dream of red mansion

Qian Jingrun is a teacher that Jia Qing respects very much. For his sake, as long as this Wude brother doesn't mess with him in the future, he doesn't have to "step on" him anymore.

Zhao Siye waved his hand and said without hesitation: "It's nothing, we're going to talk about our own business. Well, we've been talking for so long, they can't wait."

Exactly, the people below saw that after Zhao Siye read Jia Qing's poem, he only praised it, and then copied it in his hand without preaching. They just continued with Jia Qing for a long time, and they were already a little impatient. up.Seeing that they had finally finished speaking, they all cheered up immediately.

Zhao Siye slowly opened Jia Qing's poem, and read in his aged and vigorous voice:

"I heard that the generals and soldiers of the three armies marched north.

The day is slanting with mighty sorrow

Yin whip east pointing to the end of the world

Luohong is not a heartless thing

Turn into spring mud to protect flowers"

......

"You, you, even if you don't make a name for yourself, you will become a blockbuster, but you are too impressive...I don't know how to describe it."

At the gate of the Imperial College, Zhang Ziwen complained to Jia Qing.

"It's a fluke, a fluke." Jia Qing said with a grin.

Zhang Ziwen looked helplessly at Jia Qing, who had a hippie smile on his face, and began to doubt his academic performance for so many years. There are monsters in this world!

"Forget it, I told you to go see the teacher and if you didn't go, I won't tell you. I'll go back and report to you first."

Zhang Ziwen bowed his hands and turned around to go back.

Jia Qing also returned to Ningguo Mansion by car under the escort of Li Yan and others.

……

The Nanjing Cultural Association is both a grand event and a government-run event, the purpose of which is to promote the character of the literati.Therefore, dozens of copies will be copied for any works made in the literary society that are listed as excellent by the general judging group, and will be sent by special personnel to various important squares and cities in the city to be posted at the gates of the city, so that scholars who have not been invited and The people in the city read it together.

With the population density and complexity of Jinling City, it is really possible to become famous all over the world!

In front of Wendefang, under the archway, a large group of people gathered.

Most of these people are students from various private schools, ordinary students from Yingtianfu School, or traders who hang around here.

Although they are not qualified to participate in the literary society, in the eyes of most people, they are still figures of the upper class, and they are respected and educated people walking on the ten miles and eight streets.

At this time, they were discussing in full swing the excellent works that had been screened out by the Ministry of Rituals pasted on the list. If they couldn't discuss it, it often turned into an argument, which made the atmosphere even more heated.

"here we go again……"

A pair of yamen servants galloped by, stopped halfway, and came towards this side with a piece of paper.

The onlookers hurriedly gave way, and waited for them to post up neatly before surrounding them again.

"Hey, why is there only one poem this time?"

One person spoke out.Gein used to pass on several works at the same time, but he has never passed on a single poem like this!

"It can't be that the literary meeting is coming to an end, it's finally passed..."

"Why don't you care about that, hurry up and read what's written on it!"

As a result, the scene was rare and quiet, and a person in the front helped everyone recite the above content.After he finished reading, within a short while, various noises began to appear again.

"Wonderful!"

"'Luohong is not a ruthless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers' is absolutely perfect..."

"After listening to this poem, I really want to be like those soldiers in the Northern Expedition, put on armor and go into battle, defending my home and country, even if I'm shrouded in horse leather!"

……

The discussion began to spread with a degree of enthusiasm that was not there before, until a voice asked: "The author's name is Jia Qing? Who is this Jia Qing? Why haven't I heard of it?"

"I don't know, but to be able to write such good poems, he must not be an ordinary person, but must be a master of poetry!"

Many people have never heard of Jia Qing's name, but fortunately, someone at the front clarified the confusion: "It says on it that he is not from Jiangnan, but a supervisor of Bei Guo Zi Jian!"

"It's actually a member of the Beijian. It seems that the Beijian is going to make a big splash at the Jiangnan Cultural Association this time."

As soon as this person finished speaking, another voice said: "Jia Qing, the North Supervisor? I remember that there was a list yesterday, and it was absolutely wonderful. That person seems to be called Jia Qing..."

"Yes, yes, I remembered when you said that, and many people applauded at that time.

I still remember that pair, listen to me and tell everyone..."

Not long after, similar scenes appeared in all major cities in Nanjing, and the person in question was also the same person...

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Leye Street, Qingfeng Lane, Xue Mansion.

In a plainly furnished boudoir, a young girl stood by the window.

She was wearing a beige thin jacket, a rose-purple shawl gown, and a yellow skirt with a border.She looked only in her teens, but her muscles and bones were shiny and smooth, her eyes were like apricots, her lips were not pimple but red, and her eyebrows were not painted but green.

Holding a scroll in his hand, looking at the beautiful peach blossoms blooming outside the window, he sighed softly:

"Luohong is not a ruthless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers. What kind of mood should it be to write such a poem..."

A woman came in accompanied by two maidservants. The girl looked back and hurriedly took two steps forward to say hello: "Mom is here."

"What are you looking at, but there are good works in Wenhui?"

The woman knew that her daughter was paying attention to the Jiangnan Literature Society, so someone brought her manuscripts for the society from outside.

The girl said: "That's right, Mom just happens to have a look."

As he spoke, he naturally handed the scroll to the woman.

"Jia Qing?"

The woman took it and unfolded it, first glanced at the signature, then said unconsciously, and looked at the girl in surprise.

Seeing the girl nodding, she forcibly suppressed other thoughts and bowed her head to read the poem.

After taking a breath, the woman put away the manuscript and exclaimed: "Amazing, I never thought he could do something like this, what your aunt said in the letter is absolutely right!

It is said that people like us live in a rich and honorable life, and it is difficult for the younger generations to match the virtues of the ancestors. Now seeing this brother's behavior style, he has a heart, and it is a sign of going back to his ancestors! "