My Sisters Excel in Both Literary and Martial Arts - Chapter 169

[Chapter 169: The remaining clouds are overflowing with coldness (fourth update)]

To be honest, Qi Junguang did not expect that Song Jimao would be so defeated.

He proudly glanced at the crowd again, “Is there anyone else who has written poems? If not, I will really be embarrassed!”

There was a commotion in the crowd, and it seemed that Qi Junguang was criticizing his arrogance, but no one came out to challenge him.

Seeing this scene, Qi Jun was very happy.

It seems that I have thought too much. That Akun is not a great talent at all. He can only write two poems at most. I heard that he doesn’t even dare to show his face when he writes poems!

If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have mentioned the martial arts test. How good would it be to just decide the outcome in one game?

And An Di, who was sitting on the other side, was also anxious: What is that guy doing? Why haven’t you come out yet? Could it be that he took the gold medal he gave him and ran away?

After thinking about what he heard from Su Mochen about Jing Zhe’s acting style, he felt that this possibility was very high!

Jing Zhe, who was hiding behind the crowd, was chatting with Zhou Zhiwei.

“Brother Zhou, I didn’t expect that your poetic talent is so high!”

“Haha, it’s just average, but it’s no problem to win against a few talented people from Jingzhou!”

“Wow, Brother Zhou’s shameless look is quite like mine.

“Brother Jing, I’m so proud!”

Zhou

Zhiwei replied modestly – after all, Jing Zhe can write “whatever Jingzhou talent is. “

, the three princes of Southern Qi were all beaten to pieces.” He really couldn’t compare to such an awesome man.

After finishing speaking, the two laughed loudly, attracting disdainful looks from a few talented people next to them, but they didn’t care.

Hearing Qi Junguang shouting from above, Zhou Zhiwei said: “Brother Jing, why don’t you go up and show your skills now?”

“No hurry.”

Jing Zhe waved his hands and said calmly: “There is no way for a person like me to show up. It’s the end! After the damage is done, the output will explode! I will let the third prince of Southern Qi know that he has really made a fool of himself!” Everyone

knows what Jing Zhe’s talent is, but his ability to brag is known to everyone. Not convinced yet.

He gave a thumbs up, and then shouted: “Brother Jing is awesome!”

——Seeing

that no one accepted the challenge, Qi Junguang walked out swaggeringly.

He looked so arrogant that people couldn’t help but want to hit him.

“Since everyone doesn’t dare to write, I will write one so that all the talented people in Anguo can see what our writing style is like in Southern Qi!”

After saying that, he paced back and forth in the open space, shaking his head, looking very cool. The appearance of the king.

“The remaining clouds are filled with coldness, and the sky is silent and the moon is like a disk.

The lonely shadow does not grow well at night, and the fairy garden is full of fairy laurels.”

“Okay!”

Although he had a bet, Emperor An couldn’t help but say after listening to this poem. After saying a good word, Zhu Xinning continued to lower his head and was writing seriously. Bai Qingyuan and Song Baiyun looked at each other and looked back. There was a beating light in their eyes, which quickly disappeared again.

In the screen, Guizhi was a little anxious and whispered: “Your Highness, why doesn’t Mr. Jing come out?”

Su Mochen bit his lip and didn’t reply, but his hands were stuck in his clothes, and his thoughts were shaking uneasily like candlelight.

Emperor An sighed, but still followed the rules and asked Bai Qingyuan and Song Baiyun to comment. He came to the conclusion that there were only four poems that could be promoted tonight. If they were ranked, the best one was Qi Junguang, and the worst one was Qi Junguang. Song Jimao was in the lead, and Zhou Zhiwei and Chen Jiannan were in the middle. Zhu Xinning also agreed with this result.

After listening to this, Emperor An looked at the crowd again. It was still calm and no one was fighting. He felt sad and at the same time surprisingly angry.

What is this kid doing?

As if he was tired, Emperor An waved and called Wang Yingqiu over to let her take over the poetry meeting.

“Gentlemen, is there anyone who writes poems? If there is no one, the promotion will start based on the ranking in the first competition!”

The only answer to her was the whisper of the wind.

“Is there anyone else?”

she asked again.

“If there’s no one, then-“

“Wait a minute, there’s me!”

Before he could finish his words, he heard a familiar voice coming from the crowd at the end. He looked up and saw a handsome young man in brocade clothes. He pulled away from the crowd and staggered out.

Wang Yingqiu curled her lips and laughed dumbly: Does this guy have to appear like this every time?

Behind the screen, Su Mochen’s body, which had been tense just now, suddenly relaxed, his shoulders shrugged slightly, and his voice was thin.

“This bastard!”

An Di’s expression turned from anger to joy: Just come!

Zhou Zhiwei looked at Jing Zhe’s back, admiring him spontaneously.

“Sure enough, Brother Jing is still awesome! This wave, is he talking about maxing out the damage and then detonating the output?”

Zhang Xiaoyu: “…”

…

There were many scholars present, and a very small number of them had seen Jing Zhe, and even more I have only heard of the name Akun.

But Jing Zhe’s cool appearance and handsome appearance still attracted the envy and jealousy of many people, and Chen Jiannan was even more jealous.

“I’m–“

When Jing Zhe spoke, he looked in the direction of Zhu Xinning.

At this time, Zhu Xinning was looking at him, her heart beating fast again just like when she was at the gate of Wuxian Garden.

“Pengzhou, Jing Zhe!”

“Pop!”

With a crisp sound, the brush in Zhu Xinning’s hand fell into the ink cartridge, splashing some ink and staining the snow-white cloak she gathered around her body without even noticing.

“Zhu Sheren, are you okay?”

Song Baiyun next to him saw the ink overflowing and ruining the poem he had just written, so he hurriedly reminded him.

“It’s okay.”

Zhu Xinning called Xiang Zhi to remove the paper, ink, pen and inkstone, and replaced it with a new one. Then she wrote furiously, but her mind was not on it. There were only two words floating in her mind:

Zhe’er ~

Er Jing After Zhe finished speaking, he no longer looked at Zhu Xinning. Today was his stage. He wanted to make a splash in front of his second sister and prove that he was not a cat or a dog who came to join her!

“Aren’t you A Kun?”

Qi Junguang looked at Jing Zhe for a long time and felt that he would not admit his mistake: Where can there be another man so handsome?

“You have to keep a low profile when traveling in the world. Isn’t it normal to have several pen names?”

“…”

Qi Junguang was shocked. Is it possible that the pen name A Kun only writes lyrics, and other pen names write poems?

His expression became serious.

Bai Qingyuan, who was next to Zhu Xinning, stared at Jing Zhe’s face for a long time, thoughtfully. Seeing this, Emperor An smiled and said, “Bai Aiqing, does it look familiar?”

Bai Qingyuan nodded, “Yes, Your Majesty, you are obviously the number one I’ve seen him for the first time, but I still feel like I’ve seen him before somewhere before. “

Haha, from Pengzhou, surnamed Jing!”

“Pengzhou, surnamed Jing…!”

Bai Qingyuan raised his eyes in disbelief.

“Think of it?”

“Your Majesty, is he…Jing Shangshu’s son?”

Before Jing Wenmao was demoted, he was the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, and Bai Qingyuan still called him that in his subconscious.

Andy smiled and nodded.

After hearing this, Su Xinping, who was standing behind him, looked at Jing Zhe with cold eyes again.

No wonder I felt uncomfortable from the first sight of him. It turned out that he was an enemy!

That would be interesting!

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(End of this chapter)