Red Mansion Jia Lan: Do you want to run away tonight to visit your relatives? Chapter Thirty-Nine The storyteller is angry again in the Tang Dynasty. Yun comes to the banquet and is startled by his words.
Chapter Thirty-Nine The storyteller is angry again in the Tang Dynasty. Yun comes to the banquet and is startled by his words.
After hearing this, Fang Tangjing and others immediately did not dare to say anything.
Nonsense, no matter the big list or the small list, they are all the rankings listed after the academic evaluation. Fang Tangjing is a master of academics, so he only targets Jia Lan and does not mention anything else. Furthermore, they all know in their hearts that Jia Lan’s article has a very serious intention.
It is novel, but it does not break away from the scope of "The Analects of Confucius", and finally ends with the words of the sage.
Someone tried to smooth things over: "As Brother Fang said just now, Jialan is indeed talented, but he comes from a wealthy family, and after all, he can't get along with me and others from a humble family. Gentlemen are not party-goers, so we just encourage ourselves." p>
"Well said! Drink!" Fang Tangjing suddenly felt that this man was very kind, so he raised his glass and took another sip.
"Everyone!" The storyteller hadn't finished speaking yet. "Although Xiao Anshou has not been on the poetry list, he is quite talented in poetry. He wrote "Enlightenment of Rhythm" at a young age. Last month in the palace,
The imperial concubine and the empress are planning to marry each other, and the small cases are also masterpieces one after another."
After that, he read out more than a dozen poems that had been circulated during the wedding ceremony in Rongguo Mansion. What was even better was that this person was very eloquent. He not only read poems, but also described the scenery in the Grand View Garden one by one.
There were cigarette smoke everywhere, colorful flowers, and lights reflecting each other. It was an indescribable peaceful scene. The audience was so intoxicated that even Fang Tangjing and others put down their wine glasses and listened carefully.
Fang Tangjing was really envious and jealous after hearing about the prosperity of the Grand View Garden. His Fang family in Hejian Mansion relied on the benefits of the canal to make goods from the north to the south. To be proud of it, they were considered rich, but compared to the Grand View Garden, it was really...
Licking the tip of the nose with the tongue—a big difference.
He said angrily: "These frivolous words and colorful subjects are just literary and historical reveries, lingering around drinking and drinking, and it is difficult to enter the elegant hall."
Although everyone still applauded, they did not dare to join in. This was a royal concubine's wedding invitation, and it was a matter of royal dignity.
An audience member in the atrium cheered: "Old man Shu, are these the only ones? Didn't you already say that ten days ago!"
At this time, a few idle men came out and looked at the old storyteller with good intentions: "Have you received any gift money from me for your efforts to publicize the young master of the Jia family?"
"Definitely!" Fang Tangjing usually despised these hooligans, but today he felt like a confidant.
The storyteller was also stupid. He had been telling stories in Yunlai Inn for more than ten years. He had already taken care of the idle people nearby, but these few in front of him looked very strange at first sight.
He knew that he must not retreat at this time, otherwise it would affect not only his own livelihood, but also the reputation of the inn, so he smiled and handed over his hands, politely saying hello to the few in front of him: "Several guests said
That's right. Those little old men in poetry and prose have said it before, more than once, but this time they want to say something new! Please be patient for a moment!"
I saw him take out a piece of paper from his arms, and everyone's curiosity was instantly aroused.
"Little old man, here is a new song written by Xiao An, are you willing to listen to it?"
"Listen!"
Seeing the presence of the old man and the old god, several idle men felt something was wrong and quickly broke away from the crowd and ran away.
The storyteller ignored them and read to the paper: "Beizhuang small pavilion..."
If Jia Lan were here, he would definitely be surprised. How come the song "A Cut of Plum Blossoms in Nanxiang" that I wrote to Ling Guan would be in the hands of this storyteller?
"Okay, it's good to be alone at the end of the world, and spring is at the end of the world!"
Most of the people in this atrium are merchants traveling from north to south, and many of them are cultural people. You will know if this is good or not.
Some of the more thoughtful ones quickly recited it silently, planning to write it down immediately after returning home. It will be a good conversation piece when they return to their hometown.
There was dead silence in the cubicle where Fang Tangjing was.
