The Traitor Jia Lian of the Red Chamber

Jia Zhu is not a person who keeps his ears to the outside world and only reads the books of sages and sages.It is not acceptable to use ghostwriters or even spread rumors about imperial examination fraud. This is not intended to say that the imperial examinations are unfair, and it is against the Ministry of Rites!Against the emperor!And at this time, there is no college exam, and the reference is students from the capital city and borrowed exams. It is not feasible to use the conflict between the students from the north and the south to provoke.

The only way that works...

Subconsciously, Jia Zhu didn't dare to trust Jia's mother, and asked her to suppress others with filial piety.After all, now not only Jia Lian, but also the uncle who has always spent his days and nights is also promising.

Thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, and Jia Zhu smiled sinisterly.Stealing is not acceptable, filial piety is not filial piety, that is sex!

Threatening the maidservant!

Jia Zhusi made up her mind, so she went to Mrs. Wang privately and said something.

Mrs. Wang complied naturally, with a hint of gloom in her eyes: "Since my son wants to make a move, he must be ruthless! Killed with one blow! It's just a maidservant, how can it compare to the concubine of the deceased uncle?" Aunt Zhao gave birth One son and one daughter are not considered slaves.

Jia Zhu was startled, Aunt Zhao's charming face appeared in her mind, and she nodded: "Madam, you are right."

The mother and son discussed how to ruin Jia Lian's reputation, but at the same moment, Jia Lian was facing the challenge of the four talents alone, preparing to become famous.

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"The four masters of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting?" Jia Lian strolled up to the arena of Yaxian Tower and said, "Let's compete together!"

When the middleman heard the words, he looked at Jia Lian in disbelief and said, "According to the rules, if you compare them together, the competition time is at most three incense sticks!"

"nature!"

"You are so crazy!" Si Junjie was furious.The rest of the scholars are also contemptuous and disdainful.

"It's just three yuan! Brother Wencai also has three yuan, what a gentleman!"

"Maybe he is just relying on his own birth!"

"Yes, please ask a famous teacher for special guidance!"

"No, haven't you guys heard of it? The main reason is that it was written by him!"

"what?"

"Miss Wen's Qingbai script has always been copied and compiled by the royal family, maybe..."

"No wonder! I heard my brother from the Ministry of Rites say that Jia Amnesty is a dropout student in the study!"

"It's a disgrace to the reputation of the study!"

"..."

"Nonsense!" Jia She, who was in the crowd, was furious when he heard the whispers in his ears, and the blood in his chest was burning with anger. Dad is incompetent! Shut up if you have no skills! Watch my son compete!"

Hearing the last word still lingering in the hall, Jia She turned his head left and right to look at the stunned scholars, with their heads held high, one of his special tricks: shouting the bugle!

He seems... Anyway, he just remembered that he was chubby rolling on the training ground to supervise the lazy little soldiers, whoever was disobedient, shouted and wrote it down in a small notebook!Very bullish!

It is also very useful in the palace!

If you go to the study room, you will be beaten on the palm of your hand, and if you shout, the emperor's uncle will come to see him!

Everyone around looked at Jia She silently!

Tang Rui, one of the heroes who was originally in the ring, was proud of his qin and bowed to Jia She: "I lost this round. I admire the old man's roar!"

Jia Amnesty was dumbfounded.

Jia Lian on the stage was also stunned.Howling?Regardless of whether he was in his previous life or this life, what he learned was utilitarian.Even if he can recite poems, play the piano and sing, he really doesn't know how to sing like Xiao, which is a non-mainstream and lost style!

And are you sure it's not howling ghosts and howling wolves?Sometimes his father would howl twice when he was happy and act like a spoiled child, lying on the ground playing tricks, and when he was free on the road, he saw a big rooster crowing in a competition with chickens.

"Are... are you sure? Brother Tang, you seem to be challenging me, and we are competing in playing the piano!" Jia Lian emphasized solemnly.

"No! The beauty of melody does not lie in the tools of expression, but in the resonance of emotions!" Tang Rui said excitedly: "I have already felt the confidence and arrogance from the Xiaoyong of the old man. This is enough to convince me You are not in vain, and after three days of separation, you should treat each other with admiration. I am narrow-minded, and I look at you with the old reputation of forgiveness!"

Jia Lian: "..."

Jia Amnesty looked at Tang Rui who was rushing down the ring to bow to him, he was terrified, he even crawled up the ring and hid behind Jia Lian: "Son, is he?"

