My Sisters Excel in Both Literary and Martial Arts - Chapter 165

[Chapter 165 The poetry meeting begins (fourth update)]

It was like a joke, and as soon as it was finished, everyone burst into laughter.

Jing Zhe was not angry, “I rely on my poems!”

“Your poems?”

The bachelor glanced at him, “How can you write poems with your brain?”

After saying this, everyone laughed again.

“If you insult me like this, be careful that I won’t participate in the poetry meeting.”

“Hahaha!”

As if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, the bachelor couldn’t help it anymore and burst into laughter.

“I beg you not to participate!”

Every year during the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival, countless scholars gather in Jingzhou city, not only local scholars in Jingzhou, but also a few who come from other places. These people will eventually be able to enter Wuxianyuan to participate How many people are there in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Club?

So one more of him is not more, and one less of him is not more, the bachelor said directly sarcastically.

“Okay, it’s you who drove me away!”

After saying that, Jing Zhe pulled Zhang Xiaoyu and left. Zhang Xiaoyu was even more confused: I promised to come to the poetry competition and get the first place, why didn’t I do it before I got in? Going?

“Let’s go, let’s go!”

The bachelor was not afraid of him at all and continued to taunt.

“Okay, if someone asks later why Mr. A Kun didn’t come to the poetry meeting -“

Jing Zhe then pointed at the bachelor, “just say that he drove him away!”

“…”

After finishing speaking, At this point, Jing Zhe really walked out.

…

The great scholar was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly came to his senses.

If we were to say that the most famous talent in Jingzhou City was none other than Song Jimao, the son of Song University Scholar, and below Song Jimao, there was Chen Jiannan, the Yongzhou talent whom they had been flirting with just now.

But in the past few days, there is a person who is more popular than them, and even defeated them both with one poem. This person is A Kun!

This Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition, to put it bluntly, is actually a poetry competition where the talents of Anguo resist the three princes of Southern Qi. If they lose, not only will Princess Mochen marry Nanqi, but all the scholars in Anguo will lose their face.

At the court, Song Baiyun admitted to his face that Song Jimao was no match for the third prince of Southern Qi. Emperor An placed all his hopes on Master A Kun – of course, these two bachelors had very low status, otherwise they would not have run away. They only heard about coming to do this kind of work.

Moreover, Emperor An also summoned Mr. A Kun alone…

Therefore, Mr. A Kun’s status in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival today is very important, and it is not something that a great scholar like them can offend.

Seeing that Jing Zhe was about to squeeze into the crowd, the two bachelors looked at each other and rushed out.

“Young Master A Kun, you can’t leave!”

“The two of us are blind and blind. If our words offend Young Master A Kun, I hope you won’t take offense!”

“…”

In front of so many scholars, two university students Scholars personally performed the “birth of the licking dog”. Compared with rubbing their faces on the ground, they paid more attention to their official positions, or their lives.

If the third prince of Southern Qi wins a great victory because Mr. A Kun cannot participate in the poetry meeting, then Emperor An will be blamed. No matter how many heads they have, they won’t be able to chop him off!

“Didn’t you drive me away?”

Jing Zhe turned around and looked at them with a half-smile.

“We are so blind that we don’t recognize Mr. A Kun!”

“If we knew he was Mr. Akun, we would have let him in without saying a word!”

Jing Zhe glanced at the two men, thinking that bullying and fear of strength were clearly demonstrated in them.

He had no intention of fussing with such a little guy, so he snorted coldly and led Zhang Xiaoyu into Wuxian Garden.

…

Wuxianyuan today is slightly different from the last time I came here. There are small colorful lanterns hanging everywhere in the building, swaying in the wind, but there are not many people in the hall at this time, and it seems a bit deserted.

Jing Zhe asked a servant and found out that all the talented people who came in had gone to the backyard, and the first poetry competition today was in the osmanthus forest in the backyard.

The first competition?

Could it be more than one scene?

Jing Zhe wanted to ask again, but the servant was obviously very busy and ran away after answering the first question.

So Jing Zhe and Zhang Xiaoyu walked directly into the back courtyard from the back door of the hall.

There are rows of pavilions and pavilions in the courtyard, and the garden rockery and running water are faint. In the middle of the courtyard is a large open osmanthus forest, which is filled with various kinds of osmanthus trees, including golden osmanthus, silver osmanthus, red osmanthus and other different varieties.

Now is the golden autumn season, with pearls and trees, hundreds of flowers blooming, and fragrance floating for miles, refreshing. At this time, the full moon is shining brightly in the sky, and a faint white halo pours down, intertwining various kinds of sweet-scented osmanthus, creating a beautiful scene.

“Master, look!”

Zhang Xiaoyu came here for the first time. Looking at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree full of golden flowers, dotted with delicate red leaves, her mood suddenly improved. She pulled a spike of sweet-scented osmanthus in front of her and shouted with a smile. Jing Zhe.

Seeing this scene, Jing Zhe was a little lost in thought.

In my vague memory, there was a huge osmanthus tree planted in the old house in Jingzhou. Because Jing Zhe was too young at that time, during the golden autumn season, several sisters climbed up the tree and shook the branches. Jing Zhe stood Under the tree, your body will be covered with sweet-scented osmanthus rain in an instant.

At that time, he also promised to his sisters that when he grew up, he would give each of them a sweet-scented osmanthus shower.

But the good times did not last long. He moved to Pengzhou soon, and his original promise became empty words. In the yard of Pengzhou, Jing Wenmao also planted a laurel tree. Whenever it bloomed, Jing Zhe could only sigh alone. , no one can shake it.

“Young Master…”

Zhang Xiaoyu thought Jing Zhe was looking at her dumbfounded. The fragrance of the flowers was swaying, the girl was emotional, and her voice became a little coquettish.

Jing Zhe immediately came back to his senses when she shouted. He felt a little sad in his heart, and he didn’t notice the charm of the girl in front of him. He looked at the crowd gathering in the distance and said softly.

“Come on, let’s go over and take a look!”

After saying that, he walked away.

“Oh…”

Zhang Xiaoyu bit her lip, eyes filled with stars, and followed closely.

…

Directly in front of where the crowd gathered, there was a row of long tables and chairs.

On both sides of the seat, several people were sitting.

The only person Jing Zhe knew was Emperor An, and the two young men in rich robes sitting next to him looked somewhat similar to him. They should be the Crown Prince and Prince Xiang.

Su Xinping, the prince of Jin Dynasty, also came, but he didn’t even get a seat. He was standing like Jing Zhe, but he was standing behind Emperor An, looking like he was miserable.

Sitting on the other side was a young man who was also very impressive and well-groomed, only slightly inferior to him.

Seeing that he exudes a villainous aura, he must be the third prince of Nan Qi.

Right in front of the crowd, three people were sitting. Zhu Xinning was in the middle. Two old men were sitting on either side. One looked similar to Song Jimao, and the other was wearing an official robe. Although his hair and beard were gray, But full of momentum.

Behind them was a screen. The candlelight reflected the figure of the woman behind him on the screen. This figure was too familiar to Jing Zhe. Who else could it be besides Su Mochen?

Almost a quarter of an hour later, Sui Shouren came in from outside and whispered a few words to Emperor An. Emperor An nodded after listening, then glanced at Zhu Xinning and said softly:

“Zhu Sheren, let’s start!”

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(This chapter over)