Jia Yujing of Red Mansion

Chapter 28 Breaking through Lanqiao
Wang Yu didn't know the purpose of Prince Jia's visit, so he went up to him with a headache.

Before he could speak, King Jia cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Haha, Mr. Wang, I came uninvited, please forgive me for being presumptuous.

But my Suiyuan is right next to it, so I can be considered a half-landowner.

Mr. Wang is holding a poetry meeting here today. How can I not show my friendship as a landlord?

This time I brought Yan Zhenqing's "Huzhou Tie", which can be regarded as a good addition to the poetry meeting. "

When Wang Yu heard that Prince Jia was here to express his goodwill, he smiled and saluted: "It's a blessing for the Wang family that Your Majesty can come. Please come with me."

The island is not big, and everyone in the pavilion had already seen it when Prince Jia disembarked.

Prince Gong glanced at Wang Mu who was standing aside, and said with a smile: "Mr. Jiechuan, my nephew is too Meng Lang."

Wang Mu said nonchalantly: "Prince Jia has good intentions, why did Meng Lang say that I went out to welcome you."

Prince Gong said hurriedly: "Hey, how can Mr. Jiechuan go to greet him? How can he have such a great reputation?"

Prince Lian stood up and said, "Public Security Officer Jiechuan is sitting down while I go to greet Third Brother."

King Jia followed King Lian to the pavilion, and everyone finished the ceremony.

He said to Wang Mu who was sitting in the center: "Xiao Wang was overjoyed when he heard that Duke Jiechuan was organizing a poetry gathering here.

I took the liberty to come here, but I hope you won’t be surprised. "

Wang Mu waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter, didn't Prince Jia also bring a generous gift?

Yan Zhenqing's "Huzhou Tie" is also a rare masterpiece of calligraphy, which is an eye-opener for us. "

Prince Gong said to Prince Jia: "Okay, it's time for the poetry meeting to begin. You should also take a seat."

Mr. Ouyang He of Xishan said with a smile: "I have lived for more than 70 years and have experienced countless poetry gatherings.

When I think of it, I can still remember the West Lake Literary Conference held when Kong Yutang went south to Hangzhou to give lectures 30 years ago.

I don’t know that today’s poetry meeting may allow me to leave with a lot of fun. "

The Minister of Etiquette, Sheng Guijin, stroked his beard and said: "I heard that many young talents from the Sanfu Land have come this time. This time it must be a battle between dragons and tigers."

Wang Mu smiled and said: "Then let's start with the first three levels. Do you have anything to suggest?"

Li Shirui said: "Then let me start the discussion first.

Today is the Double Ninth Festival, so the first question will be about the Double Ninth Festival. "

Sheng Jianbin smiled and said: "Then I will give you the second one. It is necessary to enjoy chrysanthemums during the Double Ninth Festival, so let's use chrysanthemums as the theme."

Prince Gong continued: "The questions you two asked are too common, I have to embarrass those young talents.

I think about it, um... how about the third level being titled Qiu Si. "

Li Shirui said: "Haha, Your Majesty, this question is very clever. It will take a lot of effort from the students outside."

"Okay, then let's use this as the title of the three levels, and I'll wait for the masterpiece."

Wang Mu ordered his servants to send the three questions down and hang them on the flags standing in front of each pass.

The huge font allows people on the shore to read it clearly.

Many people who wanted to watch the excitement gathered around the bridge, and students who planned to compete immediately began to think.

The first two questions "Double Ninth Festival" and "Chrysanthemum" are easy to win, and many people have prepared in advance.

Only the last question, "Autumn Thoughts," is relatively difficult. Most people have to compose the poem on the spot.

Because you have to pass three levels in a row before you can enter the infield, it is useless to just write the first two poems.

However, there were still some people who had solved the problem in advance, or who were in a hurry, and began to gather in front of Lanqiao to prepare for the test.

The bridge is surrounded by a bamboo fence, leaving only one entrance for people to enter.

A young student stood out from the crowd first. He raised his hands to everyone and said, "Brothers, I invite you. My younger brother, Zhang Xu from Tongxian County, has taken the lead."

The crowd of onlookers burst into cheers, cheering for the young man who had taken the lead.

Zhang Xu walked into Lanqiao. The first level was not far from the shore. Soon he stood in front of the examiners and began to recite.

“Yellow flowers and purple chrysanthemums fall by the fence, picking chrysanthemums and drinking wine to love the new fragrance.

