My Sisters Excel in Both Literary and Martial Arts - Chapter 139

[Chapter 139 Okay, garden owner (fourth update, please be the first to order!)]

Wang Yingqiu pressed her hand down and made a silencing gesture.

The reason why she took over Wuxian Garden at that time was that the owner of Wuxian Garden needed to deal with literati, and a woman was more suitable. However, there were few female disciples in the pavilion, so she was arranged to come over.

Secondly, she also loves poetry. If she hears a good poem, she will be happy for a long time.

She didn’t want to know about the personal grudges between Jing Zhe and Chen Jiannan, and she didn’t bother to know.

After everyone calmed down, she looked at Jing Zhe again and said coldly: “Young master, you can call me Wang Yuanzhu, not the owner of the garden!”

Wang Yingqiu still cared about this title very much.

Mom, this is Wuxian Garden, not Fragrant Garden. By calling me like this, doesn’t it mean I’m the same as the old bustard in Fragrant Garden?

Jing Zhe nodded and said seriously: “Okay, garden owner.”

“…”

Don’t be angry, don’t be angry…

Wang Yingqiu comforted herself in her heart. She also knew that Prince Jin and the third prince of Nan Qi were watching from the second floor. Nothing can go wrong at this time.

Then he changed the topic: “I heard that the young master is Mr. Akun who wrote the spring water poem

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The Nu family admires his talent and is very happy to see him today.”

Even though he was criticized twice by Jing Zhe, Wang Yingqiu’s words were not false at all. As a poetry lover, his awe for the strong comes from the bottom of his heart. of.

“Well, I envy the garden owner’s vision.”

Jing Zhe nodded and said.

“…”

Qingqiu turned to the side where there was no one around, her shoulders shaking.

Wang Yingqiu promised that if it wasn’t in front of so many people, she would have slapped him away!

Do you understand humility? Do you know how to save face?

But I comforted myself that it was understandable for talented people to behave strangely, and it was understandable…

After thinking about it, I calmed down.

“I heard that Mr. A Kun can only write lyrics after drinking good wine?”

“Yes.”

“Wuxianyuan just happens to have some good wine brewed in our pavilion. Mr. A Kun, please try it?”

“Okay.”

Jian Jing Zhe agreed, and Wang Yingqiu clapped her hands. Soon, the waiter came over with a bottle of wine and poured a glass in front of Jing Zhe.

In an instant, the aroma of wine overflows!

“The smell of wine is so fragrant!”

“It is indeed a good wine brewed by Wuxian Pavilion!”

“If you can taste such a fine wine, how can you not write good words?”

After saying this, everyone began to envy Jing Zhe.

Smelling the aroma of wine, Jing Zhe frowned slightly.

He knew the wine was good without tasting it.

But he couldn’t say the wine was good.

He is still bitter about Qingqiu “stealing” his money, and he doesn’t have much favorable impressions of her friend Wang Yingqiu, so he choked her a few times.

But he would not say that the wine is not good because of this!

The reason is still for the spirits. If he now admits that their wine is good, how can he sell his spirits?

“Master Akun, give it a try!”

Wang Yingqiu’s words brought Jingzhe back to reality. He picked up the wine cup, took a sip, and then put it down.

“How is it?”

“Not so good.”

Seeing Wang Yingqiu’s face gradually darkening, he immediately said: “It’s not that the wine is not good, but if I write lyrics, I must have strong alcohol. The wine is not strong. , I can’t compose the lyrics!”

“That means Mr. A Kun can’t compose the lyrics?”

“Without strong wine, I can’t compose the lyrics,”

Jing Zheli said confidently.

“Haha.”

Liquor?

No, but they are all in the palace!

If you can’t drink it for the rest of your life, then stop writing lyrics!

I thought he was a talented man, but he turned out to be a liar! No wonder he talks so strangely!

Wang Yingqiu sneered and stopped looking at him.

How could Chen Jiannan, who had been depressed after being criticized by Jing Zhe, miss this opportunity?

He immediately jumped out, pointed at Jing Zhe and said: “Look what I said? He is a liar. He is not good enough, and he blames the wine for being bad! I think he may have plagiarized the spring water poem from somewhere. !”

Everyone nodded frequently, agreeing with his point of view.

In an instant, Jing Zhe was like a rat crossing the street, and everyone was shouting to beat him.

Qingqiu glanced at him worriedly. Although the contact time was not long, she always felt that he was not that kind of person, but why didn’t he refute?

But Jing Zhe, the person involved, was not affected at all. Instead, he wanted to laugh: The happier you are now, the more painful it will be when you are slapped in the face!

…

“Everyone, let me introduce it to you!”

Although Wang Yingqiu hated Jing Zhe, adding insult to injury or being sarcastic was not her style, so she pulled Qingqiu out.

“This is Qingyun Sect’s first disciple, Qingqiu!”

After she finished her introduction, the hall fell into a brief silence.

Afterwards, everyone in the hall was shocked.

A person’s name, the shadow of a tree.

Who is Qingqiu?

That was the first disciple of the Qingyun Sect, the leader of the four major sects. He was once the youngest first disciple among the four major sects. Although this record was later broken by the Kunlun Mirror, no one underestimated him.

Moreover, she and Kunlun Jing are equally skilled in martial arts and have few rivals among the younger generation. What is even more amazing is that they are not only powerful in martial arts, but also beautiful in appearance. They are known as the “Yun Jing Shuang Jiao”.

I have only heard of their legends on weekdays. How could it not be exciting to see one of the two beauties today?

Seeing everyone’s enthusiasm, Wang Yingqiu smiled and said: “Qingqiu usually travels around the world, and has never participated in activities such as poetry gatherings. Today I came to Wuxian Garden, and so many talented people were present, so I want you to How about the talented man writing poems and lyrics about her?”

“Okay!”

everyone shouted.

“Of course, since it was Yingqiu who suggested it, the prize is indispensable.”

He pointed to the jug that he had just poured a cup for Jing Zhe, “How about this, whoever writes the best poems, this jug of wine will be given to him He and Qingqiu drank together. What do you think?”

“Okay!”

“Let’s start, gentlemen!”

Wang Yingqiu pulled Qingqiu back and left the stage to the scholars in the hall. Gearing up, with high morale, she smiled at Qingqiu in a low voice: “Look what sister is saying? How happy are they when you come forward? Maybe, we can really hear a few good poems today!”

Qingqiu nodded lightly and looked towards On the other hand, I don’t know what I’m thinking about.

Next, the scholars in the hall took turns to appear.

He held a folding fan in his hand and shook his head, looking serious, but the poem he produced was really unflattering.

“Niao Tingting has a tall and slender body, a graceful and pretty appearance.

Her long hair is flowing and swaying, and she smiles and whispers unparalleled in the world.”

Jing Zhe almost laughed out loud after hearing this. What kind of gods and talents are these? Oiled, right?

Perhaps he also knew that he could only live in hot spots and soy sauce. The quality of the poems written by the subsequent scholars was not much different from the first limerick. Listening to it made people drowsy.

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(End of this chapter)