It is said that Jia Cong gave the two gentlemen thirty personality test questions, which confused King Qi. "Mr. Zhou, what do you mean?"
Jia Cong smiled and said: "Sir, there are a total of thirty questions here, twenty-eight of them are pretexts, used to confuse the two of them; only two questions are useful. The fifth question and the twenty-second question."
King Qi hurriedly lowered his head to find those two questions.
Question 5. Which of the following flowers do you like best?
A, plum blossom. B, orchid. C, lotus. D, peony.
Question 25. Which of the following poems do you like best?
A, the emperor came to call and could not get on the boat.
B. Pedestrians are fighting against the wind and sand.
C. I regret teaching my husband and son-in-law to seek the title of marquis.
Ding, the lotus flowers are exceptionally red in the sun.
For the fifth question, Mr. Wu chose C and Mr. Zhao chose B. For the 22nd question, Mr. Wu chose D and Mr. Zhao chose C. King Qi asked: "How can we identify the author of these two questions?"
Jia Cong said sternly: "I was watching from the side when Ling Dang silently wrote the play script just now. There are more than ten places in the play including lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus and so on."
Shen Zhimo said: "Fourteen places."
Jia Cong said: "I knew at that time that the author liked lotus flowers very much. Just now Mr. Wu came in, and I saw at a glance that his collar, belt, fan bag, and purse were all embroidered with lotus flowers. Looking at Mr. Zhao again, he was sitting on his desk.
The folding fan is painted with pine and stone pictures. Therefore, I guess that Mr. Wu particularly likes lotus flowers, while Mr. Zhao does not particularly like lotus flowers. Sir, although Mr. Zhao can memorize Mr. Wu’s play script, he cannot memorize Mr. Wu’s personal preferences.
Can you imagine that a person who doesn’t like lotus very much wrote more than a dozen places of lotus in his playbook?”
Everyone in the place was stunned. Mr. Zhao was dumbfounded, and Cui Ju who followed him in was also dumbfounded. But Mr. Wu quietly glanced at Jiang Yuhan. Jia Cong immediately understood what was going on and looked at the sky. For a long time, that hole
The child of the family first said: "It makes sense. Writings come from the heart, and lotuses are born from the pen of those who love lotus."
King Qi twirled his beard, nodded, and asked, "Sheng Zhao, are you convinced?" Mr. Zhao was still in a daze.
Jia Cong said: "Take a look at how many lotuses, lotuses, lotuses, and flowers are in those four playbooks. Mr. Zhao must have a lot of articles at home? I sent him to his house to find out if he likes to write the word "lotus", and how many there are.
The objects have the shape of lotus. Likewise, go to Mr. Wu’s house and see how many objects have the shape of lotus and how many poems and articles there are with the word lotus in them.”
Mr. Zhao hesitated for a long time, then a flash of unwillingness flashed in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and said with a wry smile very quickly: "No need."
Jia Cong's brows moved and he looked at him without saying a word. Everyone was looking at this side, and they were all confused when they saw this. After a while, someone couldn't help but asked: "Mr. Zhou, what are you looking at him for?"
Jia Cong apologized: "I was distracted." He thought for a moment and said, "Master Lu, can we have a few words quietly?" Master Lu hurriedly looked at King Qi.
King Qi nodded. Master Lu then ordered people to push open the screen, lead Jia Cong to the official seat next door, and then sent the people inside out. Jia Congfang pulled him and whispered: "Sir, at first I thought the surname Zhao was just for a while.
When I get greedy, I'm afraid I'm wrong."
"oh?"
"I originally assumed that he lived next door to He Chunban, and for some reason he peeped and overheard the scripts of the other four plays. He also had an excellent memory and memorized "Zi Jian Nan Zi" after listening to it once. Today, he suddenly made a fuss.
I never expected that I would expose him in such a strange way. So, is it possible that he will be removed from his fame by a noble person?"
