"The slave is the son of the son.
After Jia Cong retracted his gaze, the round girl beside him said softly.
Jia Cong glanced at her and nodded, "Thank you." ” The round girl's eyes were soft and admiring, and she pursed her lips and smiled.
The graceful body under the brocade white gauze shirt straightened up and began to grind the ink.
There is a dark incense flowing.
It's just that Jia Cong doesn't seem to be aware of it, and his attention is spent on observing the people in the lotus garden.
His style is extremely different, and he looks at everyone one by one without concealment.
In fact, he was the most high-profile person in the entire Lotus Garden, except for a few "gunmen" who had already accepted the task, most of the others were paying attention to him openly or implicitly.
Seeing Jia Cong looking at him at this moment, many people who were looking at him clearly panicked and avoided their eyes.
Others, who were secretly watching, straightened out their previously biased gazes as if nothing had happened.
There are also those who dare to look at him, but most of them are famous prostitutes and the like.
A woman's boldness is sometimes not inferior to that of a bearded eyebrow.
After Jia Cong's eyes touched, he smiled and nodded one by one.
Be generous.
And when those famous prostitutes saw it, they were more happy to bow down and return the salute.
This movement fell in the eyes of many Jianghuai celebrities, and the ripples caused were also interesting.
Since ancient times, literati have been light, and the hearts of scholars have never been big.
If it is ordinary, seeing which is so sassy and flirting with so many girls at one time will inevitably cause public outrage.
Cneism and cynicism are indispensable.
But at this moment, what Jia Cong did seemed to be a matter of course.
Just as martial artists use martial arts to see the true chapter, among literati, after all, they have to rely on literature and ink to discuss the upper and lower.
With Jia Cong's achievements in those poems in the past, it is difficult for all of you here today to add up.
When they are almost close to each other, there will be people who are jealous.
But when the distance between them is like the stars, everyone can't even afford to be jealous.
If the Qing ministers who wrote such a ghostly sentence as "if life is only as first seen" are not qualified to do this, who else in the world can do it Although most of them were invited by the eldest son of the Qin family today, and they had the face of the Zhen family, on the ground in the south of the Yangtze River, few people could not give them face.
However, except for a small number of celebrities who play autumn wind in the Zhen family and the Qin family all the year round, most of them still have independent self-esteem.
They could see that the Qin family and the Qing courtiers seemed to have a discord, but this did not prevent them from appreciating Jia Cong.
The most important thing is that in terms of identity and status, Jia Cong is not inferior to the two eldest sons of the Qin family and the Zhen family.
So even if they stand in line, they are also standing in the middle, just winning the name of fairness and justice.
"Childe, the ink is good."
After Jia Cong's eyes turned around, he just had a general impression in his heart, there was no surprise, but it was not disappointed, and he heard a soft voice in his ears.
He looked sideways, and saw that the round girl had even spread out the paper, and the pen was dipped in four points of ink, holding it in her hand and waiting with a smile on the corner of her lips After Jia Cong smiled and thanked him, he took the long pen from the round girl's hand, and his skin was inevitably slightly cool when he touched it.
At this time, on the lotus platform opposite, Qin Yu was already writing hard.
Although there is only one student who has a meritorious reputation, Qin Yu thinks that he is by no means incompetent.
He is just a pure and high literati who has spirituality but is not good at reading death and writing sour eight strands.
He used the effort of reading the Four Books and the Five Classics and studying the eight articles to learn the good texts that really lingered on his lips and teeth.
And because of this, he has gained a great reputation and become a Jianghuai celebrity. hated that Jia Qingchen had no one in his eyes, and only thought that he was an incompetent person who relied on the shadow of the Qin family to make a name for himself.
Today, Qin Yu wants Jia Cong to understand that in terms of the way of articles, it is difficult for him Jia Qingchen to shoot horses.
Qin Yu wants to step on the false name of Jia Cong, the first talent in the world, and achieve literary fame Thinking of this, Qin Yu became more and more motivated, and wrote the articles that had already been polished.
Catching a glimpse of this scene, Jia Cong smiled.
The round girl next to her seemed to have some worry and some expectation in her eyes.
Jia Cong dipped the pen on the inkstone for a while, until five minutes, and then put the pen into a book.
His movement instantly attracted the attention of the whole house.
And the round girl got the moon first near the water, and moved a little bit in the middle, tilting her head to look at the words on the paper, her eyes gradually brightened, and even excited The flowers of water, land, grass and trees are very lovely.
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At this point, the two lines of tears fell silently, their faces were moved, and they could hardly hold themselves.
In such a situation, not to mention that the hall full of Jianghuai celebrities and famous prostitutes became more and more curious when they saw it, and even Qin Yu on the opposite side was shocked.
With just one glance, Qin Yu's heart was in turmoil His article has also been read by the Hundred Flowers List Oiran who is quite well-versed in literature and ink before, although he has also been praised by the people, but not to mention that he can't help himself when he is moved to tears, and he hasn't even trembled his eyelashes Fortunately, Qin Yu is very confident in his article in the end, and he has also been corrected by famous experts, so he doesn't believe that Jia Cong is a concubine who can really write shocking articles.
