My Sisters Excel in Both Literary and Martial Arts - Chapter 140

[Chapter 140 Good words (the fifth update is about Cat Helmsman!)]

The talented people in front finished reading the poems as if they were just watching the poems. Wang Yingqiu only responded with a polite smile – to be honest, she didn’t go crazy. It’s very honorable.

Everyone didn’t care about their own performance. They all stepped back at this time, leaving the stage to Chen Jiannan and Song Jimao. The two people were fighting each other just now. When it comes time to meet the real chapter, this collision must be exciting, right?

They are all a little impatient!

The more powerful the players are, the more powerful they will be in the end. Chen Jiannan naturally wanted to be the last one to appear, but this was not his home court after all, so he stepped forward in advance.

“I am really lucky to meet Master Wang Yuan and Qingqiu Heroine today! I wrote a poem, I hope Qingqiu Heroine likes it!”

Chen Jiannan bowed to the two women and then said softly.

“In the lingering smoke of the Jian Pavilion, the beauty used to live here.

The flowers are still in the cage of brocade, and the moss embroiders the curtains and carriages.

The heroine comes to the poetry garden, like a fairy who is gone with the wind.

She does not drink to relieve her sorrow, and the world loses its green color.”

“Good poetry .

!”

Looking at this poem alone, perhaps because the time is too short and it is a designated proposition, the quality can only be regarded as medium.

But compared with the previous limericks, the excellence of this poem stands out.

This is exactly what the saying goes:

It’s not how good I am, it all depends on the support of my peers!

So Wang Yingqiu was the first to shout “Hello”, and she couldn’t help but sigh in her heart, finally hearing a more normal poem.

With her taking the lead, other scholars in the hall also took turns applauding. Jing Zhe, who was standing outside and was ignored, curled his lips and was very dissatisfied.

But he also had to admit that Chen Jiannan was already very good at being able to write such a poem in such a short time, but compared with him, he was far behind.

After receiving Wang Yingqiu’s approval, Chen Jiannan was full of energy, and smiled at everyone: “You are so complimentary, the heroine of Qingqiu is astonishing, but she is not strong enough in her writing. She has to do this with all her strength!”

“Mr. Chen is too modest!”

Wang Yingqiu smiled: “It’s very rare for Mr. Chen to write this poem in such a short time. He deserves to be the first talented man in Yongzhou!”

“The second talented man is the second talented man!”

Everyone turned around and looked at Jing Zhe’s stupidity. Like a clown, he burst into laughter, then turned around and ignored him.

“…”

Damn, what a bunch of idiots!

“Now that Mr. Chen has finished writing, I have to show my shame!”

At this time, Song Jimao slowly came to the middle of the crowd, and everyone’s eyes were focused on him. He closed his eyes and raised his head, with the corners of his mouth raised, enjoying this kind of praise from the stars. The feeling of moon.

“Fuck, force the king!”

Chen Jiannan spat and cursed secretly.

“Wuxian Garden, with long secluded paths. Plain hands are like jade, and the pure harp is the king’s piece. Falling flowers and flowing water fall in love with the quiet fragrance, and the fragrance of osmanthus blooms between the eyebrows.

Tie green clothes, the coolness of late autumn. The lonely shadow follows the sword, this scene is the most heartbreaking. Qingyun Gate Who is fighting for the king here? With the world of mortals as our companions, don’t Xiaoyi be frivolous.”

After he finished reading, Wang Yingqiu did not rush to comment, but chewed it carefully.

“Wearing green (clear) clothes, late autumn is cool, Qingqiu… It turned out that I only heard that Song Gongzi was the most talented person in Jingzhou, but in recent years, Song Gongzi often lived in the house and had no chance to see him. Today I am lucky enough to witness Song Gongzi writing lyrics on the spot, and Every sentence has a title, which is really impressive! “

Wang Yingqiu is obsessed with poetry and talks a lot when seeing good words.

This poem can be said to be one of the two best poems I have seen in the past six months, the other one is a spring water poem.

Then he looked at Qingqiu with a smile, “Sister Qingqiu, what do you think of this poem?”

Qingqiu said lightly: “Actually, I don’t understand poetry, but there is something in this poem that touches me. Thank you Mr. Song!”

She was telling the truth. She rarely had the opportunity to come into contact with poetry, so naturally she would not resonate with it. Her comments were extremely simple.

After finishing speaking, she stood up again and gave Song Jimao a fist-cup salute. This seemed to be inappropriate among a group of scholars, but Song Jimao was flattered and bowed in response.

Qingqiu, the leader of Qingyun Sect, is famously cold. Not only did he say so many things to me today, but he also saluted me – she won’t fall in love with me, right?

Song Jimao secretly glanced at Qingqiu, thinking narcissistically.

Chen Jiannan, who had just come out in the limelight, seemed a little lonely. He thought he was almost the same as Song Jimao – but that was just compared to him in the past few years. It was obvious that he had improved a lot in the past few years, and now he is He is far from Song Kimao’s opponent.

When two people are put together, the outcome is determined, and the outcome is determined.

Everyone has already begun to congratulate Song Kimao.

Song Jimao proudly held up his hands and said, “You’re showing off your ugliness, you’re showing off your ugliness!”

At this time, Hanhan ran in from the outside holding a small wine jar. Everyone in the hall was congratulating Song Jimao, but no one paid attention.

But Jing Zhe saw it, raised the corner of his mouth, and stood up.

“Well, you have indeed made a fool of yourself!”

“…”

…

As the capital of Anguo, Jingzhou City can indeed produce many people.

Song Jimao’s level far exceeded Jing Zhe’s expectations.

As Wang Yingqiu said, the words he just wrote not only hit the topic every sentence, but also were exquisitely and beautifully worded, and the artistic conception was far from comparable to Chen Jiannan’s poem.

The most important thing is that these are not words prepared in advance, but something done on the spot in such a short time, which is amazing.

Unfortunately, he met Jingzhe, the king of plagiarism.

After hearing his words, everyone turned around again.

They really couldn’t figure it out. With Zhuyu in front of him, how could he have the courage to accuse others of “showing their embarrassment”? Isn’t this just putting your face in someone else’s slap to ask for a slap?

Song Jimao squinted at him and sneered: “What, are you trying to say that if you can drink strong liquor, you can compose a better poem than me?”

“Of course.”

“Haha, then you just have to You can go to a dream, because only in a dream can you drink strong alcohol!”

“Hahaha~”

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone laughed in cooperation.

Even Wang Yingqiu pursed her lips: Is this person really stupid or pretending to be stupid?

“You don’t have to wait until the dream, you can do it now!”

As he said, Jing Zhe took the wine jar from Hanhan’s hand, “I came to Jingzhou this time. I heard that there are people in Jingzhou who can make spirits. Haha, it just so happens. I found it!”

“Strong liquor?”

Everyone was shocked and looked at the wine jar in his hand.

So, with everyone watching, Jing Zhe opened the lid of the wine jar. In an instant, the aroma of wine overflowed and filled the room. It was actually several times more fragrant and fragrant than the pot of wine Wang Yingqiu had just brought!

“This…is indeed strong liquor!”

Someone approached the wine jar, took a strong sniff, and said intoxicatedly.

People in this era usually drink low-alcohol alcohol, so they are particularly sensitive to the smell of spirits. You can smell it when you get close to it.

“Everyone give way!”

“I’ll smell it!”

“It’s true!”

“It’s so strong!”

Seeing everyone rushing forward to get closer, Wang Yingqiu looked down at the wine bottle in her hand, and instantly felt that it didn’t smell good anymore.

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Which poem do you think is the best to copy?

(End of chapter)