Mr. Lu said: "I can't keep my fame. I'm afraid I'll still have to take some beatings."
"For a civil servant, removing his fame is equivalent to losing his life. Should he be unwilling to argue a few words? Even if he lets out his pent-up anger." Jia Cong pointed to the next door and said, "Sir, can you
Did you notice his expression just now? He hesitated for a long time before finally making up his mind to admit defeat, and he spoke very quickly."
Mr. Lu was puzzled and said: "After hesitating, you realize that you have no chance of winning. Isn't it unusual to admit defeat?"
"Then that's what he should say." Jia Cong pretended to sigh and shook his head slowly, "No need..." Zi Fang smiled bitterly at this moment, "Mr. Zhou is very capable, but he was born late... I'm willing to let him down."
Mr. Lu thought for a while: "This is indeed the case."
"But he said 'no need' too quickly. It didn't sound like he was admitting defeat, but more like he was trying to survive by docking his tail."
Mr. Lu hurriedly asked: "He is about to get rid of his fame, how come his tail is docked?"
Jia Cong said: "So I guess that what he did today was not an accidental greed, but a premeditated plan." Mr. Lu's eyes moved. Jia Cong continued, "Moreover, if he argues with me, I will definitely ask for help."
The noble man sent someone to his house to get other articles to read. If he had something in mind, the article must be good, and he would be very willing to read it. What if the noble man cherishes his talent and leaves his fame? But after he thought about it,
He resolutely admitted defeat. It can be seen that rather than losing his fame, he is more afraid of his family's articles being seen by noble people. In other words, his family's other belongings are being seen by others. Then I'm afraid it's not as simple as expelling his fame and getting slapped with a ban."
Mr. Lu couldn't help but nodded: "Mr. Zhou's words make sense. This person is really suspicious. How do you think we should deal with him?"
Jia Cong smiled and said: "Sir, the book is really written by Mr. Wu, and Mr. Wu has physical evidence. Mr. Zhao can't unjustly kill Mr. Wu just because he can write the book word for word. Therefore, he must have prepared someone.
Evidence." He then whispered in Mr. Lu's ear for a long time. "If there is no such person, my calculation may be wrong."
Master Lu had already believed him and immediately said: "Just follow what Mr. Zhou said."
Then he called a few people from outside and called Mr. Zhao to come to the official seat. Mr. Zhao had just walked past the screen, and the screen was immediately pulled back. He looked at Mr. Lu and held his hands indifferently. He was about to speak,
Suddenly, the back of his head hurt. A guard quietly slapped him and knocked him unconscious. The other two people came up and tied him up, covered his face with a black scarf, plugged his ears and threw it in the corner of the official seat. Jia Cong and
Master Lu looked at each other and smiled.
No one left the theater. Some were worried about the spring class and refused to leave, and some wanted to see the excitement and were reluctant to leave. There were a lot of comments everywhere, not to mention how lively it was. Two small officials dressed up with loud voices suddenly
He came out of the official seat and shouted: "Who knows Mr. Zhao? Who knows Mr. Zhao?"
Suddenly a Confucian scholar jumped out: "Me! I recognize Mr. Zhao!"
The clerk looked at him: "Do you recognize him? Who are you?"
The Confucian scholar cupped his hands and said, "We are literary friends."
"Oh. Are you familiar with him?"
"Very familiar."
"Do you recognize his home?"
"The late student recognizes it."
The clerk nodded: "We have to go to Mr. Zhao's house to get some evidence. If you recognize it, please lead the way."
The Confucian scholar handed over his hand again and said, "Wan Sheng is willing." Then he led the clerk away.
Master Lu and Jia Cong were watching secretly from behind. Jia Cong thought: "Have you noticed the look in this man's eyes just now? He pursed his lips hard, with a smile on his eyes and eyebrows, as if he was playing into his heart. Sir, just
I’m afraid it’s a big fish.”