No matter how dissatisfied he is, Fang Tangjing has to admit that Jia Lan's lyrics are extremely well written. The upper and lower parts echo each other, are simple and easy to read, flow naturally, and are sincere, fresh and elegant.
The more he thought about it, the more frustrated Fang Tangjing became. He poured a full glass of wine and drank it again. Unexpectedly, the wine came up so hard that he choked on it and the wine spurted out from his nostrils...
"Langeer!"
On the other side, Jia Lan and Feng Ziying also came to Yunlai Inn with their men. As soon as they entered, they met an acquaintance.
"Brother Qiang, how come it's such a coincidence?" Jia Lan said in surprise.
"Come here to do some errands, and stop by to experience this popular Yunlai Inn."
Jia Qiang was wearing fresh clothes, and her whole face was radiant. One look at Jia Lan and she knew that Jia Qiang must have made a lot of money in purchasing actors, which made her feel more energetic.
Now that they had met, Jia Lan could not turn a blind eye, so he invited Jia Qiang to join him. Jia Qiang was eager to be able to curry favor with Jia Lan, so she naturally agreed with a smile.
Before the exam this month, Jia Lan made an appointment to treat Feng Ziying to a meal. After the results were released, he went to the mountain chief Li Xuan to listen to some teachings. When Jia Lan came out, he met Feng Ziying, so it was better to choose a day to meet the sun. "I didn't expect it to be the famous Feng Dalang in Beijing. I'm so rude!"
The Feng family has a very good relationship with the Jia family. Feng Ziying is one of the few who can play with Baoyu. Jia Qiang has also heard about it in Ningguo Mansion. When she saw it today, she turned out to be very handsome.
"It turns out he is the great-great-great-grandson of the Ningguo sect, so rude and rude!" Feng Ziying felt a little close to Jia Qiangsheng when she saw her elegant style.
The three of them, together with Qin Zhong, sat down together and passed the cups around. Jia Lan was still young, so he only had a small pot of rice wine to drink. Qin Zhong had almost died because of his greed for drinking, so he swore not to drink. Feng Ziying and Jia Qiang drank a pot of each other, and Jia Qiang smiled and said: "I just heard an interesting story in the atrium."
It turned out that Jia Qiang had mastered Jia Lan's lyrics. The more she read, the more wonderful she felt. She actually wanted to make Jia Lan famous and spent some money to have storytellers publicize it.
"I didn't expect a few idlers to come out on the way. Thanks to Lange's wonderful lyrics, I scared them away."
After hearing this, Jia Lan looked at Feng Ziying and smiled and said something to Jia Qiang, saying it didn't have to be like this.
Seeing that Jia Lan was not happy at all, Jia Qiang didn't think much about it. Instead, she felt that Jia Lan had a lot of trouble in his chest and that he would be the pillar of the Jia family one day. She felt even more awed and apologized shyly.
Although he felt that Jia Qiang was greedy for money, Jia Lan felt that he was excusable, so he took the opportunity to warn him that since he had money, he should buy a business and run it well, and don't always think about hiding things from the truth, which frightened him.
Jia Qiang was obedient, thinking that her purchase had happened.
Jia Lan said angrily: "You only want to deceive Uncle Bao and those people. Do you think I don't understand that those actors and Taoist nuns cost fifty thousand taels? You must know that Pan Yunruijian, a Jinshi of Huating during the Jiajing and Wanli years of the Ming Dynasty,
For Yuanzi’s retirement, I bought eight actors at a time, and the cost was only dozens of taels. Every detail of this was clearly written in the works of the predecessors.”
At this moment, Jia Qiang's guard was broken, and she quickly knelt down next to Jia Lan and begged for mercy: "Brother Lan, you misunderstood me. I only received 10% of the 50,000 taels of silver for daily expenses, plus management expenses.
Most of the rest was given to Second Grandma Lian!"
[Humph, Sister Feng, it is indeed you!]
Jia Lan sneered in his heart and comforted him a few words. Jia Qiang immediately kowtowed and swore that he would obey Jia Lan's orders from now on.
"Speaking of which, I have something I need to ask you to help me with today." When Jia Lan saw this, he asked Jia Qiang to find someone to find out who the idle guys were and see if he had accidentally provoked them.
Who.
After hearing this, Jia Qiang quickly promised that it would be done and ran out without looking back.