My Sisters Excel in Both Literary and Martial Arts - Chapter 171

[Chapter 171 Chapter 170: Three people facing each other (second update)]

Emperor An was very satisfied with Su Mowu’s reaction, turned back and stared at Jing Zhe.

“Are you satisfied?”

“Satisfied.”

Jing Zhe nodded, a little surprised. It turned out that it was such a simple thing to send a prefect to eat a box lunch. It seemed that power was indeed a good thing.

The scholars below were shocked after hearing this.

This scene was originally an opportunity for Jing Zhe to mess with Wu Yong. Not only did he succeed, but An Di personally asked him if he was “satisfied”. His intention to please was too obvious.

It seems that I have seen a new star that is about to rise, which makes people envious and shocked.

Chen Jiannan felt very uncomfortable about this. Why did the people he hated become stronger and stronger? How could he still live?

Zhu Xinning had already finished writing four poems, and was staring at Jing Zhe without blinking. The images of her childhood were echoing in her mind, and the corners of her mouth inadvertently raised, making those who peeked at him almost lose their souls.

Only Su Mowu and Su Xinping looked at Jing Zhe with hatred and anger in their eyes, as if they were thinking about how to deal with him next.

At this time, An Di continued.

“Can I write poetry?”

“Okay.”

“No more strong liquor.”

“No more.”

After saying that, Jing Zhe added: “Originally I was going to drink, but this situation suddenly triggered me. I got my inspiration. Besides, the poems written by the third prince of Southern Qi are just mediocre. He can write better poems without drinking strong liquor!”

Qi Junguang: “…”

Emperor An smiled: This guy’s mouth is so good.

, and sometimes what he says is quite nice.

Jing Zhe’s words whetted everyone’s appetite. Even Wang Yingqiu couldn’t help it. She came out and said with a smile: “Since Mr. Jing has the inspiration, you might as well write it down and let me taste it!”

” “Okay, garden owner!”

Wang Yingqiu: “…”

…

Jing Zhe came to Qi Junguang and shook his head like him, which made Qi Junguang upset.

“Hey, do you want to write or not?”

“Write, why are you urging me?”

“If you can’t write it, just say it and stop pretending!”

Seeing that Qi Junguang was so angry, Jing Zhe not only wasn’t angry, but was a little gloating: ” It’s not that I can’t write, but I want to write so much that I don’t know which song to choose!”

This sentence blocked Qi Junguang.

“If you think of a lot, you can write them all down. Anyway, it won’t take less time.”

Zhu Xinning looked at Jing Zhe with gentle and warm eyes, and her voice was light and moist. She was completely different from the cold iceberg just now. When the talented people saw this, they were envious and curious.

Only those who knew the inside story, such as An Di and Bai Qingyuan, were not surprised at all. After all, they were siblings who had not seen each other for more than ten years. It was already very reserved to behave like this.

While Qi Junguang admired Zhu Xinning greedily, he was also a little dissatisfied and dissatisfied: “Zhu Sheren, right? Why did you never say how many poems you could write when I was writing poems just now?”

“That’s because -“

Zhu Xinning glanced at He glanced away from Jing Zhe and returned to his previous coldness, “You can’t write it!”

“…”

“If you can write it, just write another one!”

Qi Junguang was speechless, He really wanted to shout “I can still write”, but the actual situation was that he really couldn’t write anymore, at least he couldn’t write a poem that was comparable to the one just now. If he wrote any more, he would only degrade himself.

I can only shut up and say nothing.

Jing Zhe also noticed that Zhu Xinning’s gentleness was full of shadows from his childhood, so he made a face to her that he often made when he was a child. The momentum that Zhu Xinning had just put on a straight face was instantly broken.

Her smile is as beautiful as a flower, and it will captivate the whole country.

The talented people around looked at it with fascination, but a few sober people discovered the clue: Why did Zhu Sheren look at Mr. Jing so strangely…

Especially Chen Jiannan, who saw this scene was filled with jealousy again.

…

The second sister is still the same second sister and has not changed.

Jing Zhe looked away and thought, and felt that his previous thoughts were a bit childish. How could the second sister regard him as a cat or a dog?

But now that we are here, we have to write the poem first before we get down to business!

So she walked forward and suddenly reached out her hand:

“Here comes the wine!”

Wang Yingqiu winked at the servant standing by, who immediately took a pot of wine and poured Jing Zhe a glass.

Jing Zhe did not drink, but raised his glass to the sky, and mused:

“A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.

Raising the glass to the bright moon, facing the shadow, we formed three people.

The moon does not know how to drink, and the shadow follows me.”

The moon is about to be shadowed for a while, and the music must be in the spring.

I sing as the moon lingers, and my dancing shadows are scattered.

They make love when they are awake, but they disperse when they are drunk.

We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan.

“What a poem!

“

Emperor An shouted!

“As expected of Master Akun!

“

“Winning the first prize just based on this poem is not too much, right?

“

“

“It must not be too much! “

Mr. Jing is a great talent, what a blessing to Anguo!

“How can the third prince of Southern Qi be better than Mr. Jing?

“

“

…”

As soon as Jing Zhe finished reciting, Emperor An took the lead in shouting, and the other talents also did not hesitate to praise him.

Although the literati looked down on each other, in the face of absolute strength, no one would not praise him .

Impressed.

Emperor An’s expression finally became joyful. On the contrary, Qi Junguang’s face was not so good-looking, and Su Mowu and Su Xinping had their brows knitted together in a corner that no one else could see. “

Taifu Bai, Grand Scholar of the Song Dynasty, please comment!

“Your Majesty, it seems that there is no need to comment. This poem is superior to other poems in terms of artistic conception, rhyme, and fluency!

“

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“The last description of this poem seems to be very lively, saying that “the shadows form three people”, but the so-called three people think that it is only Mr. Jing himself. Inviting the moon and shadows to have fun with him actually makes him look even more lonely. It is indeed a rare treat! It’s just that I don’t understand why Mr. Jing can write such experienced poems at such a young age? “

The comments of Bai Qingyuan and Song Baiyun were too obvious. The outcome of the first competition was already decided.

And Zhu Xinning was writing hard again, with dazzling light in her eyes: She never expected that the little boy who had been scolded by her for so long, She has such a talent for poetry!

She originally loved poetry, but she didn’t expect that it was her brother who could write good poetry!

Wang Yingqiu walked to the judges’ table next to Zhu Xinning and talked with the three of them. After asking Emperor An for instructions, he came to the front of the crowd,

nodded to Jing Zhe, and then looked at everyone with a smile: “Master Jing’s poem is finished, whether it is good or not, Ying Qiu feels that everyone has made up their mind. Next, Yingqiu will announce the promotion results!

“Wait!

“

“

Wang Yingqiu was about to continue when she was interrupted.

She looked up at Jing Zhe beside her, feeling helpless:

Brother, you’ve won, so what are you doing?

“Suddenly inspiration struck, and a poem seemed not enough. I’ll just write another one! “

“…”

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(End of this chapter)