My Sisters Excel in Both Literary and Martial Arts - Chapter 141

[Chapter 141 Chapter 140 Qingqiu (Added the sixth update for the helmsman of Xishangque!)]

Jing Zhe’s purpose in coming to Wuxian Garden is to sell spirits.

Otherwise, he would be too lazy to listen to the chatter of these scholars and go directly to the Fragrance Garden. Wouldn’t it be nice?

As for how to market spirits, the method is actually very simple.

After all, spirits are a scarce item in Anguo. As long as the advertising is done well, there is no need to worry about buyers.

The simplest way is to concoct the routine he used when he acted in Yongzhou. Unfortunately, several movie stars in Mangshan are not here, and Hanhan can only do some physical work to make it easier for him to act. It is pure self-harm for him to act.

So he had no choice but to change his strategy and think about it, which led to the current scene.

“This is really strong wine! I dare to ask Mr. A Kun, where did this strong wine come from?”

Jing Zhe closed the lid, carefully held the wine jar in his arms, and looked at everyone warily, “This …Of course I can’t tell you!”

“Master Akun, since you can buy liquor, what’s the point of telling us?”

“Yes, yes!”

Jing Zhe shook his head, “I can’t tell you, at least not now!”

Then he analyzed it seriously: “After I drank this strong wine, I can compose poems and lyrics easily. I will definitely be able to show off my talents during the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival! If you drink the strong wine and do the same, wouldn’t you be trying to steal it from me? The first place in the poetry meeting?”

“…”

Everyone was speechless and wanted to tell him: Brother, wake up, is it true that you can compose poetry after drinking strong wine? Then there’s no need to read a book, just drink some liquor!

At this time Wang Yingqiu said: “Since the liquor is here, how about Master A Kun take a sip now and compose a poem for us to open our eyes?”

“Yes, yes!”

Everyone clapped in agreement again, wanting to see it. Is it true or false?

With Jing Zhe’s arrogant character, just now you were yelling at me, and then in the next moment you asked me to write the lyrics, but I won’t do it!

But considering that he wanted to build momentum for the spirit, he decided not to worry so much, and nodded: “Since the owner of the garden said so, I will reluctantly compose a song!”

“…”

…

poured a drink from the wine jar. A cup of strong wine suddenly fills the garden with strong aroma.

Jing Zhe raised his head, drank it all in one gulp, and then shouted loudly.

“Good wine!”

Everyone watched his operation silently, still skeptical about whether he could produce poems of the same quality as Chun Shui Ci. In fact, even if the quality was worse, they could understand. After all, the starting point of Chun Shui Ci was too high. , it is too difficult to surpass.

Chen Jiannan, who was standing next to him, had a gloomy look on his face: Just pretending to be a ghost, and see if you can’t do it later, I’ll pay you back twice as much as you just laughed at me!

“Speechless, I went up to the west tower alone, the moon was like a hook.”

After Jing Zhe read the first sentence, the hall became quiet.

Because Wuxian Garden is located in the west of Jingzhou City, it is not impossible to call it “West Tower”, and no one has any objection.

Wang Yingqiu looked at this young man who had a playful smile just now and was annoying when he opened his mouth. His aura suddenly changed, which was really interesting.

“The deep courtyard of the lonely phoenix tree is locked in the autumn.

It keeps cutting, and the reason is still messy.

It is the sorrow of separation.

It is not the ordinary feeling in my heart.”

In just a few sentences, I have finished reading.

“This word…”

Everyone stood stunned on the spot. If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, who would have dared to believe that the young man in front of them could actually compose such a good song just because he took a sip of strong alcohol?

Yes, although the themes of the poems are different and cannot be compared, in their opinion, the quality of this poem has surpassed that of spring water poems. Even if you look at Anguo, there are only a few poems that can match it!

“Good words!”

After all, Wang Yingqiu is a person who loves poetry. She has always criticized poetry. After chewing it carefully twice, she was immediately moved by the melancholy mood in the words.

The cutting is constant and the things are still messy…

isn’t it just separation and sorrow?

“Young Master A Kun’s talent is unparalleled in the world. Yingqiu is short-sighted. I offended you a lot just now. I hope you will forgive me!”

Wang Yingqiu bowed and bowed with a pious attitude.

Jing Zhe nodded seriously, “Well, since you are so sincere, I will forgive you!”

“…”

Although his words are good and there is nothing to say, his words are really itchy to listen to. !

Then he turned to look at Qingqiu and saw a strange light shining in her eyes.

Qingqiu is locked in the lonely Wutong courtyard…

To put it simply, Qingqiu seems to have seen herself in these years. Apart from practicing in the arena, she spent the rest of her time on Qingyun Mountain at Qingyun Gate, like a captive animal, as lonely as snow.

What has supported her becoming stronger and stronger over the years…

is it the way of the sword?

no.

It’s the sorrow of longing that keeps getting cut off and turned into chaos!

Although Qingqiu didn’t understand poetry, he was moved by this poem and felt at a loss.

Seeing this, Wang Yingqiu pulled her hand. She had already made up her mind and smiled at everyone: “What do you think, gentlemen, of the words Mr. A Kun just wrote?”

“Okay!” No matter how

many words of praise, the last All combined into one word “good”.

Wang Yingqiu looked at Song Jimao again, “What do you think, Mr. Song?”

Song Jimao came out and smiled bitterly at Jing Zhe: “I studied hard for three years, and I thought I had achieved something. I didn’t expect that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world. Today, Mr. Akun gave me I have learned a lesson, and I will bow down to you!”

With that, he bowed respectfully to Jing Zhe. There was no need to explain anymore, the outcome was obvious.

“I just heard Mr. A Kun say that he wants to participate in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival in three days. Song is very happy. He also hopes to get some advice from Mr. A Kun at the poetry meeting!”

After saying that, he said to Jing Zhe again. He handed over his hands and walked away with his head held high.

Everyone looked at his back and sighed.

He could indeed leave with his head held high, because the words he lost to were so amazing. It was not shameful to lose, but it was his free and easy spirit that the scholar present asked himself, and it was completely impossible to do it for himself.

His awe for Song Kimao deepened.

Jing Zhe was equally emotional.

Although I don’t like this guy, I have to admit that he is very strong, more than a little stronger than Chen Jiannan who is still narrowing his eyes to find flaws.

“It seems that there is no need to judge anymore. The winner has been decided, Master A Kun!”

Wang Yingqiu smiled, and then said: “As for this lucky draw…”

As she said that, she picked up her wine bottle and looked at Jing Zhe. He held the liquor in his chest like a treasure, his cheeks slightly red.

“As for the lottery, there is no need. After all, the owner’s wine is not as good as mine!”

“…”

If Jing Zhe had just said that, everyone would have burst into laughter.

But having seen the power of strong liquor, they were more respectful and greedy.

So someone asked: “Master Akun, please tell us where you bought this strong drink!”

Before drinking, they couldn’t even write an ordinary word, but they could write such a good word after just one sip. If you see it with your own eyes, you already believe it.

This strong drink has such power, I can do it even if I drink it!

He handed the wine jar to Hanhan, then pointed forward, “Look at that!”

Everyone looked forward in the direction of his finger, and there was nothing there.

When I turned back, I realized that I had been deceived. The place where Jing Zhe was standing was already empty!

Wang Yingqiu and Qingqiu looked at each other, dumbfounded.

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(Happy Mid-Autumn Festival and Labor Day everyone! Chonglou’s prediction is right, the first order is 100 so far… I hope it will get better and better!)

(End of this chapter)