Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 388: Second visit to Huafang

Two days after the banditry in Jinling occurred, the Qinhuai River returned to its former hustle and bustle.

It seems that he was frightened two days ago. Many scholars, officials, and gentry swarmed to the Qinhuai River to drink and have fun.

The water of the Qinhuai River, condensed with gold powder from the Six Dynasties, is deep blue, thick but not greasy.

The moonlight and lamp shadows were chopped into pieces by the oars in the river, flickering and dancing with brilliant silver light.

On the boat that was going back and forth, laughter, singing, the sound of silk and bamboo orchestra, the fragrance of wine, vegetables, and daughter's powder blew in the night wind, making everyone feel drunk.

A handsome young man wearing a scarf, a sword, and a sky-blue brocade shirt with bird patterns and clouds, accompanied by several guards, set foot on the largest painted boat in the Qinhuai River, the Yanyu Boat.

"Hey, this young master, please come upstairs." Mr. Turtle has a good eye and hurriedly leads Jia Cong to the top floor of the painting boat.

Those who can stand up to the Qinhuai River Boat Painting are not ordinary people, and those who dare to board the Misty Rain Boat are even rarer. What's more, this young man has so many guards, he is obviously the son of a wealthy family.

"No one else is allowed to get in." Yan Shuangying pushed a stack of banknotes to the madam.

The madam was overjoyed to meet a rich master and hurriedly agreed, saying with a smile: "Don't worry, sir, we'll set sail now. Otherwise, if you guys are stubborn down there, I'll arrange some good girls for you."

"No need." Yan Shuangying and more than ten guards were guarding the lower level with their swords pressed.

Jia Cong climbed up to the top floor. He glanced up and saw that there were only a dozen or so people sitting in the cabin. It was obviously a high-end entertainment venue and not as lively as the two floors below.

"Sir, please take a seat." The beautiful woman in her seventeen or eighteen years old stood up and greeted him with a smile.

"I've met Mr. Yu, so don't worry about it. Mr. Pang and I will just squeeze in."

Jia Cong glanced at Yu Qianning, the head of the eight famous prostitutes in Qinhuai River, smiled slightly, left the empty seat next to her, and ran to Pang Chao without any courtesy, sitting on the floor next to him.

Now he is used to seeing beauties, and he is used to beauties. No matter how beautiful a woman is, he can get it at his fingertips. In addition, he has other important things to do tonight, so Jia Cong does not pay attention to Yu Jia Cong, who is even more beautiful than Qin Huai.

Yu Qianning was slightly stunned. No one had ever refused her invitation. Did this young man do it on purpose?

She had been in the entertainment scene for a long time and met countless people, but she didn't take it seriously. She sat down with a smile and chatted and laughed with everyone to warm up the scene.

After a while, the painting boat swung out of the pier and floated on the Qinhuai River. A group of kabuki and musicians in bold costumes came up to perform, marking the official start of tonight's romantic time.

The atmosphere in the cabin suddenly became ambiguous, with people drinking, talking, laughing, and cheering.

Jia Congzhi was not here, he just looked at Pang Chao and said with a smile: "Mr. Pang, what a coincidence."

He had already investigated clearly that Pang Chao, as a famous scholar in Jinling, would occasionally visit Fengyuechang and sing poems with others.

Pang Chao smiled bitterly, knowing Jia Cong's purpose, and said: "I have always heard of the reputation of a talented man under my feet, and tonight is the time to show off my talents."

Several young and middle-aged celebrities nearby said hurriedly: "Brother Go Go, this little friend hasn't been introduced yet."

Pang Chao said helplessly: "This friend is a scholar who came here from the Imperial Academy in Shenjing to study. His surname is Jia, and his name is Baoyu."

"Ah, it turns out to be Brother Baoyu, whom I have admired for a long time." Everyone smiled and held their hands.

Jia Cong chuckled and returned the courtesy: "You're welcome."

A famous man in green shirt smiled and said: "I have heard for a long time that there are four major leaders in Shenjing, but I have never seen them. How do you think they compare to the Yu family?"

Jia Cong looked at Yu Qianning carefully and said with a smile: "In my humble opinion, the spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums are all good at winning."

Everyone laughed, a little disbelieving. After all, Yu Jiaren was the most beautiful Qinhuai River oiran.

Jia Cong was too lazy to pay attention to them and whispered: "Mr. Pang, Cong has read Mr. Pang's masterpieces these past two days and is deeply impressed by them.

If you, a dragon among men like Mr., cannot help the world, you will be wasting all the natural resources. "

"Oh? What did you read?" Pang Chao said.

"Standing up one's own profession is to guide officials to learn from others, and stopping accepting officials is to clear one's official career.

Officials who have been appointed for a long time will be successful in their duties, train and select sergeants to avoid recruitment, drive out yellow dogs to bring food to the four people, take charge of prefectures and counties, and also raise wealth and teach envoys as a ritual.

The land was equalized and Ding sent Ding Chai to impoverish the state, and the officials from all over the world invaded and fished, and made them cowardly and traitors, and punished them with no mercy...