Poking his head implicitly with his finger, Jia Amnesty said with great concern.

"Father..." Although I don't quite understand how to read so many emotions from this tune, people who love music and art are not bad.

Jia Lian looked at Jia Amnesty solemnly, and said, "Father, Mr. Tang judges people by his music. He thinks you are a good boy. Do you doubt him when you turn around? Xiao is a way of singing in the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties. According to The Tao is now lost."

"I've never heard of it!" Jia She shook his head: "I learned this from the magic operator! Pull the bugle! Listen to the sound of drills every day, and I will know it!"

"Then you have to explain it to him."

"it is good!"

Watching Jia Amnesty get off the ring again in a hurry, explaining to Tang Rui with gestures, Jia Lian apologized to the three people on the field.

"Brother Jia, you are being polite, your father is still a child at heart." They all heard about Jia Amnesty's stupidity.

After exchanging greetings, the other three looked at each other, and Li Yun, the elder and the leader, said: "But since we have opened the ring, the competition has to continue."

The birth of Jia Lian turned out to be a big surprise, even if they didn't care about it, the Guozijian classmates and family members were curious about why the Jia family had a Wenqu star?

"Naturally!" Jia Lian nodded.These four outstanding officials were born in the Imperial College, and he can also use this to try out a thing or two.

"Then the match will continue!" The middle man shouted, "Young Master Tang, please return to the ring."

Tang Rui held Jia Amnesty's hand, still excited: "I've already surrendered. How can a man keep his word?!"

"Good man!" Jia She patted the man's chest: "I'll be with you, and I'll give you sweet-scented osmanthus cake! But it seems that you are too thin, and you have to drink milk every day, so you will grow taller!"

"Okay! I drink!"

"..."

Regardless of the onlookers or the competition on stage, everyone silently ignored the two who met each other so late.Jia Lian followed his high-profile plan, and still decided to use one against three at the same time.

After Jia Lian picked up the brush and used ink as the sunspot, the topics of calligraphy and painting were also decided.

"Writing "Grass" in cursive cursive is fair to you and me." Li Yun, who is good at calligraphy, said: "I'm afraid you are also good at Qingbai style, and I am good at Kai style. Of course, if Brother Jia doesn't want to, he can change it. "

"Brother Li, this question is very fair." Jia Lian smiled, waved his hand to signal the other party to invite first, and looked at the painter Liu Hong.

Liu Hong smiled: "Since ancient times, literati have loved plums, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums. Today we meet friends through literature, so we use this as the topic. How about it?"

"it is good!"

After Jia Lian said hello, everyone in the audience felt that Jia Lian was quite arrogant.Not to mention chess, it is too difficult to complete the calligraphy and painting together in the time of three incense sticks.What's more, Li Yun was playing tricks. He was good at calligraphy, so how could he only know script. His uncle was a well-known calligrapher in the world. He was good at cursive, and several works were even collected by the royal family.

Tang Rui looked at the faces of the scholars on the left and right who were watching the joke, then looked up at his classmates and Jia Lian on the ring, his face flushed a little: "Mr. Pardon, I wonder if Xiong Jia has learned wild grass?"

"Crazy grass?" Jia She ate melon seeds and said, "I know, graffiti, my graffiti looks better than Lian'er!"

Tang Rui: "..."

"You little kid is so weird!" Jia She looked at Tang Rui who was nervous and worried, "Don't you guys want to compete?"

"That... that seems to be because of some misunderstandings earlier."

"Oh, if you know a mistake, correct it, I understand." Jia She nodded, motioned for people to look up, and said, "Anyway, my son is super powerful. If he is not very good, my elder brother Chen will also teach him to make him change. It was great."

When Tang Rui heard this, he smiled awkwardly, but when he looked up and saw Jia Lian walking between the two desks in a calm manner, he suddenly felt that what Jia She said might be true.

As if feeling someone was watching, Jia Lian, who was typing, looked back at the audience and smiled, and all of a sudden, everyone felt their eyes light up, and they admired Jia Lian's appearance and temperament.

And Jia Lian on the stage dropped another son without haste.He originally learned the way of hand-talking to meet Emperor Xuan, but he later experienced the fun of it, but Luozi also got used to giving way.That is, in the past two years, the status situation has changed suddenly, and there is a father who wants to destroy three pieces in the next game, which abruptly changes his style of chess, and is very domineering.