Mr. Lu was very happy, stroking his beard and said with a smile: "I am too lazy to think about it, so I ask Mr. Zhou for advice."
"I am a junior, how can I dare to advise adults?" Jia Cong also smiled and said, "If Mr. Zhao's home only contains evidence against himself, and hears my suggestion to go to his home to find articles, he will not hesitate to admit defeat. He will admit defeat directly.
After hesitating, it turned out that there must be false evidence related to the five playbooks in his home. Therefore, his accomplice happily led the adults to go there, thinking that he could go back to the theater after going straight to the false evidence and taking it out. Poor poor man.
The accomplice did not know that these two police officers would leave him to investigate other matters."
Mr. Lu nodded repeatedly: "That makes sense. Mr. Zhou is indeed a great talent." Jia Cong bowed with a smile.
The two then returned to King Qi's official seat. Mr. Lu approached King Qi and Master Kong and explained enthusiastically. The two men in brocade robes sitting beside them all listened with interest and nodded frequently. Mr. Cui frowned for a long time.
He raised his eyebrows and just wanted to urinate, so he ducked out. Just when he reached a secluded place, he felt a pain in the back of his head and fainted - how could Liu Xiaoqi be idle?
Jia Cong followed him out and hurriedly said to Mr. Lu: "Now the truth is out. Mr. Wu and the troupe are both innocent. They were raped for nothing. Can everyone in the troupe get up?"
King Qi nodded in agreement. A servant with a shrill voice went over and shouted: "Your Majesty, I know you have been wronged. Please get up." The people in the troupe shouted "Thank you, Your Majesty" in unison. Mr. Wu stepped forward to help Jiang Yuhan up. Then
From the look in his eyes, even though Jia Cong was blind, he could tell that the two of them had an abnormal male-to-male relationship. Baba had been kneeling for so long that her knees were stiff. It took the group of people a long time to help her get up. The sharp voice said again, "Thank you soon."
Mr. Zhou."
Mr. Wu hurriedly helped Jiang Yuhan come over. Jia Cong quickly waved his hand and said: "Don't be so polite. It's just a coincidence. If Mr. Wu didn't love lotus so much, how could he have found such a good bargain for me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Brother Jiang Jing gouged out Mr. Wu very quickly, making Jia Cong look at him and couldn't help but tremble: his eyes were so heart-breaking that his teeth were cold. Shen Zhimo also whispered in a low voice: "That little actor is better."
You're so old, that look just now was so vicious." Jia Cong frowned: This family is really in chaos.
Just as he was thinking about it, Jiang Yuhan and the actors had already arrived and wanted to bow down. Jia Cong said seriously: "It's just a reward. Don't kneel down. I didn't bring any reward."
Jiang Yuhan couldn't help but laugh: "Why are you asking for a reward from the uncle?" Brother Jiang Jing glanced at Jia Cong from the side. Jia Cong's mind rang, and he understood why he thought this child was different from Mei Ji.
In the early years, Jia Xu arranged for people to rescue Mei Ji from Prince Wu's Mansion, and brought her straight back to Dajiala, where she comforted and taught her and sent her to school. Jia Cong and his wife did not return to the island until the following year. After Chen Ruijin heard about it, he took Jia Cong to see him.
She, Meiji, had been taught by Chen Ruijin when she was in the most difficult and hopeless time. Seeing that she was very close to her, she was inexplicably afraid of Jia Cong. This made Jia Cong complain all the way back, "Obviously I have been thinking about her young age and wanted to save her."
How's hers?" Chen Ruijin laughed at him for several days.
Mei Ji looked pitiful that day, and Brother Jiang Jing in front of him was also pitiful. However, Brother Jiang Jing looked at Jia Cong with a deliberately seductive look. Jia Cong was so straight, and knew that Brother Jing was a man, he didn't think about it at all. Now
In retrospect, if he had imagined him as a woman, the meaning would have been quite obvious. Jia Cong sighed inwardly: This very smart child may have been perverted by the environment. At this moment, Jiang Yuhan and others had finished beating Qian'er and stood up.