Mr. Wang has the talent to help the world and the people, but also has the world in mind. He never shunned the sword and urged the Holy Emperor to cheer up. Why did he abandon billions of people and only care about the mountains and rivers? "Jia Cong said.

Pang Chao was silent for a long time, shook his head and said: "Just a few blunt words, only bold but no great talent.

Besides, there are so many talented people in the world. If there are more talents than one person, they will not be enough. If there are few talents, there will be no more than one person. What is the harm if the talents are retired to the world? What's the point of being an official in the world?

Today in the Feng Yue field, we only talk about Feng Yue. Chao Xin is dead. I hope you won’t say anything more. "

"You..." Damn it, Jia Cong cursed secretly. He had nothing to say to this stubborn old man, so he spoke more bluntly.

"What you said is true. The world is so big, and it doesn't make much difference whether you are in the imperial class or not.

But if Cong doesn’t have a husband by his side, it’s like a man without a soul or a fish without water. He’s in danger. I beg you to have mercy on him and save his life. "

Pang Chao laughed when he heard this: "Your Excellency is honest, but the sage said, don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you.

How can I bear to seize the freedom of transcendence for my own selfish gain? Losing the joy of transcending mountains and rivers is like a man without a soul or a fish without water. "

Jia Cong was speechless, his patience gradually exhausted, and he frowned and said: "If you, sir, are willing to help us, Cong will guarantee that the Raozhou Pang family will prosper and be safe."

Pang Chao was born in the Pang family in Raozhou, Jiangxi, and was also a prominent local family. Jia Cong's words seemed to be conditional, but secretly they were threatening.

Pang Chao frowned when he heard this and said solemnly: "Your Excellency, how do you think about yourself? How do you treat the Supreme Emperor?"

Jia Cong opened his mouth, speechless. Does this mean that I am not even afraid of the Supreme Emperor? Are you afraid of your threat? This is really the truth.

He smiled helplessly and cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Cong Guzhi is unyielding and unyielding. His words are incomprehensible and there is no intention to offend. Please forgive me.

I really love my husband's talent and character, so I had no choice but to take this step.

No matter what, I just hope that for the sake of Cong's sincerity, Mr. Cong will grant me one more visit. If Cong can't convince Mr. Cong, he will just leave without saying a word. "

Pang Chao pondered for a moment, then nodded and said: "I have heard for a long time that your literary talent is astonishing. I will order everyone to compose poems later, and the one who likes it will be the guest of honor tonight."

If you don't write poems, but scribble a few words at random, but you can get the meaning, how about discussing it with you again? "

Jia Cong frowned. This was too harsh. Even if he didn't write poems and sang a love song again, he should still be able to win.

But he also said that he wanted to write something, and that he could surpass others with his written words. Obviously, he didn't want to rely on other skills to win. He wanted to give up before the difficulties.

If you don’t write poetry, what else can you write? Damn it, why do famous prostitutes all over the world like to use this trick, deceptive poetry.

However, Jia Cong was not one to shy away from difficulties. He nodded slowly and said, "It's a deal."

Pang Chao smiled slightly.

After sitting for about an hour, it finally came to an end. Yu Qianning ordered the girl to bring pen and ink and said with a smile: "I wonder if all the gentlemen and young masters are interested in composing poems tonight?"

"It's my wish, but I don't dare to ask my ears." Everyone hurriedly said, just because of this.

Although we can't kiss Fangze, it's a very honorable thing to talk about it with the Yu family during the long night, playing the piano and singing. Pang Chao glanced at Jia Cong and said with a smile, "Please."

"Sir, please." Jia Cong said.

"Don't blame Chao for this little plan. If you write poetry, why would I dare to write it?" Pang Chao said with a smile.

"Sir, you are too modest." Jia Cong said with a smile. Scholars are despicable and shameless.

Everyone was obviously well prepared, and all of them were quick-thinking and ready to write.

Pang Chao wrote a poem casually, but when he saw that Jia Cong had also finished writing, he quickly folded the paper and refused to show it to him.

He couldn't help but burst into laughter and said, "Chao is a little curious. If the most talented man in the world doesn't write poetry, what can he write?"

Jia Cong smiled and said, "We'll find out later."

The girl put everyone's poems on a tray and presented them to Yu Qianning.

I saw Yu Qianning picking up a poem and chanting: "The white clouds on the sea are like white waves, and the moon is helpless at the end of the world. I know that tonight in the boudoir, I will shed more tears than I will at the end of the world."

After pondering for a moment, Yu Qianning said with a smile: "Master Zhao is very talented in writing and is very good at writing about his daughter's family's thoughts. A good man has ambitions everywhere, so why should he shed tears?"

Mr. Zhao smiled and said, "How can I not be sad if I can't see you again?"

Everyone laughed and said, "It makes sense, it makes sense."

Yu Qianning pursed her lips and smiled: "Master Zhao knows how to make me happy."

"But if there is half a word of lies, the world will be disgusted with it." Mr. Zhao said seriously.

Jia Cong curled his lips, thinking that being a prostitute would be so fake. Are these famous prostitutes country girls who have never seen the world?