I couldn't bear to miss my hometown today, so I forced myself to plant dogwood trees to accompany everyone. "

This student named Zhang Mian dared to be the first to come out, obviously he was well prepared.

This poem successfully passed the test and attracted another round of applause.

Then people began to appear one after another. Some passed the test successfully, but more were eliminated by the examiner.

The requirements for the guests at this poetry gathering are quite high, and not just those with fluent words and sentences can pass the test.

The poems that pass the test are all outstanding, either with beautiful diction or profound ideas, or at least with some new ideas.

When a masterpiece appears in the first three levels, the examiner will have the poem copied and sent to the infield for everyone to appreciate.The guests drank tea, ate fruits and enjoyed the beautiful scenery.

From time to time, I can read one or two excellent works, which is really very pleasant.

Time passed, the sun gradually set in the west, and most of the seats outside the Moon Pavilion were occupied, with only a dozen seats left.

At this time, Jia Qiong Shiran got off the boat and walked towards Lanqiao amidst the cheers of the crowd.

Jia Qiong, who is only ten years old, is very conspicuous among a group of contestants who are 30, [-] or even [-] or [-] years old. Everyone pays attention to her.

"Can such a young child come to the poetry meeting?"

"I guess he can't even pass one level."

"Not necessarily, maybe he is a child prodigy."

……

Amid everyone's discussion, Jia Qiong walked to the first level.

He bowed his hands and saluted the five examiners and said: "Student Jia Qiong, I would like to pay my respects to you all."

There was an exclamation from the crowd of onlookers, and it was obvious that they all knew Jia Qiong's name.

"It turned out to be a little prodigy. I said how dare you come to participate in the poetry meeting."

"Sure enough, he has an extraordinary temperament, which is not comparable to that of ordinary children."

"I heard rumors that his poems were written by someone else."

"It seems that the rumors are untrue. If he doesn't have real talent and learning, how dare he make a fool of himself."

The onlookers were talking a lot, but the examiners were all in high spirits.

Zhu Chen, the right minister of the Ministry of Rites, said with a smile: "Our prodigy from Chang'an City is here. Please tell me if you have any masterpieces."

"Yes, the student has made a fool of himself.

On September [-]th, I looked out over the mountains and rivers, returning to my heart and looking at the accumulated wind and smoke.

Let’s drink golden flower wine together in a foreign country, and feel the sorrow of the wild geese together thousands of miles away. "

"Nice poem!"

"Jia Shentong is really good!"

……

Amid the roaring applause of everyone, Jia Qiong passed the first level and continued to move forward.

And his poems were quickly sent to Lanyue Pavilion.

The judges had just heard the cheers and were already waiting eagerly. Prince Lian took the paper from the boy's hand and started reading.

“On September [-]th, I look out at the mountains and rivers, return to my heart and look at the accumulated wind and smoke.

Drinking golden flower wine in other countries, thousands of miles are in the same sadness.

What a poem. Who wrote this? "

The boy replied: "It's Master Jia Qiong."

"It turns out it was a little prodigy who did it, no wonder." Prince Lian.

Li Shirui praised: "Well, this poem is indeed good and can be considered a masterpiece."

Sheng Jianjian also said: "It's really good. Being able to write this kind of poem at the age of ten is worthy of the name of a child prodigy."

Before everyone had finished the discussion, another boy ran over and said, "This is a chrysanthemum poem written by Mr. Jia."

"Oh, this is another masterpiece, show it to me."

Prince Gong took the paper from the boy's hand, glanced at it, and said in amazement: "Good poem, good integrity! This poem is not inferior to Mo Mei."

Ouyang He said with a smile: "Prince Gong, how can I have a good poem to myself?"

"Haha, what Mr. Xishan said is, let me read it to everyone.

Flowers do not bloom together with hundreds of flowers, and independent hedges are not exhausted.

I would rather die holding the fragrance on the branches than blow it down in the north wind. "Prince Gong read it out loud, which was full of emotion and emotion.

Ouyang He praised: "It is indeed a masterpiece. This poem can be called my first poem about chrysanthemums."

Li Shirui shook his head and sighed: "It's really unimaginable that this poem was written by a ten-year-old child.

Compared with Jia Qiong, all the poems I wrote before should have been burned. "

Just as everyone was admiring, another boy hurried over.

Everyone looked at him in surprise. Could it be that Jia Qiong has another masterpiece?
(End of this chapter)