Red Mansion: Unparalleled Jade Young Master/red Mansion: Wrongly Married Qin Keqing at the Beginning

Liu Zhoucheng smiled lightly and praised: "Only this poem can see the background of the champion, such a poetic talent is unmatched by ordinary people, but it lives up to the name of poetry and calligraphy."

After they finished speaking, Qi Qi looked at He Qingfeng and waited for his evaluation.

He Qingfeng stroked his beard and laughed: "This poem is a masterpiece in the literary world for decades."

As soon as these words were spoken, it was regarded as a positioning for Zheng Yun's poems, and when everyone heard the words, they applauded and cheered, and the atmosphere was extremely warm.

Seeing this scene, Zheng Yun finally put on a long-lost smile on his face. With He Qingfeng present, he could finally smile with confidence.

Jia Zheng, who was on the side, sighed for a long time after hearing the words. There was nothing he could do. Zheng Yun is known as a poet and a scholar. This poem is indeed very accomplished. Jia Jue should have lost this game.

Qing Xuan glanced at Jia Jue with a hint of regret in her eyes: It's a pity, he shouldn't be able to win this match.

With the help of He Qingfeng, Zheng Yun's own poetry is good, and it should be impossible to defeat him.

Of course, this didn't affect her appreciation for Jia Jue. To have such talent at such an age, he was already standing ahead of his peers.

Liu Tian snorted coldly and expressed his displeasure. He knew very well that He Qingfeng and Zhongshun Palace belonged to the same group, so he chose the title of the poem as "wine", which they had calculated in advance.

But it doesn't matter, the third game is lost and there is a fourth game and a fifth game.

On the contrary, the little eunuch behind him looked at Jia Jue with curious eyes. In her opinion, Jia Jue should be under unprecedented pressure at this time, and he should be panicking.

But Jia Jue did not show any emotions, he was still neither humble nor arrogant, neither impatient nor impetuous, and his face was calm.

This made her very curious, not knowing why he was so calm.

And Zhao Lei said to Jia Jue with a sneer: "It's your turn, come, let us listen to your masterpiece."

Jia Jue smiled lightly: "If that's the case, then I'll show my ugliness."

After he finished speaking, he took out a pot of wine from under the table like a conjuration, took a big sip and said aloud:

"Will be drinking."

"You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and not returning. You don't see the bright mirror in the high hall, sad and white hair, the morning is like blue silk and the evening turns into snow.

Life is full of joy, and don't let the golden bottle face the moon.I was born to be useful, and I will come back when my daughter is gone. "

Just these few words made everyone in the field show shocking eyes, everyone stared at him blankly, and even their breathing was a little stagnant.

Chapter 41: A Famous Piece Through the Ages, a Handed Down Work

In the dull eyes of everyone, Jia Jue continued to chant:

"It is fun to cook sheep and slaughter cows, and the meeting has to drink three hundred cups. Master Cen, Danqiu Sheng, will drink wine, and the cups should not be stopped.

A song with Junge, please listen to me.

Bells, drums, and jade are not expensive, I hope I won’t wake up after being drunk.In ancient times, sages and sages were lonely, and only the drinker kept his name.

In the old days, Wang Chen had a feast of peace and joy, and he was happily fighting for wine.What is the owner's word for less money, you have to sell to the king.

Five-flowered horses, Qianjin Qiu, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell the eternal sorrow with you. "

Jia Jue's voice fell, and the audience was dead silent. Everyone's eyes widened and they looked at him for a moment.

At this moment, whether they are scholars or not, whether they are talented or not, they are all stunned, and everyone's faces are full of shock.

Even Zheng Yun and Zhao Lei, who were malicious towards Jia Jue, looked at him with shocked eyes. At this moment, their thinking was stagnant, and even their breathing almost stopped.

After an unknown amount of time, a voice suddenly shouted: "Good! Good! Good! Good poetry, good poetry!"

It was none other than Jia Zheng who spoke out. At this time, his eyes were wide open, his face was flushed, his expression was ecstatic and excited, and even his lips were trembling slightly.

He is a literati, and he likes to recite poems and write poems, otherwise, he would not have raised so many Qingke Xianggong in the mansion.