"Mr. Zhao's words are serious. You must not take me as a concubine." Yu Qianning smiled slightly, picked up another piece of paper, and chanted a poem:

"The rocks are rippled by waves, and I feel the river is getting thinner. The wrasse are flying under the canoe, and the flowing water is falling behind the canoe. A piece of sand is shallow and shallow. The red grass is beautiful in the wind.

Ji Renqing solves the problem between his eyebrows. Take advantage of the warm water to rinse the river. I don't know what happened, but I wonder who is traveling in this universe? The dreamer Cen Cen met sadly. Drunk till the end of time. "

"Okay, good one, but whose universe is this travel to?"

"What a drunk man. Brother Zhou's writing power has become more powerful." Everyone praised.

Yu Qianning also smiled and said: "Master Zhou has really made great progress."

Mr. Zhou waved his hand and said humbly: "It's graffiti that makes people laugh."

"It's too modest, it's too modest."

I read a few more poems, and they were all top-notch, and everyone applauded them with applause.

Pang Chao smiled and said, "Are you confident in winning the heart of this beauty?"

Jia Cong was also a little nervous, and said with a dry smile: "Do your best and listen to fate." He was secretly thinking about how he would defeat all his competitors later if he failed.

Finally picking up the last piece of paper, Jia Cong did this intentionally and secretly stuffed his own paper at the bottom in order to make a contribution.

Yu Qianning opened it and took a look, slightly stunned, and then couldn't help but cover her mouth and smile. With eyes as bright and clear as the soft waves of the Qinhuai River, she gave Jia Cong a flirtatious look.

He smiled and said, "Master Baoyu is quite original."

Jia Cong gritted his teeth and said with a smile: "The young man can't compose poetry. He just expresses his feelings and expresses them in writing. I hope you are not surprised."

"You may wish to read out what you wrote, and I will comment on it together." Everyone said anxiously.

Could it be that this guy wrote something obscene and wanted to take a different approach?

Yu Qianning gave him a smile and said softly: "I have blown the evening breeze that you have blown, so do we embrace each other?"

"I promised to write poetry, but what does that mean? It's inappropriate."

"Crude words in the market blaspheme everyone."

"You're right, Brother Baoyu is too scheming to take advantage of others."

"Yes, please ask Brother Baoyu to make another song again."

Everyone spoke in disbelief.

Yu Qianning watched Jia Cong being surrounded, pursed her lips and smiled without saying a word, but said, "Mr. Pang, do you think this sentence is poetry?"

Pang Chao smiled and said: "What I'm saying doesn't count, everyone still needs to judge."

Jia Cong hurriedly said: "Everyone has a keen eye, so I will naturally be convinced."

As he spoke, he didn't care whether the other party could understand or not, and winked at Yu Qianning, "You will regret it if you don't choose me."

Yu Qianning's heart moved, and she said with a smile: "Although this sentence is not a poem, it is indeed quite poetic, and it is the only one I have ever seen in my life. Tonight, it can be considered that Master Baoyu has won by surprise. Do you have any objection?"

Everyone smiled bitterly: "We are convinced."

The boat has docked, and everyone is getting off the boat and leaving.

Jia Cong stopped Pang Chao and said with a smile, "Sir, how do you do?"

Pang Chao cupped his hands and said with a smile: "I'm willing to admit defeat. See you at the same place tomorrow, how about that?"

"Why bother tomorrow? Tonight is a beautiful day with beautiful scenery and a beautiful woman. Isn't it the right time?" Jia Cong said.

Pang Chao was stunned: "Here?"

"Why not?" Jia Cong smiled slightly and said to Yu Qianning: "I'll let you use your boudoir. I'll talk to Mr. Pang for a few words and then leave."

After saying that, he pulled Pang Chao and pushed open a large cabin at the stern of the ship, entering the inner room where Yu Qianning was alone to receive guests. Behind the bead curtain was the boudoir where she usually lived.

Yu Qianning was dumbfounded, ashamed and angry. She was the first of the eight beauties of Qinhuai, and the oiran who countless people were vying to meet had actually become a bet for these two people.

Suddenly Jia Cong ran out again and said with a smile, "Please make a pot of tea."

Yu Qianning stamped her feet and said angrily: "You, you bullied me too much, why did you humiliate me so lightly?" She never imagined that someone would use her as a maid to serve tea and water.

Jia Cong laughed dumbly, hugged her over, squeezed her round and straight buttocks hard, and said, "It's a big fuss, so hurry up and go."

Yu Qianning screamed, desperately broke away from Jia Cong's arms, and said angrily: "Beast! Shameless!"

Jia Cong laughed, took out a famous post from his sleeve and threw it on the table, saying: "I owe you a favor, I give you this post." After that, he turned around and went in.

Yu Qianning spat, "Only ghosts care about your things, but couldn't help but be curious. She walked over and took a look, but saw the post saying:

The commander of the first-class Dang Koubo Jinyi Guards worshiped the god Jia Cong

ah! It's him!

(End of this chapter)