My Sisters Excel in Both Literary and Martial Arts - Chapter 136
[Chapter 136 Plagiarism (First update please subscribe!)]
Chen Jiannan took a few steps forward and came to Song Jimao.
“Yongzhou Chen Jiannan, I have met Mr. Song!”
He bowed to Song Jimao first and greeted him politely, then changed the subject and said, “I just heard Mr. Song said that I dare not include it in my grades. What does this mean?”
Chen Jiannan’s father Before resigning, Chen Guozhong had been an official in the same dynasty as Song Jimao’s father, Song Baiyun. Moreover, Chen Guozhong was older than Song Baiyun and was Song Baiyun’s boss at the time.
However, Song Baiyun has developed too fast in the past few years and has become a Hanlin scholar, while Chen Guozhong no longer has an official position and cannot be compared with him.
Therefore, Chen Jiannan always felt inferior in front of Song Jimao. If it turned out that he could only look up to him, how could he dare to talk back?
But things are different now. He is the first in the general examination and has a bright future. However, Song Jimao has not yet participated in the poetry competition, so everything is unknown.
Moreover, he had the status of a distant relative of the Zhu family, and Song Jimao had been rejected by Zhu Xinning, and he was about to get married to the Zhu family, so he had a huge psychological advantage when facing Song Jimao.
Chen Jiannan’s attitude made Song Jimao very unhappy. He frowned and said disdainfully: “You are also a scholar after all. Can’t you understand the meaning of this?”
“…”
This sentence made Chen Jiannan blush, and Song Jimao felt proud, “A man from Yongzhou. People who want to show off at the Jingzhou Poetry Festival? Haha, have you asked me? “Are you worthy?
” Chen Jiannan became angry.
He has been saying to others “are you worthy” for so long, and suddenly one day these words are said to him, which is really uncomfortable.
“Why am I not worthy? Why are you afraid that I will steal your limelight? Haha, that’s right. You haven’t participated in poetry gatherings for several years. Are you afraid of doing poetry? Tsk tsk, you can’t even find the feeling of writing poems and lyrics. Isn’t it coming?”
After saying this, even Chen Jiannan almost believed it.
Hearing the exchange of words between the two, everyone was astonished and remained in the state of watching the show, extremely serious.
“Do you know how people in Jingzhou call me?”
Song Jimao suddenly smiled evilly.
“The most talented person in Jingzhou?”
“Haha, I heard that you are known as the most talented person in Yongzhou?”
Chen Jiannan puffed up his chest, “Exactly!”
“Then what do you think-“
Song Jimao glanced at him and sneered: “What the hell is that? Are the people from Jingzhou more powerful, or the people from Yongzhou?”
“…”
This is a trap!
Chen Jiannan did not answer in a hurry.
If he said that the people from Jingzhou were powerful, it would be an indirect admission that he was not as good as Song Jimao. But if he said that the people from Yongzhou were powerful in front of so many people from Jingzhou, he would be afraid of being attacked by a group!
This Song Kimo is so bad!
He thought for a while and then said with a smile: “Young Master Song is asking, not to mention Yongzhou. Even Jiangling, where the literary style is at its peak, cannot be compared with Jingzhou. After all, His Majesty is in Jingzhou!”
“Haha, that’s the case. ——”
“But!”
Chen Jiannan quickly interrupted Song Jimao who was about to speak, and immediately added: “Chen came to Beijing this time to attend the Poetry Examination Competition just for fun. The most important thing is to propose to his cousin’s family! When I marry my cousin, won’t I also be from Jingzhou? Haha…”
“…”
Song Jimao attacked Chen Jiannan because he heard about his thoughts about Zhu Xinning!
It has to be said that Chen Jiannan’s counterattack was brilliant this time. Not only did he break Song Jimao’s trap, but he also hit the target and disrupted Song Jimao’s position!
In this round, Chen Jiannan won completely!
But Song Jimao was not convinced, and suddenly mused:
“Everyone says that the building is good, and tourists only stay together in the building. The spring water is blue in the sky, and the boat is sleeping while listening to the rain. The
people beside it are like the moon, and the bright wrists are covered with frost and snow. Not yet. “Old Mo returns home, and when he returns home he must break his heart.”
This is exactly the spring water poem written by Jing Zhe in Chun Shui Pavilion!
After he finished reading, the hall was instantly quiet, and you could hear a needle drop.
…
A wing on the second floor has an excellent location. It is above the hall. If you open the window, you can have a panoramic view of the scene in the hall.
At this time, Qi Junguang, the third prince of the Southern Qi Dynasty, and Su Xinping, the eldest son of the Jin Dynasty, were sitting by the window.
“Is this Wuxian Garden nothing more than that?”
After watching it upstairs for so long, there was nothing new, but it was really boring to listen to the two grown men arguing with each other for a long time.
Su Xinping also stood up, “Let me tell you, here are just some literate scholars who show off their literary talent every day, which makes people sleepy! The third prince has to come, do you regret it?”
Then he came over and said With a wretched face, he said: “Hey, I do know that there is a very good Fragrance Garden in the east of the city. The girls there should have a good figure, a good appearance, and be proficient in playing, playing and singing. If the third prince wants to comment on poetry, They can do that too. If you’re tired, you can still talk to them…hehehe, you know!”
He said, giving Qi Junguang a lewd look.
“…”
Qi Junguang glanced at him speechlessly, thinking, is this really a prince? Why are you like a pimp?
Just when he was about to refuse, Song Jimao downstairs happened to speak, and Chun Shui Poem came up.
“This poem…”
Qi Junguang was stunned. He had never heard of this poem, or in other words, he had never heard of such a good poem!
Qi Junguang, who had just stood up, sat back down again.
Su Xinping, who was next to him, had already flown to Fenfang Garden. When he saw him sitting down again, he urged: “Why did the Third Prince sit down again? Let’s go to Fenfang Garden quickly! They are just scholars here. They can’t have fragrance.” Are the girls in the garden interesting?”
Qi Junguang did not turn his head, the bored expression on his face disappeared, his eyes became serious, and he said seriously: “This Mr. Song is much more interesting than the girls!”
“Who?”
Su Xinping was a little confused. .
“I have heard of Young Master Song before, but I have rarely heard of his poems in the past few years. I didn’t expect that Young Master Song would teach me a lesson when I first came to Jingzhou!”
After that, he went back to minding his own business. I read the spring water poem once, and after reading it, I couldn’t help but say “Hello!”
Just now, Su Xinping only thought about going to Fragrance Garden. He didn’t hear Song Jimao reading a poem downstairs. Now that he heard Qi Junguang read it, he frowned and felt that the poem was very familiar.
Suddenly he clapped his hands and said, “Oh, I remembered it! This was not written by Song Jimao. It was written by Mr. A Kun!”
Although he was not good at poetry, the prince he was friends with loved poetry, so he was immersed in it, so he naturally heard it. Some.
Especially this spring water poem, after it was passed down from Yongzhou, the prince read it every day in those days!
“Master Akun?”
“Ang!”
After a while of explanations, Qi Junguang breathed a sigh of relief. If this was really what Song Jimao did, he really didn’t have the confidence to defeat him, and Master Akun was far away in Yongzhou and probably wouldn’t participate. This poetry meeting was a blessing but also a bit regretful.
“This guy surnamed Song hasn’t gone out for several years. He didn’t learn anything else at home, but he learned how to plagiarize! I will go down and teach him a lesson!”
After saying that, Su Xinping was about to go downstairs.
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(End of this chapter)
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