On the other side, the round girl seemed to be stunned, letting the tears flow in her eyes, and silently reciting the words on the paper over and over again It wasn't until Jia Cong put away the pen, waited for the ink on the paper to be half dry, folded it, put it on the tray that had been prepared a long time ago, handed it to the waiter standing on the side, and sent it to the lotus platform in the lotus pond by boat, that the round girl came back to her senses, and then looked at Jia Cong's gaze that was no longer hidden at all, as if to melt him.
Seeing this scene, I don't know how many Jianghuai celebrities, and their eyes were red with envy.
They have to have such skills, and the hundreds of famous prostitutes in the Jianghuai land are not for them to pick Look at the round girl, I can't wait to take the treasure chest to the appearance of being a slave Renjun Tsk tsk Heaven is unfair On the other side, Qin Yu saw that Jia Cong had already written, and he became more and more anxious, but fortunately, he was already proficient in his heart, and although the handwriting was more and more sloppy, he couldn't take care of it.
Finally, when the lotus boat that sent Jia Cong's article to the lotus platform docked, the pen was completed.
Several others also stopped their pens and began to fold them.
Zhen Fu smiled when he saw it, and said, "Okay, then that's it."
Today, let's take a look, whether it's me, the Qingchen brother, who is only eight buckets high, or whether I'm a Jiangnan celebrity and a rich five-car" As he spoke, he smiled at the dozen or so famous prostitutes on the big lotus platform in the lotus pond: "Ladies and gentlemen, I know that I, the elder brother of the Qing Dynasty, can be the left of the world's famous people in terms of appearance, thesis name, and teacher inheritance.
With the relationship between my Zhen family and the Jia family, and I, who am still the elder brother, I should have favored my little brother.
But I still have to remind you fairly, that the article is not poetry Don't take the name of Qingchen's poetry as a preconceived idea All the girls are pure people, but you can't fall into clichés. ” Everyone laughed when they heard this, and the Qing people did not sell their arts, they were all extremely pure people.
If it ends up in a clichéd name, More than a dozen famous prostitutes on the lotus platform said that they would show themselves fairly.
Besides, everyone's masterpieces will be read to the public, and they can't be operated in the dark.
If a famous prostitute has a bad reputation, it's all over.
No one laughs at their reputation.
The Oiran on the lotus platform in the lotus pond began to compete, but beside Jia Cong, the round girl was still looking at Jia Cong.
Jia Cong was a little helpless, turned his head to look, and asked, "What's wrong?"
The round girl's tears have not dried, like pear blossoms with rain, and her snow-like skin is full of sincerity and even pleading, and she said softly: "The posture of the slave and the willow is not as good as the color of the young girl's country, and there is no bizarre background of the ancestors, which can make the son favor and pity."
But the slave really loves the son's words and ink, and he only feels that every word is written into the slave's heart.
Although there are countless cold nights, there are words to warm this heart.
The slave doesn't dare to have a trace of wishful thinking, but I wish to be by the side of the son, to be a little maid who studies ink and paper, and the rest of my life is enough."
Jia Cong's impression of this round girl is not bad, not because of her appearance, but because of the voice she said, only the two of them can hear it.
Didn't alarm anyone else, and pressed with momentum.
In this regard, she is better than Qingxi.
However, it just feels good.
Jia Cong looked at the round girl with sincere eyes, and said, "The girl is wrong to fall in love, but the rules at home are very strict."
The young girl has also been sent to Beijing to find another quiet place to live alone.
However, although it is not possible to do all the girl's wishes, if the girl wants to seek a free body, if she encounters anyone who makes it difficult to stop her, she can tell me, and please allow me to do a little bit.
After being free, the girl can also find a small courtyard and live her own life like the young girl.
The girl is still very young, and her life is still very long. ” When the round girl heard this, although it was difficult to hide her disappointment, she could feel Jia Cong's sincerity, smiled bitterly, shook her head, and then nodded hesitantly and slightly, and said: "If this is really the case, can the slave also enter Beijing to find a small courtyard to survive, is it possible to see the son again?"
This time it was Jia Cong's turn to smile bitterly, and he said: "The capital is so big, if the girl wants to go, she can naturally go."
As for whether I can see you again and be a friend of letters, it's just that I have too many trivial things to reply to in time.
Of course, if the girl is in trouble, she can also find me, and she will not shirk it. ” When the round girl heard this, her eyes dimmed, but then they brightened again.
The son of Qingchen really did not live up to the situation outlined in her heart, and changed to other celebrities, even if it was just for her appearance and got her body, he would be false and wronged, and he would deceive him first.
No matter how inferior her character is, she can't even cheat her money.
Over the years, this kind of thing has been seen rarely But although the Qingchen son was kind, he always kept an appropriate distance and didn't let her think about it.
On weekdays, you can be a friend of letters, but you may not reply to letters.
You can only call for help when you are in trouble, it's just friendship.
But isn't such a Qingchen son exactly what she thinks The round girl looked at Jia Cong with eyes like water, and nodded slowly This posture, in the eyes of others, isn't it just a love vein, meeting after dusk?
At this moment, on the lotus platform in the lotus pond, there was a sad sobbing sound, which was moving.
Everyone looked at it, and saw that the first beautiful prostitute still had tears on his face, but he was holding a piece of paper in his hand like a rare treasure, and said in a clear voice: "After evaluation, the slaves all think that this article is the best in this field, and the slaves think that since the Great Qianding Dingding, this article should be the first article of the national dynasty":