The Red Chamber: My Stunning Confidante with a Variety of Styles

Jia Jue looked at the skyrocketing emotional value, and suddenly felt a little reluctant in her heart. It would be a pity if it ended like this.

Just when he was thinking about how to delay the competition, He Qingfeng, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke:

"This poem is indeed a masterpiece of the ages, but..."

Jia Jue's heart moved when he heard the words, and he quickly asked, "Just what? Please also ask Mr. He to make it clear."

After he finished speaking, he looked at him expectantly, old man, you can think of a better reason to delay the game.

He Qingfeng glanced at him and said lightly: "In this poem, the poet drinks and sings loudly, and uses alcohol to relieve his sorrow, expressing his deep sorrow and anger in his life. The poem is intertwined with feelings of disappointment and self-confidence, grief and anger, and resistance, reflecting a strong sense of pride. The wild personality is truly a masterpiece of the ages. However, Jia Gongzi has not yet reached the weak crown, how can he have such life experience and emotion?"

He did not start from the poem itself, but from Jia Jue, feeling that Jia Jue was too young to write such a poem.

Zhao Lei's eyes lit up when he heard the words, as if he had seen a life-saving straw, and he nodded quickly: "Yes, he is young, and he does not have two doors to open the door. Where did all these insights come from, they must be stolen by others!"

Everyone frowned when they heard the words, Zhao Bin took the lead and said:

"Mr. He, just based on his young age and lack of experience, he concluded that this work was not written by Jia Gongzi. I'm afraid it's inappropriate, right?"

Qingxuan also continued: "Jia Gongzi is in adversity, why can't he write such poems? Besides, does poetry have to be something that must be experienced in person?"

He Qingfeng shook his head: "This is not enough."

Qing Xuan and Zhao Bin frowned together, and they couldn't give strong evidence to convince others.

Seeing this, Liu Tian said yin and yang angrily: "Boss, your words are too arbitrary, you just want to put the name 'Written Thief' on Jia Gongzi's head with only one sentence of lack of experience? Such a masterpiece of the ages has been handed over to others to steal?"

Everyone's heart is awe-inspiring, but all scholars pay great attention to reputation. If he gets the title of "literary thief", his life will be ruined. The examiner will select a thief.

And what Liu Tian said was not wrong. Who would steal such a masterpiece?
He Qingfeng's face was full of indifference: "My lord, husband Liu, don't worry, this old man just expressed his doubts, and he didn't think that Jia Gongzi used someone else's work."

By the way, the husband here means "father-in-law", which is the honorary title given to the eunuch in the palace by the people.

"Oh, if this poem was written by Zheng Yun, you wouldn't ask that, right?" Liu Tian sneered.

He Qingfeng still looked calm: "Husband Liu, this old man is just expressing his doubts, he has no other intentions."

"Haha." Liu Tian still sneered.

Seeing that the atmosphere between the two of them became more and more stiff, everyone frowned. Both sides insisted on this kind of thing, and there was no evidence, and they didn't know who to listen to.

At this moment, Jia Jue asked He Qingfeng, "According to Mr. He, how can I prove that I have the ability to write poetry?"

He Qingfeng glanced at him, thought about it, and said, "Just write another poem of the same level."

hiss!
Everyone took a deep breath when they heard the words.

Do another poem of the same level?

Still "can"?
Ordinary people will never be able to compose a masterpiece in a lifetime, let alone a poem of the same theme.

It's like someone in the future who gets [-] percent in basketball, but he wants others to get another [-] percent.

Phenomenal performance and phenomenal works can be found wherever you want.

This is clearly difficult for the strong.

Jia Zheng finally couldn't sit still at this time, and he immediately said: "The old man's words are not good. How can such a masterpiece of the ages be said to exist?"

He Qingfeng smiled: "Besides, this old man can't think of a good way, why don't Cunzhou (Jia Zheng) think of one?"

His meaning is very simple, either you make another song, or you don't mention it.

Jia Zheng's face turned pale with anger, but he really had nothing to say. How to prove this?

This in itself is an impossible thing to do.

Zhu Qi and others were slightly critical of He Qingfeng's approach, but he was their teacher after all, so they could only temporarily press their own thoughts.

Qing Xuan and Zhao Bin were not scholars, their words had no weight at all, and He Qingfeng ignored them at all.

Seeing the current situation, Zhao Lei and Zheng Yun both showed joyful expressions, which gave them a sense of survival.

As long as Jia Jue can't produce the same level of poetry, then they are not lost. In the end, after the two sides argue, it is estimated that they will have to compare it again, or even not to compare the poetry, which is equivalent to giving them a chance to turn the tables.

Zhao Lei glanced at Jia Jue angrily, making you crazy, now you're blind?
Qing Xuan sighed and glanced at Jia Jue apologetically. She believed in him and was willing to speak for him.

Too bad she couldn't help him.

On the contrary, the little eunuch behind Liu Tian looked at He Qingfeng with some dissatisfaction, as if he was about to ask his teacher for guilt, but Liu Tian stopped him with his eyes.

At this moment, Jia Jue suddenly smiled and said, "Okay, what the boss said is very true, then I will write another song, and ask the boss to listen carefully."

what?
Hearing this, everyone looked at him with astonishment.

Make another song?Are you serious?If your writing is not good enough, doesn't it mean that you did not write this poem?

This is self-exposing its shortness!
"Is this true?" Even He Qingfeng looked at him with strange eyes.

Under the surprised eyes of everyone, Jia Jue smiled lightly: "Yes, seriously."

These words made Zhao Lei and Zheng Yun show excited smiles. In their opinion, Jia Jue was ill, and he wanted to give up the current good situation.

"Okay!" He Qingfeng stroked his beard and smiled, "Then ask Jia Gongzi to make another song."

Jia Jue smiled lightly, took another sip of wine, and then said aloud:
"Whoever abandons me shall not stay in the day of yesterday;
Those who disturb my heart are so troubled today.

The long wind sends Qiuyan for thousands of miles, and you can enjoy high-rise buildings.Penglai's article builds the bones, and Xiao Xie clears his hair in the middle.

All of them are eager to fly, and they want to go up to the blue sky and embrace the bright moon.Draw a knife and cut off the water, the water will flow more, raise a glass to eliminate sorrow and worry.

Life is unsatisfactory in this world, and the Ming Dynasty distributed a flat boat. "

The voice fell, and the audience was dead silent again, everyone was stunned again, just like when they heard "Will Enter the Wine" just now, their eyes were completely incredible.

In the sluggishness of the crowd, Jia Jue smiled at He Qingfeng and said, "Boss, don't you still believe it? I can still write a few more songs, do you want to listen to it, boss?"