

The oblique moon sinks into the sea fog, and the Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is endless.

I don't know how many people will return to Chengyue, but the moon is full of love.

The five screens are filled with writing, the poems are finished, and the wine is drunk.

Jia Qiong shook the empty jug, threw the jug and pen away, and laughed, "I'm drunk."

Then he lay down on the ground and fell into a deep sleep, showing off his madman style.

He lay on the ground and thought to himself: "This time the force has broken through the sky. There is no other opponent in this world!"

Then maybe it was because this body had not drunk much wine, so this time I just drank a pot and couldn't bear it.

Within a moment, he was really drunk and completely unconscious.

There was silence in front of Yueyang Tower, except for the sound of the waves of Dongting Lake blown by the autumn wind. This was the third time today that the whole place was silent.

At this moment, there were three people on the stage. One was lying on the ground, fast asleep, and the other was slumped on the ground like ashes.

There was also a host who was dumbfounded and doubting life. The other onlookers were just like him, their brains were in a state of panic.

They feel that their worldview has been greatly impacted. To put it bluntly, they are being pretended by someone.

There were countless words of admiration and admiration echoing in my heart: "Fuck! Oh my God! Damn! Fuck!..." and other words of praise.

(End of this chapter)