My Sisters Excel in Both Literary and Martial Arts - Chapter 15

[Chapter 15 Showing off one’s embarrassment!]

“It’s true that you are boasting that your poetry is the only one in the world.”

Jing Zhe smiled contemptuously, “There are still some people who are the only one in Yongzhou!”

“…”

“Arrogant! If you can really write better poems than me, then I, Chen Jiannan, will be willing to I’ll give you the title of the most talented person in Yongzhou!”

“Haha, Mr. Chen should keep this useless title for himself!”

“You——”

Chen Jiannan was hit hard tonight and was beaten by Jing Zhe. Excited, his steps were sloppy, and if he hadn’t been helped by someone, he would have fallen to the ground.

“Interesting, interesting!”

Lin Wenyao saw this, clapped his hands and laughed, looking at Jing Zhe with eyes full of approval.

“He is also the bad scholar in your mouth, why are you happy?”

Chen Jiannan steadied himself and glanced at Lin Wenyao, meaning that we are a civil war between scholars, and winning or losing has nothing to do with you.

Jing Zhe, however, waved his hand quickly, “I write poetry based on talent, not a scholar!”

In order to draw a clear line between himself and Chen Jiannan, and not to offend Lin Wenyao, Jing Zhe did not hesitate to lower his status.

“…”

This title was a bit novel, and everyone was amazed.

At this time, the old bustard stood up and said, “Looking at the young master’s appearance, do you dare to ask the young master what his surname is?”

Jing Zhe thought for a while and said generously: “My name is humble. I am called A Kun. I am really ashamed to say it.”

The old bustard read it again. He didn’t continue to dwell on this weird name and changed the topic: “Young Master, do you want to write a poem for Miss Wan’er?”

“No.”

Seeing Lin Wenyao looking over, Jing Zhe quickly shook his head.

Hearing this, everyone unanimously turned their attention to the pink young man, thinking that not only did the two of them look good, but their operations were also very similar!

“I just want to write a poem for my wife!”

“…”

The scene was silent.

Everyone looked at Jing Zhe and then at the Madam, and were shocked: This taste… is too strong?

The pink young man tilted his head and thought, and finally suddenly realized: No wonder he has repeatedly rejected those young women, it turns out that this one is so good!

After a moment, the crowd burst into laughter.

Even the madam herself turned red.

Behind her is the young and beautiful girl Wan’er, and in front of her is the handsome young man in Yushu Linfeng. Are you writing a poem for her, an old lady?

Doesn’t this embarrass her?

“Master, I’m old, so don’t take advantage of me for fun!”

“Uh…”

Jing Zhe was stunned for a moment, looked at everyone’s happy expressions, and then looked at the old madam’s bloated figure. Combined with the meaning of these words, The ambiguity can’t help but feel a chill.

Damn it, no matter how hungry the laborers are, they still can’t be tank soldiers, right?

“Madam, I misunderstood. What I mean is that I want to write a poem for Madam’s Chunshui Tower. I wonder what Madam wants?”

“Writing a poem for Chunshui Tower?”

This is new.

She had seen people fighting over poems because of jealousy, and people competing for talent. But this was the first time the Madam had heard of someone writing poems for Chun Shui Tower, and she couldn’t help but be a little surprised.

“Yes! It is to write poems for Chunshui Tower!”

Jing Zhe stood up and came to the crowd with a smile, “Chunshui Tower is famous far and wide in Yongzhou City, and literati admire it. It can be seen that Madam has put a lot of effort into Chunshui Tower!”

These words were instantaneous !

It brought back the memories of the madam’s hardworking days in her youth. She was slightly moved and couldn’t help but nod.

Jing Zhe changed the topic and said bluntly: “Chunshui Tower is very good, but not the best. I can make Chunshui Tower even better!”

“How can it be better?”

The madam cooperated with Miss Wan’er to do such a thing today. Just to increase the popularity of Chunshui Tower, Jing Zhe’s words undoubtedly hit her weak point, so she hurriedly asked.

“Chunshui Tower is well-known in Yongzhou City, but in a big city like Jingzhou, how many people have heard of it? If I write a strange poem for Chunshui Tower, let the name of Chunshui Tower be resounding throughout the country with the strange words. , Isn’t Chunshui Tower’s business even better?”

“Idiot!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Jiannan jumped out.

“A strange poem that can be heard throughout Anguo? Song Jimao, the grandson of Lord Song, a scholar of the Hanlin Academy at that time, has a high level of poetry and can be said to be the leader of our generation. I am afraid that even he would not dare to say such a big thing. You are very courageous!”

“You are !

Do you really think that your poetry is unique in the world? “

” Haha, ridiculous, extremely ridiculous!”

Not only Chen Jiannan questioned, but also all the scholars present had this idea.

Is it true that a trainee who has been studying for two and a half years is so easy to write strange poems?

But Jing Zhe’s words were full of temptation for the old bustard, and he smiled expectantly: “If Mr. A Kun can really write such a wonderful poem, I will be happy! Not only that, Miss Wan’er will also want to see it. See the young master!”

When he said this, his voice suddenly became coquettish, and he glanced at him vaguely, making Jing Zhe’s skin crawl.

Auntie, please spare me!

I finally thought of a way to slap Chen Jiannan in the face without offending Lin Wenyao.

Why do you always want me to see Miss Wan’er?

“There’s no need to meet Miss Wan’er.”

As he spoke, his voice became much softer, and Jing Zhe asked with some embarrassment: “If my poem satisfies Madam, can I get some polishing fees?”

This is what Jing Zhe wants. The ultimate goal!

Making money is the key, everything else is nonsense!

“Pencil polishing fee?”

The madam was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, “That’s natural!”

But she said in her heart that this young master is really thin-skinned. Doesn’t the man who came to the building just want to see Wan’er?

It’s just a trembling thing, I’m embarrassed to say it!

However, if he can really write a masterpiece, Wan’er will meet him without having to tell him.

If you can’t make it, you can only apologize, and the retouching fee? Go ahead and dream!

“Okay, then let’s make it a deal!”

Jing Zhe’s face was filled with a satisfied smile when he heard the Madam promised to give him money!

“Master, write a poem first!”

the woman reminded.

“Okay!”

After hearing this, the others stepped back a few steps with great discernment, preparing to provide him with a place to show off.

But Jing Zhe didn’t appreciate it.

Pacing back and forth, shaking your head, and expressing grandiose expressions are all the lowest form of pretense. How does the highest level of pretense require foreplay?

“I’m showing off my shame!”

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Thank you very much for the friends who voted for recommendation and followed the course. Chonglou originally wanted to start two updates after signing the contract, but my daughter has been sick these days and is a little exhausted. The elderly at home are also hospitalized today. , I was very busy. I just came home from the hospital, so I had to fix the words I coded at noon and send them out. I am really ashamed of my friends who support Chonglou and this book. When this chapter is finished, Chonglou will work hard to update it. Thank you!

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