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

In the evening, Linglong Xiaozhu.

Jia Jue walked into the courtyard with a trace of thought in his expression.

In the afternoon, he wandered around the Zhongshun Palace again, but found that the dark piles he had encountered before were all gone.

Obviously, King Zhongshun should have noticed something, so he withdrew his staff.

In this way, if he wants to continue to exert pressure, I am afraid that he can only formally contact the Zhongshun Palace.

It seems that tomorrow will come to visit.

"Third Master!" Seeing him coming back, several of his maids surrounded him with delighted expressions.

Jia Jue looked at them and said with a smile, "What? You haven't seen me for a few hours, so do you miss me like that?"

When this joke was made, the reactions of the women were different.

Qinger nodded, Qingwen gave him a white look, but Xiren's face was blushing and she covered her mouth and chuckled.

Jia Jue laughed and rubbed Qinger's little head: "Qinger is still caring."

"She will be your concubine in the future, can you be considerate?" Qingwen pouted.

Jia Jue was biased towards Qing'er, which made her a little unhappy, but she was actually very interested in Jia Jue.

Jia Jue winked at her: "If you are upset, you can also be my little wife."

"Who cares!" Qingwen gave him an angry look, then turned around and ignored him.

Upon seeing this, Xiren said to Jia Jue, "Third Master, you know that she is the best at the top, so stop teasing her."

Jia Jue smiled, turned Qingwen over, and looked into her eyes:

"You guys are all generally caring, and in my heart they are all the same. The palms and backs of the hands are full of meat, and no one is worse than the other."

Qingwen blushed, she spat softly, and ran away quickly.

Looking at her back, Jia Jue smiled.

"Third Master, someone sent you an invitation at noon." Xiren said to Jia Jue.

invitation?

Jia Jue was a little surprised.

And when he saw the invitation, he was even more surprised.

Because this invitation is also from the Lanting Poetry Society.

And, not just one, but two.

One of them is from Qingxuan, and the other is signed "Thirteen Mothers".

In addition to the one on him, it means that he has three invitations by himself.

At this time, a woman suddenly came to report, saying that Zhao Bin was looking for him.

As soon as he came to the front hall, Zhao Bin took him out:

"Come on, Brother Jia, I'll take you to a good place."

Jia Jue asked quickly, "Where are you going?"

Zhao Bin smiled: "Take a look at the talented women in the capital."

Jia Jue's heart moved: "Brother Zhao said, is it the Lanting Poetry Club?"

"Brother Jia knows?" Zhao Bin was a little surprised.

Jia Jue nodded: "Brother Zhao also received the invitation?"

Zhao Bin's rare old face blushed: "This poetry festival invites some famous talents in the capital every year. Although I am famous, I am not famous for my talents."

He is not a scholar, although he has a high status, but talented women don't care, so he has never received an invitation.

But if he wanted to go, people naturally wouldn't dare to stop him.

He didn't go a few years ago. After all, he's not a scholar, so it's not interesting to go.

But now it's different. He has a good friend like Jia Jue, so he naturally wants to go around.

"Then how do you get in?" Jia Jue asked.

Zhao Bin smiled and pointed to his face: "This is the invitation."

Jia Jue smiled and said, "What a big invitation."

After speaking, he took out three invitations from his arms, took out the one given by Xue Pan and handed it to Zhao Bin.

This scene made Zhao Bin stunned. Even if he was as noble as him, he couldn't get one invitation card, but Jia Jue just took out three cards.

The gap between this person is too great.

"Who wrote those two books?" he asked curiously.

"One belongs to Qingxuan, and the other belongs to Thirteen Niang," Jia Jue said.

Hearing this, Zhao Bin immediately showed an envious look: "One Qin Xian and one Hua Xian. You are really blessed."

"What flower fairy?" Jia Jue asked.

"She is as beautiful as a flower, and she has the sweet smell of flowers on her body, so she is called that by a good person. But don't think she is a brothel girl. After she is a scholar, she is also very talented. She is a well-known talented woman in the capital, and she initiated the Lanting Poetry Festival. However, her husband died before she even passed the door, and her husband ranked thirteen, so everyone called her Thirteen Mother." Zhao Bin introduced.

Jia Jue nodded, these thirteen mothers are somewhat legendary.