Come, Brother Jiang Jing innocently flirted with Jia Cong again. Jia Cong felt more and more regretful and looked at him with pity in his eyes.
Because it took a lot of time for the junior officials to search Mr. Zhao's house, King Qi was free for a while. Lu Jian took the opportunity to walk up to Mr. Lu and said loudly: "Uncle, my nephew was listening to the play upstairs just now, but he only listened to a half of it. What follows?
I didn’t even notice the three folds.”
Mr. Lu laughed so much that his beard stood up: "It's such a good show, why don't you like it?"
Lu Jing raised his voice and said, "Uncle, I don't know. After listening to the first song, everyone in our place was drunk. Brother Jiang really sang well." Brother Jiang Jing smiled and saluted in his direction. Lu Jing smiled and pointed.
Jia Cong said, "Brother Pian Zhou looks like a bully. We all say he has eyes for gold and jade."
Jia Cong said: "I am impatient and can't listen to music that needs to be carefully listened to. Cui Xiandi invited me to come that day and tricked me into making fun of it. I thought I was singing about making havoc in heaven." Everyone smiled unconsciously.
Lu Jian went on to say: "We all praised Brother Jiang for his good figure and appearance, but he had something else to say." Then he quoted Jia Cong's words "A woman is a woman's good idea, and a man is a man's good idea."
Both Jiang Yuhan and Mr. Jiang became very angry. Lu Jian clapped his hands fiercely and said, "Who would have thought that Brother Zhou had a sudden thought and wrote an article on the spot." He gave a thumbs up and said, "It's really wonderful! I felt so enlightened after reading it.
When you get the initiation, why bother listening to a show?"
Mr. Lu hurriedly said: "Bring this good article to me quickly!" Lu Jian quickly took out Jia Cong's copy of Mr. Gong Zizhen's "The Story of a Sick Plum" from his arms and gave it to Mr. Lu with both hands.
Mr. Lu took it and read it from the beginning. He repeatedly praised: "What a great article! What a generous work!" He turned around and gave it to King Qi.
After reading it, King Qi nodded and said in praise: "It's like using plum blossoms to express my feelings, it's like being happy!" and handed it to Kong Yunxian.
After Kong Yunxian read it, he kept praising him. Jia Cong just hid aside and pretended to be humble. The King of Qi then ordered Lu Jian to recite. Lu Jian held his head high and held the manuscript and read it loudly.
Everyone has read the book, and everyone is knowledgeable. After hearing this article, there was a burst of applause, and the younger Confucian scholars came forward to bow.
Jia Cong had an idea and was embarrassed, so he hurriedly returned the favor and said: "As the ancients said, articles are made by nature. I couldn't bear to see men dressing up as women, so I felt this way. Take today's child as an example.
He is small, and his secondary male characteristics such as his vocal cords have not yet fully developed, so he can sing the dan role just fine. After two years, his voice will naturally become thicker and his waist will become thicker, and he will feel tired if he sings the dan role again.”
Lu Jian said with admiration: "You really don't like to listen to dramas. You don't know that some famous actors are more feminine than women."
Jia Cong spread his hands: "It's not that there are no women in the world. Why not just let women sing the leading roles in operas? Forcing men to dress up as women is no different from forcing plum blossoms to be played in a straight and indirect way. Don't mention that the imperial court does not allow officials.
A prostitute, that thing has been a piece of paper since the previous dynasty." There was a moment of silence in the official seat: everyone knew what he said, but no one had ever dared to say it.
Suddenly I heard Brother Jiang Jing cry and say anxiously: "If a man can't sing the female role, what about me? What should I do?"
Jia Cong smiled and said: "You are still young, you can change your career and do whatever you want in time."
Then Jiang Yuhan and Brother Jiang Jing shouted at the same time: "Thank you, Mr. Zhou!" "I don't!"