At this time, when he heard such a poem, he couldn't hold back, and cheered on the spot.

And his voice also awakened everyone in the field, and for a while, applause and cheers sounded like thunder:

"This poem is so good! I can't help myself when I hear it!"

"I'm afraid this poem is the pinnacle of drinking poetry since ancient times. The future generations are terrifying, and the later generations are terrifying!"

"Good poetry! This is really good poetry! After listening to this poem, I don't think what I've heard before can't even be considered a poem!"

……

boom!

In the thunderous applause, Zhao Bin smashed the table, stood up, and shouted at Jia Jue with a blushing face:

"Brother Jia, I, Zhao Bin, recognize you as a brother!"

He was originally a wild and unruly character. At this time, he heard such wild and unruly poems, and he still wrote wine, how could he bear it?If it weren't for the wrong occasion, he would have wished to bow down to Jia Jue immediately.

With a flushed face, Zhu Qi gasped, and said loudly: "This poem is rich in five tones, and the atmosphere is extraordinary. It is full of ink, full of grief and anger, and wild, and the language is extremely arrogant and calm, with a momentum that shakes ancient and modern times. And power! This is a work handed down, a work handed down!"

Sun Yi also stood up, raised his voice and said: "This poem has a lot of ups and downs, the poetry is suddenly up and down, from sadness to joy, to wildness, to anger, to wildness, and finally to 'eternal sorrow', in response The beginning of the poem is as imposing as a rushing river, with twists and turns, vertical and horizontal, vertical and horizontal, and the atmosphere of being able to carry the cauldron! This poem is a famous poem through the ages! It will be famous in the history!"

Liu Zhoucheng also praised with a blushing face: "This poem has the concept of writing a song, and it has the magic of "absolutely remove the path of the brush and ink". The whole chapter is dominated by seven characters, and broken down by three to fifty sentences, which is extremely intricate and intricate; the verses are mainly scattered, and are highlighted with short antitheses. This poem is unprecedented! The pinnacle of ancient poetry!"

Liu Tian was equally excited: "Although our family is not a literati, we can understand this poem. The whole poem is full of emotion. No matter whether it is joy, sorrow or joy, the rushing and bursting are like rivers flowing, unstoppable, and the ups and downs are violent. Teach people to be amazed!"

Qingxuan looked straight at Jia Jue, her eyes flashing with fiery expression, because of her identity, she has met countless talented people, met many scholars, and read countless masterpieces, but none of them can. Comparable to this one.

From this poem, she felt Jia Jue's arrogance and contempt for the powerful, and also felt his pride and unrestrained feelings, and even more felt his anger at his underappreciated talents and his own situation.

She admired his talent and character, his arrogance and arrogance, and his situation and situation made her feel distressed.

She suddenly felt that she and Jia Jue were the same kind of people.

Under such a feeling, she has a kind of closeness and identification with Jia Jue.

Perhaps, this is the person she has been searching for for so many years.

At this time, the little eunuch standing behind Liu Tian also looked at Jia Jue with shocking eyes. She never knew that poetry could have such a shocking power, and his talent made her feel ashamed and admired.

In the past, she always boasted that she was not inferior to men, and that what a man can do, she can do it, so she studied, she practiced martial arts, she even studied the art of war, and practiced the army, in order to prove this point.

But now, when she faced Jia Jue's poem, she knew that she was wrong. She couldn't compare to Jia Jue. Even if she was poor in her life, she couldn't write such a level of poetry.

At the same time, she is extremely curious about Jia Jue. It is said that he is a prostitute, and has been disliked by his elders since he was a child. He even has to be deducted by the subordinates, and the cost of food and clothing is even lower than that of the subordinates. In such a situation How did he have such a grace and talent?

She decided in her heart that she could have more contact with him in the future.

If others are fond of and shocked by Jia Jue's poems, Zheng Yun and Zhao Lei are disgusted and horrified.

They all thought they had won, as long as Jia Jue's poems weren't overwhelming.

But now, something they didn't expect has appeared, Jia Jue's poetry has really achieved an overwhelming advantage, even people with little knowledge can tell who is good and who is bad.

This also means that even if He Qingfeng has no conscience, it is useless to help them in the face of public anger.