After placing the pieces, Jia Lian glanced at the young chess player opposite who was sweating, and glanced at the incense burner on the table, unknowingly it was time to burn a stick of incense.

The time left for two sticks of incense is enough for calligraphy and painting!

He had secretly followed this kind of elegant competition for a long time, and he also stayed up late silently to learn a lot of tricks, hoping that one day he would be able to use his talents to face those old antiques who only know how to play.

It's a pity that once he came to power, no one thought that he was studying every night when he went to bed, only that the eunuch was lustful.

Thinking of the past, Nine Thousand Years didn't feel that he was bullying children at all. It was not bad to have the opportunity to express his talents in a flashy way by chance.Of course, just ignore the non-mainstream ones.

When he takes power in the future, lock people up and teach him!

Slowly writing down the last "extreme", Jia Lian looked at the chess player who was still thinking, silently put the pen aside, picked up the teacup in leisure time, and took a sip.

After the middleman asked Jia Lian, he showed his calligraphy to everyone.

When you see the rice paper, not to mention that the "one-stroke script" of Kuangcao's director is not reflected, even the most basic calligraphy is difficult to distinguish, and lumps of ink are connected together, just like children's graffiti.

All the onlookers burst into laughter, and some even made Jia Lian get off the stage. He was not worthy of being a scholar, and he didn't even have the most basic integrity.

"Brother Jia, it's your fault. If not, we can change to other fonts. Guess Brother Jia can use three consecutive yuan, the most basic style of pavilions and pavilions, right?" Li Yun ordered his calligraphy to be displayed. , glanced triumphantly over the look of the crowd watching, looked at Jia Lian, with a half-smile and said: "Could it be that brother Lian used Qingbai style? I'm ashamed of this, I haven't had a chance to learn a thing or two."

"Brother Li," Tang Rui in the audience hurriedly broke away from Jia She, who was watching the fun, when he heard the words of grabbing guns and sticks, and hurried onto the stage, whispering: "This is a counter-script! The counter-script!"

"You have some knowledge, kid." Jia Lian glanced at Tang Rui with a smile, gave a meaningful compliment, and signaled Xiao Er to turn her rice paper over.

When the calligraphy was displayed on the rice paper, not only the scholars around the ring, but also the people in the private seats above were all shocked.

In the private room of Tianzihao with an excellent view, Dr. Wen, who didn't know that his identity had been leaked, looked at the questioning eyes cast by his children, and couldn't laugh or cry: "I really didn't teach it. I only go there for two days a month, and I have to pay for it." Take half a day to make up stories for Uncle Xi, and play chess, how can I have time to teach this little wolf cub such useless things? Besides, I don’t know how to write like this!”

At the end, Dr. Wen frowned.Jia Lian seems to be too versatile.

The word self-taught cannot be summed up.

"Father, just smile, I just made you happy! Come on, look, the apprentice you picked up by Lao Bai won another game. Now only the painting is left!"

"You!" Doctor Wen looked at the smiling child in front of him, feeling a dull pain in his heart. If it wasn't for him...

Before he had time to think about the past, Dr. Wen covered his head, looked at the child who was pulling his hair like a rubber band, and laughed angrily: "Situ Yao, your problem is really the same as that of She'er, if you hold it again, your father and I will want it too." Bald!"

"Please read it carefully, it's not the music of Leshan Leshui, but the music of happiness." Situ Le let go, and smiled: "You are always unhappy in front of me, I... I just let it go! Dad, don't think about the past. At worst, I can be with you if I change my identity!"

"I made you suffer!" Dr. Wen looked at his daughter who was smiling calmly in front of him, but the corner of his eyes unconsciously drifted towards Jia Lian on the ring.

At this moment, Jia Lian splashed the inkstone on the unfolded rice paper, and then walked back and forth in the direction of the ink splash, like a flying swallow.When the ashes are burnt out, a picture of plum blossoms and snow will be ready.

Everyone: "..."

Jia Amnesty clapped his hands: "Okay! Another one, I want to see the fire-breathing one!"

Jia Lian: "..."

Jia Lian couldn't help covering her face, can you make me handsome for a while?Today's dad is only three years old!

The author has something to say: The Nine Thousand Years Before Gaining Power: What should I do if I am scolded and don’t understand?study!

Nine thousand years after gaining power: There is no end to power and no end to learning!keep learning!

After being reborn, the second master Lian who borrowed a large size to raise a small size: ...Thank you father for making me even more serious and nonsense