My Sisters Excel in Both Literary and Martial Arts - Chapter 137

[Chapter 137 Excuse me (Second update, first order please!)]

Su Xinping did not go downstairs to expose Song Jimao after all, because someone spoke out for him.

“Isn’t this the spring water poem?”

After Song Jimao finished reading, the hall was extremely quiet.

But this kind of silence is because they don’t know why Song Jimao is doing it by reading someone else’s poem at this time, especially since this word is not well-known in Jingzhou.

Are you trying to plagiarize?

Everyone started whispering.

“Song Gongzi, you won’t say that you wrote this poem, right?”

I thought he would suddenly slap him in the face with some good words, but it turned out that the poem was good, but it was not written by him, which made Chen Jiannan overjoyed .

“Of course not.”

Song Jimao glanced at him expressionlessly: “I heard that this poem was written by a young man named A Kun from Yongzhou. We are both scholars, so we must all know how good this poem is.

So I am very curious. Compared with this spring water poem, you don’t even have a good work, so how can you dare to claim to be the most talented scholar in Yongzhou? Let me tell you, Master Akun is the real No. 1 scholar in Yongzhou? You must be a talented person!”

It must be said that Song Jimao’s new way of attacking people was very effective, and Chen Jiannan was stunned on the spot.

After a long while, he said again: “This name was given by someone else, how could I influence it? Besides, I have met Mr. Akun, and he also composed this poem in front of me, but you know that he wrote this poem for me.” How long have you been preparing the poem?”

Everyone raised their ears when they heard this.

“I have been preparing for it since I started reading. I spent half my life and only wrote this poem! Although this poem is good, you can think about it. If you spend more than ten years writing just one poem, it will be better than others. Is your writing bad?”

This is very flattering, after all, no one wants to be worse than others.

So everyone nodded.

In particular, the legendary Mr. A Kun only had one spring water poem spread outside. If he was really talented, there would definitely be other works spread outside. So after a little thought, everyone believed Chen Jiannan’s words.

“So, the eyes of the people of Yongzhou are still sharp, and no one calls him the number one talent!”

Chen Jiannan said confidently.

“Brother Chen is right!”

“If that’s true, then Akun can’t even be considered a genius!”

“As scholars, we pay attention to artistic conception when writing poems and lyrics. Although spring water poems are good, they are just a pile of words accumulated over the years. No wonder I couldn’t write it after trying for a long time!”

“It’s the same!”

Jing Zhe in the corner knew that it was time for the protagonist to appear.

He was not angry because of everyone’s disparagement, but was very excited. This was not because he had a masochistic tendency, but because he had thought of a good way to sell alcohol.

When he was in trouble, there was always a group of fools who would lend a helping hand to him, which was touching.

He patted Hanhan on the shoulder and whispered a few words in his ear. Hanhan understood, nodded and ran out.

“Excuse me, I seem to hear someone talking about me?”

“…”

…

In the private room on the second floor, Su Xinping was not interested in spring water poems, and wanted to take Qi Junguang out to have fun again.

Qi Junguang was a little helpless, “I understand the wishes of the Crown Prince Jin, but I still won’t go to the Fragrant Garden. If the Crown Prince really wants to go, why not go by yourself!”

This is what I’m waiting for!

He was about to agree when he happened to hear Jing Zhe’s words. He came to the window and took a look, then sat down with melancholy eyes.

“The prince is not leaving?”

Qi Junguang asked curiously.

“I won’t go. I’ll also listen to how these scholars compose poems!”

His eyes never left Jing Zhe, calculating something.

…

In the private room on the third floor, there were also two pairs of eyes looking downstairs.

“We haven’t seen each other for a few years. I never thought that Wuxian Garden would be much more sophisticated than before, both in terms of scale and taste.”

Qingyun Sect does not have a branch in Jingzhou, but Wuxian Pavilion has purchased property here, and the owner of Wuxian Garden is following Qingqiu was an old acquaintance, so she came over after she and Jing Zhe separated.

When I came here last time, Wuxian Garden only had two floors, and the backyard was very small. It was just a place to store debris. It was incomparable to what it is now, so I was filled with emotions.

Next to her sat a young woman who was a few years older than her, less beautiful, but more mature. She was wearing a plain white dress, and her style was similar to that of the waiter downstairs.

This woman is the master of Wuxian Garden and the top disciple of Wuxian Pavilion, Wang Yingqiu.

“It’s just that I bought more land and changed the look. I’ve long been tired of staying here every day. However, sister Qingqiu often walks around the rivers and lakes and sees many new things. I’m very envious!”

Wang Yingqiu’s eyes were bright, and she didn’t seem to be faking it.

Qingqiu smiled, came over and held her hand: “Actually, I have traveled a lot, and the people and things I have seen are mostly the same. There is nothing new for a long time. Instead, I am thinking about how to sharpen my sword.”

“By the way, Did you make a breakthrough this time?”

Qingqiu shook his head and suddenly smiled and nodded.

“Actually, I met a person yesterday, and I gained some enlightenment from him, but I’m still far from a breakthrough.”

Then he blinked and looked at Wang Yingqiu, “That’s why I came to my sister. If I can have a discussion with her, , maybe we can make a breakthrough!”

After hearing this, Wang Yingqiu smiled bitterly and shook her head: “My good sister, don’t make fun of your sister! Before I took over Wuxianyuan, my sister could have fought with you a few times, but these I have been wasted for years, how can I still dare to compete with you?”

After saying that, he pointed downstairs: “But it doesn’t matter if I don’t practice swords anymore, listening to these literati reciting poems and lyrics every day is very interesting, but I haven’t for a long time. I heard the amazing poems, and I feel a little nostalgic.”

As if thinking of something, Wang Yingqiu came over and took Qingqiu’s arm and said with a smile: “Sister, why don’t you accompany your sister down? If those scholars see you, they will be inspired. I can’t tell if I can write some amazing poems!”

Qingqiu dodged Wang Yingqiu’s hand and said, “Sister, don’t make fun of me! It’s not like you don’t know that I often laugh when I see outsiders. I can’t even laugh. Those men are scared to death of me. If I go down, they won’t dare to write poems! It’s better for me to go down alone!”

“If I had a sister like you, I would definitely go down. Man, I’m afraid of you on the surface, but I admire you very much in my heart!”

No matter what Wang Yingqiu said, Qingqiu couldn’t stop laughing.

She has traveled around the world for many years, but has never participated in any poetry gathering. She doesn’t like it, or is not used to it.

As he was talking, he suddenly heard a lazy and familiar voice coming from downstairs. He walked to the window and took a look, his eyes shining.

“Sister, how about we go down there? Perhaps, traveling around in such a strange place is also a way of asking questions!”

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(End of this chapter)