[Red Mansion] Master Jia

At this time Yinzhen had no intention of embarrassing Jia Lian, after all Jia Lian was sitting with him just now, if he was too useless, he would not be implicated by the sharp-tongued third brother to mock him.

For a while, Yinzhen was quite annoyed.

At this time, Jia Lian, who was in the center of the incident, was not in a hurry. Yinzhi and others thought he was afraid, but Yinzhi still put on an attitude of respecting cultural people and respecting corporals.

Yinzhen looked at Jia Lian nervously, feeling that the air was not circulating.

The doors and windows on the third floor of the restaurant were actually open, and a gust of wind happened to blow by. Although the rice paper on the table was pressed by the paperweight, the corners were also slightly curled. A middle-aged man named An Lan stopped him from speaking.

"Third Master, this poem must have a proposition." Mr. An Lan's surname is Zhang, and he is a celebrity in Runan County.

"Mr. Zhang means..." Yinzhi immediately understood that An Lan was afraid that Jia Lian would cheat. He is not old, but he is quite spiritual in his poetry.

Jia Baoyu, who was born with jade in Rongguo Mansion, is not unknown in the capital. After all, it is not easy to hold such a large piece of jade in his mouth. Care about.

"Why don't the third master come up with a question, and Mr. Jia and I should write a regulated poem." Zhang Anlan suggested, and turned to look at Jia Lian.

Jia Lian put down his writing brush and looked at them with a half-smile. Yinzhi's face was thin and a little embarrassed, but he asked Yinzhen, "Ninth brother, look—"

"Jia Lian and I just met for the first time." Yinzhen beat a drum in his heart, taking the opportunity to separate the relationship.

Wen Yan Yinzhi curled his lips, thinking that he was quick to evade.

Yinzhen thought, if Jia Lian failed to compose a poem, or wrote a doggerel in embarrassment, hehe... Yinzhen also wanted to save face.

The corners of Jia Lian's lips curled up, and he glanced at Yinzhen ironically. Yinzhen was hurt in his heart, but he could only pretend he didn't see it.

"Third Master, let's come up with a question. Lian will accompany you!" Jia Lian raised his eyebrows, his tone was not polite, and he showed no signs of guilt.

Although the poems after the Ming and Qing Dynasties are not as good as those of the previous dynasty, they are not without beauty. The 123 romance server stores nearly a thousand poems by famous Qing masters, and you can always pick something that is relevant.What's more, it's not that he can't compose poetry, but he has no spirituality, but he is not a little better than Jia Lian, who used to be a sloppy scholar.

Yinzhi got the words and said, "Well, I'll come up with a question."

Although he didn't know about Jia Lian's talent, he had heard about the reputation of Rongguo Mansion. Except for Jia Baoyu who had some poetic talent, he had never heard of any talents in his family.Therefore, he didn't want to make the question too difficult, lest the victory would be ineffective, and if it was spread, it would appear that he deliberately made things difficult for others.

Yin Zhi thought a lot for a while, he looked down at the love fan in his hand, and it was just a section of bamboo, so he couldn't help saying: "Yes. You can use 'bamboo' as the topic, and five words There is no limit to seven words."

Zhang Anlan was overjoyed when he heard the words, he had discussed these poems with Prince Cheng before, and he had one or two poems in stock.Immediately he pretended to be thinking, paced around, and then looked up to open his mouth to recite poems, but he didn't expect Jia Lian to stop him, and said: "Mr. An Lan forgot, I'll come first."

"..."

Not only Zhang Anlan was taken aback for a moment, Yinzhi, Yinzhen and other Qing guests all looked at him suspiciously, this dude from Rongguo Mansion really knows how to write poetry?

Yinzhen frowned, his doubts were blunt, he wondered whether Jia Lian had prepared poems and memorized them in advance.

But on second thought, no.Today he just called Jia Lian to go upstairs on a whim, and meeting Yinzhi was also a coincidence, and he was the one who proposed to compare the poems...

Should Jia Lian make a doggerel?

Thinking of this, the corners of Yinzhen's mouth twitched, looking at Jia Lian's appearance, and thinking of the absurd reputation of Jia's family in Rongning Second Mansion, he couldn't help but growl in his heart.

Jia Lian looked at the expressions of the crowd and knew what they generally thought. He had no intention of hiding his "talent". A magician should be famous, otherwise how could others worship and believe in him?To build a mage tower, there must be believers. Worship is also a kind of power of faith, and it is also very pious.

With the idea of ​​showing off in his heart, Jia Lian looked through the poems about "bamboo" written in the late Qing Dynasty in his mind, and he really found a few good ones.

Picking out a song at random, he read it slowly: "One verse after another——"

Yinzhen frowned upon hearing this, the words were too simple.

Yin Zhi and Mr. An Lan had mocking smiles on their faces, and the other Qing guests didn't take it seriously.

Jia Lian seemed to whet his appetite, and then said slowly: "Thousands of branches save thousands of leaves—"

It's a bit interesting, Yinzhen's heart relaxes, and he takes a high look at Jia Lian.

"I don't bloom, I don't want to tease bees and butterflies." Jia Lian recited the last two sentences in one go, then turned around and sat opposite Yinzhen, and took a sip of tea.

