Mr. Dongyue was dissatisfied with everything that happened at today's garden party, but now we get to the main topic, starting with porcelain chanting, and it is gratifying to have each of them talk about it. At least Mr. Dongyue can feel that the poems written by the young people this year are better than those in previous years. I don’t know if this year’s questions were simpler, but the poems they produced were quite eye-catching, and many of them were quite charming.
Just as Mr. Dongyue was feeling happy, a voice suddenly came from the Jinjia Guard upstairs.
"Princess Nishang ordered Jiang Gan to compose a poem."
Princess Nishang personally named her?
Everyone's eyes fell on Jiang Gan.
Jiang Gan was also ecstatic, what an honor it was to be favored by the princess? He had already written a poem and was about to speak, but now it was just right, he said immediately:
"Su Juanhan is dyed with ink, and the light marks refer to the fragrance.
The pavilion is filled with greenery, and the rain of butterflies moistens the flowers.
Thick fog locks the building, and you can walk in the dim light.
The water rhymes in the south of the Yangtze River, and the beauty is crossing the sorrow?"
"good!"
“Excellent!”
"Master Jiang Gan is really awesome!"
"This poem is truly amazing.
Good poems and words do not need to be carefully scrutinized. Just one glance and a few sounds and a hazy feeling make people feel beautiful. This is good poetry.
Listening to Jiang Qian's poems, even Mr. Dongyue couldn't help but nod his head and praise him: "Jiang Gongzi's sentence 'Thick fog locks the heavy building, walking in the dim scenery' expresses the true nature of the old man who washes blue and white porcelain. To have such an understanding, he is indeed a rare genius. .”
At this moment, Jiang Qian was naturally filled with joy, accepting the adulation from everyone, and the resentment outside the house before was completely gone.
At the same time, Li Xiangyang upstairs couldn't help but admire after hearing this: "This Jiang Qian is really a man of practical knowledge. This poem is better than many young men in the capital, and his appearance is also very handsome. What do you think, little sister?"
Nishang was silent for a long time, and then whispered: "The poems are so-so, and I don't like the people."
"Do you dislike it or are you angry?" Li Xiangyang frowned, his words showing displeasure.
"If you don't like it, you don't like it. He was the one who made a lot of noise in the courtyard earlier, right? Although this person is somewhat talented, his character does not have the elegance and humility of a scholar at all. How can such a person be attracted to me?"
Li Xiangyang raised his eyebrows and wanted to say that a unruly princess like you still knows what elegance and humility are? She will be troublesome and willful all day long, which does not make people worry at all.
But after thinking about it, Li Xiangyang still didn't say anything and said in a low voice: "He is the most talented person in Suzhou right now. If you don't like this, you don't like that, otherwise there will only be Cao Xueqin. Then Cao Xueqin should be a talented person? And He is the idol in your heart. When we were in the garden before, you and I both took a look at him from a distance. He looked like a man carved from pink jade, and he was as handsome as a poem or painting. He also had an extraordinary demeanor and indeed had real talent and learning.
The sentence "Smoke locks the willows in the pond" is perfect for "Peach Burning Jinjiangdi", and the latter sentence "Lonely and cold and a widow with an empty window" is unprecedented and absolute. This son is a great talent, even I am full of interest in him. Xiao Sister, he is about the same age as you."
"Although this person is talented, he is not Cao Xueqin." Nishang's words surprised people.
"Huh?" Li Xiangyang was confused, "Why did you say that?"
"That person's disguise is so poor that none of you can tell, but I can recognize at a glance that Cao Xueqin is dressed as a woman."
"Dressed up as a woman?"
"I came here today because I was very curious about Mr. Cao Xueqin. I never thought that I would recognize him as a fake at a glance. Naturally, I lost interest."
"No one in the world has ever seen the real Cao Xueqin. Even if the person below is a woman, it only proves that she is a woman disguised as a man, but it does not mean that she is a fake."
"So what? Do you want me to marry a woman?"
Li Xiangyang frowned and asked Jin Jiawei: "What do you think? Are you sure that Cao Xueqin below is a woman?"
Jin Jiawei replied: "I don't dare to say for sure, but I am 70% confident that the Cao Xueqin below is a woman in disguise."
Hearing this, Nishang smiled miserably: "Haha... It's so funny. I thought that Mr. Cao was the only man in the world that I could admire, but in the end, he turned out to be a woman. What a big joke!"
Li Xiangyang frowned even more tightly. He had watched Ni Shang grow up. In all these years, he had never seen Ni Shang show such an expression. She was really attracted to Cao Xueqin. At first, news spread to the capital that it was Cao Xueqin.
On the way to Suzhou, he encountered water pirates and was trapped in Taihu Lake. Later, Changzhou red fans worked together to rescue Mr. Cao. However, they did not know Mr. Cao's whereabouts. They said that he probably went to Suzhou. Thinking about it, it is no wonder that Nishang followed him secretly.
Come to Suzhou...
It's rare to see Ni Chang care so much about a man. Li Xiangyang naturally hoped that Ni Chang could find a home. But he didn't expect to see the person he wanted in his heart right away, but the reality was like this...
No wonder she was in high spirits when she came to Dongyue Mansion, but got sulky for no reason during the trip. It turned out to be because she was worried that Cao Xueqin was a woman.
The dozens of girls downstairs wish that the Cao Xueqin here was talented, but Nishang wished that the Cao Xueqin here was talentless, because the more vulgar it is, the more it proves that the Cao Xueqin below may be fake.
However, Cao Xueqin below was doing some surprising things, and her words and deeds were extraordinary. At first glance, she was not an ordinary person. This made Nishang even more angry.
Just when Nishang was feeling depressed and about to cry, Jin Jiawei on the side suddenly said: "Your Highness, Cao Xueqin below may really be a fake."
"When was it your turn to speak here? Besides, I don't need your comfort! Now I just want you all to get out of here!"
Li Xiangyang was a little confused and came to Jin Jiawei: "Why do you say this?"
Jin Jiawei looked at Princess Nishang, lowered his voice and said in Li Xiangyang's ear: "Below, there is a man with a sword behind Cao Xueqin who looks weird. He always sticks behind Cao Xueqin and whispers something."
Li Xiangyang heard a slight sigh, stuck his head out and looked downstairs.
At this moment, there was a lot of excitement downstairs. A poem by Mr. Jiang Qian shocked the whole audience and made the atmosphere lively. At the same time, it also washed away all the previous humiliations caused by the couple.
But everything that happened in the garden before is still fresh in my mind. Mr. Cao Xueqin's verbal and written attack on Mr. Jiang Qian was wonderful every sentence.
The first sentence "The peach blossoms are burning on the Jinjiang River", and the latter sentence "Lonely and cold and a widow with an empty window", both show his amazing talent when he wrote "Dream of Red Mansions". When it comes to knowledge, everyone still believes that Mr. Cao Xueqin is far above this river.
But now Jiang Qian composed a poem about porcelain, which attracted applause from the whole house. Mr. Dongyue praised it personally, which can be said to be a great success.
On the other hand, Mr. Cao Xueqin was silent at this moment. Everyone had poems to write, but no one could see his thoughts.
Is it impossible to do it, or is it just making things up?
Everyone was speechless, but Jiang Gan still remembered that he had made a fool of himself before, and now that he had been praised, he looked at the first meeting coldly, and whispered: "I wonder what Mr. Cao has to say about Yong Porcelain?" (To be continued)