My Sisters Excel in Both Literary and Martial Arts - Chapter 152

[Chapter 152 (Third update)]

“Your Highness, the problem now is not with Young Master Song.”

Bai Qingyuan felt uncomfortable seeing Song Baiyun acting coquettishly, so he stood up.

“Oh? Where is that?”

So Bai Qingyuan told Jing Zhe’s story. After listening to it, Su Mowu’s face turned gloomy.

“Akun…where did this come from?”

“Your Highness, I checked and found that he came from Yongzhou. He seems to be an orphan and there are no people at home!”

Who in this hall dislikes Jing the most? Zhe, it must be Su Xinping, the eldest son of the Jin Dynasty.

After being cut off by Qingqiu the night before yesterday, he went back and did a thorough search and found that there was no one named Akun in Qingyun Sect. Then he went to Yongzhou to check and found that in addition to writing a poem and opening a shop, he , with no further records.

He was actually fooled by such a person with no background?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he was ready to use Su Mowu’s hand to stab him again – could it be possible that Qingqiu could still follow him?

“Such a person dares to ruin my good deeds? I will send someone to kill him!”

“…”

Everyone was speechless. Su Mowu wanted to use force to solve everything. It was too violent.

“No, your highness! I heard that your majesty summoned him today, probably to ask him to participate in the poetry meeting. If something happens to him at this time, we will be involved!”

“Yes, I hope your highness will think twice!”

Everyone was trying to persuade him. , Song Jimao came out, “Your Highness, I have a way to prevent him from winning without killing him!”

“Oh? Tell me quickly!”

So Song Jimao told Jing Zhe that he had to drink strong alcohol to compose poems. After telling it once, Su Mowu was a little stunned.

“Is this true?”

Not to mention him, even Bai Qingyuan and others had never heard of such a strange way of writing. However, this was said by his own son. Of course Song Baiyun wanted to support him: “Your Highness, you are a talented person. , his behavior is always erratic and unpredictable, and some special habits are understandable.”

Su Mowu nodded, and then said: “That means that as long as he is not allowed to bring strong liquor into Wuxianyuan, he will not be able to do anything by then. Good words?”

“Exactly!”

Song Jimao nodded.

“But…where did he get his strong liquor? As far as I know, in the entire Anguo, only our royal family has the strong liquor paid by the barbarians!”

“Your Highness, he lives in the Zhang family!”

Su Xinping did not forget it .

remind.

“Zhang family? Is that the Zhang family whose winery you bought?”

Seeing Su Xinping nodding, Su Mowu narrowed his eyes: “It seems that the Zhang family made this liquor. As long as he is sealed up, all the liquor will be intercepted.” “Now, isn’t this done?”

Then he glanced at Wu Xianyong and said, “Secretary Wu, your son is the prefect of Jingzhou. It shouldn’t be difficult to seal up the Zhang family, right?”

“Yes, Your Highness !”

!”

Wu Xianyong agreed and retreated from Prince Xiang’s Mansion with the others.

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August 14, there is still one day left before the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival.

Jing Zhe planned to keep a low profile for the next two days and stay behind closed doors until tomorrow night when he would make a grand debut and make a sound in Jingzhou.

By then, he can recognize his second sister.

But there was no sense of expectation in my heart.

Early in the morning, people were already crowding outside Zhang’s house.

It was so noisy that he couldn’t calm down.

“Where’s Shopkeeper Zhang, come out quickly!”

“They said there’s strong liquor, why is the door still closed?”

“I’ll take a sip of this strong liquor and see if I can compose a good poem, haha!”

Most of these were scholars who had witnessed Jing Zhe’s “miracle” last night. They heard that the Zhang family had strong liquor, so they swarmed in early in the morning.

At this time, Zhang Xue was hiding in the door and shivering.

He told Jing Zhe yesterday that if he didn’t plan to sell it, just don’t tell others that he had spirits, otherwise he was looking for a fight?

As expected, people blocked the house early in the morning.

Suddenly, there was a sound of horse hooves outside, and then the noise stopped.

“What are you doing standing here? The government is handling the case, leave quickly!”

Then there was the sound of the door being kicked.

“Hurry up and open the door for me!”

Jing Zhe finally opened his eyes.

Who is so arrogant at the feet of the Emperor?

“Pah!”

“Pah!”

“Pah!”

The people outside kicked the door with a very rhythmic “pah, pah, pah”. Zhang Xuexian wanted to open the door, but was pulled aside by Jing Zhe.

Then he walked to the side of the door, quickly found a rhythm, and when another “pop” ended and the next “pop” had not yet begun, he opened the door fiercely——

“Wori!”

The next moment, a young man wearing a brocade robe and a felt hat stuck his foot in and performed a one-word horse for everyone.

But the place where he performed was a little awkward. The threshold in the middle of the Zhang family’s gate was very high.

“Ouch!”

The man in the felt hat covered his crotch and rolled on the ground in pain.

“Master, are you okay?”

Jing Zhe put his hand on the man’s shoulder and pressed it hard, and asked with great concern.

“Wori!”

The man in the felt hat grinned in pain, feeling like he was about to burst.

“Why are you touching me?”

“Master, I want to help you up!”

Jing Zhe said, grabbing his shoulders and lifting him up.

The man in the felt hat howled again in pain, and said fiercely: “Who the hell do you think you are? I know you? Do you need your help?”

“Okay.”

Jing Zhe said lightly, Then he let go of his hands, and the man in the felt hat who had just lifted his crotch a few centimeters away from the threshold fell down again.

“Uh~”

This time, the man in the felt hat was in so much pain that he couldn’t speak.

“Look, you won’t let me help you.”

Jing Zhe shook his head and spread his hands, expressing his helplessness.

Behind the man in the felt hat, outside the main gate of the Zhang family, a team of police officers stood there, watching the scene in complete silence. It took a while for someone to react and shout.

“Why are you still standing there? Why don’t you help the young master up quickly!”

The police officers ordered, and they ran back and forth to help the man in the felt hat up. Perhaps because his legs had just performed a horse, the man in the felt hat The legs are separated in a “big” shape and cannot be closed.

There was a group of spectators gathered outside the door. They were not even in a hurry to buy hard liquor. They instantly transformed into a melon-eating crowd, standing on the street, pointing inside, and occasionally snickering could be heard.

After a while, the man in the felt hat regained his composure and stared at Zhang Xuexian and Jing Zhe, his eyes full of anger.

The man in the felt hat should be well-known in Jingzhou City. At least Zhang Xuexian knew him. He hurried forward and said with a smile: “Master Wu, are you okay?”

“Get out!”

The man in the felt hat didn’t want to talk to him. He roared angrily, stared at Jing Zhe fiercely, and said word by word: “Did you do it on purpose?”

——Thank

you to the boss with the last number 7862 for the 100 starting coin reward!

(End of chapter)