……

The entire third floor was silent for a while.

Yinzhen, who is not good at learning, can taste that this is a good poem.He looked at Jia Lian on the opposite side in amazement and amazement. Jia Lian seemed to feel his gaze, and raised his eyes and smiled at him.

Yinzhen's face turned red, and he coughed in embarrassment.

Only then did Yinzhi and the others wake up, and the gang of Qingke couldn't say against their will that this poem was bad, not only was it not bad, it was simply a rare good poem.If you know that there is nowhere to write poems in this dynasty, and there is no one in the Tang and Song Dynasties, that is, the previous Nalan Xingde, you can praise him. He is the first poet of this dynasty, not the first poet. A good poem is not easy nowadays.

"An Lan?" Yinzhi didn't want to lose, but he didn't hold much hope. He looked at Zhang Anlan inquiringly.

Zhang Anlan is not good at reciting poems. He knew that his own poems could not be compared, so he silently wrote on the table: "When the wind comes, there is a sound of laughter, and when the rain passes, it is as clean as washing. Sometimes when the moon comes, it casts shadows in the tall windows."

Everyone in Yinzhi read this poem and thought it was very good. Although the word "bamboo" was not mentioned in every sentence, the artistic conception is wonderful, but as long as it is compared with Jia Lian's just now, it still feels worse.

"Mr. An Lan's handwriting is still good... I don't know how Mr. Jia's handwriting is..." Someone among the Qingke said, but it's better not to say it.

Zhang Anlan blushed, and Yin Zhi also felt that not only had he lost face, but he had also lost his identity at this time.This is a comparison of poetry and not words!

Jia Lian didn't care, "This gentleman is right. I didn't concentrate on my studies in the past, let alone a piece of poetry. I didn't practice my words very much. It's really not as good as this Mr. An Lan."

The corners of Yinzhen's mouth twitched when he heard this, but he couldn't help laughing, his chest heaved and heaved, Jia Lian was so funny!

This is a blatant show off!

Jia Lian, who is not very attentive and has no fame, writes better poems than Mr. An Lan, who is a celebrity... Isn't this a slap in the face of the third brother's group of literati who are so pretentious and noble.

Haha!

Yinzhen really wanted to look up to the sky and laugh, but she could still pretend to be concerned about the identity and image of the prince.

Jia Lian smiled, thinking that it was quite interesting, and it felt really good to compete with this group of literati from the Qing Dynasty.

Not only did he gain fame, but he also left a deep impression in front of the two princes.Oh, how about this, do you want to build a mage tower in the palace in the future... I hope it's bigger?

Jia Lian was still thinking about building his pagoda in the Forbidden City, which is the best place for the mage pagoda to absorb the power of the law of heaven and earth. I don't know what price he will have to pay for the owner, His Majesty the Emperor, to agree.

He didn't ask too much, just build a small three-story pagoda no higher than the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

When Yinzhi and Qingke heard Jia Lian's seemingly modest words, their expressions changed. They felt that this person was talented, but he was too arrogant!

Besides, poetry is the path, but governing the country is the path.

He is a dandy of the Rongguo Mansion, without even a reputation. Qing Ke and the scholars who are waiting for the exam can't help but want to compete with Jia Lian again, but they didn't expect that there was a sudden commotion downstairs——

"Why don't you let me go upstairs? Don't you look down on me? I have a lot of money——" a male voice came from the second floor and shouted loudly.

Immediately afterwards there was a sound of "Boom" and "Ouch". The shopkeeper and the waiter must have received a lot of punches from this man.

Everyone on the third floor was startled, who is so closed-eyed?To die.

Jia Lian heard the voice slightly familiar, hey, isn't this Xue Da fool?

He looked up and saw that Xue Pan had almost reached the third floor, showing half of his body looking at this side, Yinzhi and Yinzhen frowned, and the guards brought by the two third elder brothers were about to stop people——

But Xue Pan's eyes are good, and he saw Jia Lian immediately.

"I said who booked the venue, it turned out to be Lian's second brother." Xue Pan shouted.

The guard stopped and looked back at Yinzhi, Yinzhi waved his hand, and they retreated.

Xue Pan came up smoothly, and at first glance, there were quite a lot of people.

"Second Brother Lian, who are you dating..." After finishing speaking, he smiled foolishly, and grinned casually, "Why haven't I seen Second Brother Lian go to Chunfeng Tower for a while, is it because my cousin is very harsh. It's okay, I'll invite my second brother to go today..." Before he finished speaking, Yinzhen threw the teacup in his hand and knocked it on his head.

With a bang, the teacup rolled to the ground, Xue Pan's face was covered with water stains and tea powder, and his forehead was even opened.

Xue Pan froze for a moment, then stretched out his hand to wipe it, seeing blood on his finger, he couldn't help being surprised, then looked at Jia Lian, and then at the man who was sitting across from him who was raising his hand and throwing the teacup.

If Jia Lian threw it, Xue Pan could still ask "why is this so", but this is a stranger who opened the spoon for no reason, Xue Pan was so angry that he rushed over to beat Yinzhen——

Yinzhen was still in a daze, he was still holding the right hand that threw the teacup, feeling baffled in his heart.

He didn't want to hit someone with a teacup!