Sitting in Zhao Bin's luxurious carriage, the two came to a manor.

Walking into the house, I saw that there were already many people, and they were all men.

"Isn't it a gathering of talented girls, why are there so many men?" Jia Jue asked in surprise.

Zhao Bin smiled: "How can there be so few lechers in such a grand event? They tried their best to come. But this place is only where the men are, and the women are on the other side. If you want to go to the women's side, you must make a good work on the spot. , to impress them, only half of the women will be able to invite them in. It is said that no man has been able to enter in three years. Brother Jia, I will be counting on you this year."

Jia Jue looked at the venue, and sure enough, it was separated.

He shook his head and laughed like a blind date show.

"It's the four geniuses in Jiangnan! They're here!"

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded.

Jia Jue's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly looked at the door, only to see four young sons walking in from outside the door.

"The four great talents in Jiangnan, shouldn't they be Tang Bohu, Zhu Zhishan, Wen Zhengming?" He asked with a smile.

Zhao Bin shook his head: "Of course not. These four are famous talents from Jiang Nanji, their surnames are Fang, Zhu, Qin, and Chen. Each has his own way of being extremely good at it. Seeing that they are inseparable, they call them that. They have come here every year in order to meet Thirteen Mothers, but unfortunately, they have never been able to do so."

While they were talking, the four of them walked straight towards Jia Jue.

After they saluted Zhao Bin, their eyes fell on Jia Jue.

"You are the Jia Jue known as Jade Master?" A person asked him at the moment.

As if Jia Jue had never heard of it, he fanned his fan leisurely and looked at the surrounding scenery.

"Didn't you hear me talking to you?" the man shouted angrily.

Jia Jue still ignored him.

"Brother Fang, this person is just a deaf person, why bother with him?" At this time, another person beside the person said.

The person who spoke before also sneered when he heard the words: "Brother Zhu is very true, but I am inferior, why bother with the disabled?"

The other two laughed together, their expressions full of mockery.

At this moment, Jia Jue suddenly moved, and he raised his eyebrows: "Hey, there are mosquitoes."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the fan in his hand just happened to slap the face of the surname Fang.

Snapped!

A red mark appeared on his face immediately.

Chapter 80 It's Not Fair

"You dare to hit someone!" Fang Hao covered his face and roared at Jia Jue.

Several other people among the Four Great Talents in Jiangnan also glared at Jia Jue.

Jia Jue smiled lightly, but did not speak, Zhao Bin snorted coldly:

"What? He has a royal fan in his hand, so he can't beat you?"

Fang Hao froze for a while, he murmured for a while, but he couldn't say a word.How dare he say that the Royal Fan can't beat him.

These words put him in a dilemma, and he froze in place for a while, his face red and black, full of embarrassment.

Several people around him were also embarrassed, not knowing how to answer.

dong dong!

At this moment, only a sound of drums sounded, and the field suddenly became quiet.

Fang Hao finally got a step, he glared at Jia Jue and snorted coldly:

"You don't have to be mad, and you will see it later!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left, and the others all glared at Jia Jue and left.

"What is this drum sound?" Jia Jue didn't care about the threats from several people, he asked Zhao Bin.

"It should be the beginning of the poetry meeting."

The words fell, but Jia Jue saw a lot of lanterns floating in the water next to them. There was a glass of wine on the lamp, and a note was pressed under the glass.

"Qushuiliu?" Jia Jue's eyes lit up when he saw this.

Qushui Liujing is a traditional custom of the Yanxia people, and later developed into an elegant event for literati and poets to sing poetry and wine.Participants sit on both sides of the canal, and place wine glasses upstream. The wine glasses flow downstream, and whoever stops in front of them will take the glasses and drink and write poems.

"It's interesting." Seeing this, Zhao Bin quickly came to the water's edge, grabbed a lantern, and took a look at the note under the wine glass, but saw that it read:

One month after another, two months in total, there is a ploughable field above and a long flowing river below; there are six members in a family, and the two are not reunited.

Seeing this, Zhao Bin frowned, and after reading it many times, he couldn't understand the meaning. In desperation, he had no choice but to look at Jia Jue with a look of help.

Jia Jue reminded: "This is an anagram."