Because this poem is destined to go out, when the time comes, everyone in the world will nail them to the pillar of shame, and even their younger generation will not be spared.

In other words, they lost!

Zheng Yun's face was completely ashen, and he was even a little unsteady.

The number one talent of the dignified Northern Zhili, and the champion appointed by the emperor, was defeated by Jia Jue for three consecutive games with such a huge advantage under such public watch.

Don't think about it, his future is over and his career is ruined.Originally, he was willing to stand up for the Zhongshun Palace, just wanting to take a shortcut and enter the official career faster and better, but who would have thought that he had encountered a monster like Jia Jue and lost three games in a row.

Sorry for the first time!

Zhao Lei's expression didn't get much better. King Zhongshun's account of his affairs was messed up, and the reputation of Zhongshun's palace was ruined in his hands. How would he face King Zhongshun?What's even more frightening is that he still has a brother. He who made such a big mistake is very likely to lose his position as the heir.

It's over, it's over.

Chapter 42

Jia Jue looked at the skyrocketing emotional value, and suddenly felt a little reluctant in her heart. It would be a pity if it ended like this.

Just when he was thinking about how to delay the competition, He Qingfeng, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke:

"This poem is indeed a masterpiece of the ages, but..."

Jia Jue's heart moved when he heard the words, and he quickly asked, "Just what? Please also ask Mr. He to make it clear."

After he finished speaking, he looked at him expectantly, old man, you can think of a better reason to delay the game.

He Qingfeng glanced at him and said lightly: "In this poem, the poet drinks and sings loudly, and uses alcohol to relieve his sorrow, expressing his deep sorrow and anger in his life. The poem is intertwined with feelings of disappointment and self-confidence, grief and anger, and resistance, reflecting a strong sense of pride. The wild personality is truly a masterpiece of the ages. However, Jia Gongzi has not yet reached the weak crown, how can he have such life experience and emotion?"

He did not start from the poem itself, but from Jia Jue, feeling that Jia Jue was too young to write such a poem.

Zhao Lei's eyes lit up when he heard the words, as if he had seen a life-saving straw, and he nodded quickly: "Yes, he is young, and he does not have two doors to open the door. Where did all these insights come from, they must be stolen by others!"

Everyone frowned when they heard the words, Zhao Bin took the lead and said:

"Mr. He, just based on his young age and lack of experience, he concluded that this work was not written by Jia Gongzi. I'm afraid it's inappropriate, right?"

Qingxuan also continued: "Jia Gongzi is in adversity, why can't he write such poems? Besides, does poetry have to be something that must be experienced in person?"

He Qingfeng shook his head: "This is not enough."

Qing Xuan and Zhao Bin frowned together, and they couldn't give strong evidence to convince others.

Seeing this, Liu Tian said yin and yang angrily: "Boss, your words are too arbitrary, you just want to put the name 'Written Thief' on Jia Gongzi's head with only one sentence of lack of experience? Such a masterpiece of the ages has been handed over to others to steal?"

Everyone's heart is awe-inspiring, but all scholars pay great attention to reputation. If he gets the title of "literary thief", his life will be ruined. The examiner will select a thief.

And what Liu Tian said was not wrong. Who would steal such a masterpiece?

He Qingfeng's face was full of indifference: "My lord, husband Liu, don't worry, this old man just expressed his doubts, and he didn't think that Jia Gongzi used someone else's work."

By the way, the husband here means "father-in-law", which is the honorary title given to the eunuch in the palace by the people.

"Oh, if this poem was written by Zheng Yun, you wouldn't ask that, right?" Liu Tian sneered.

He Qingfeng still looked calm: "Husband Liu, this old man is just expressing his doubts, he has no other intentions."

"Haha." Liu Tian still sneered.

Seeing that the atmosphere between the two of them became more and more stiff, everyone frowned. Both sides insisted on this kind of thing, and there was no evidence, and they didn't know who to listen to.

At this moment, Jia Jue asked He Qingfeng, "According to Mr. He, how can I prove that I have the ability to write poetry?"

He Qingfeng glanced at him, thought about it, and said, "Just write another poem of the same level."

hiss!

Everyone took a deep breath when they heard the words.