My Sisters Excel in Both Literary and Martial Arts - Chapter 172

[Chapter 172 My sister is just like last year tonight (Third update)]

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

According to their previous understanding of “Master Akun”, he is only famous for two poems. It is said that he is also good at poems.

But Jing Zhe’s poem just now subverted their understanding. The world of genius is indeed beyond their imagination.

Especially when he wrote it with a toast, it was more like free expression. It was not easy to write such a high-quality poem. How could he write another one in the blink of an eye?

Comparing people to each other will lead to death, and goods will have to be thrown away, which makes them even more useless.

Brother, just make a living and leave us a way to survive!

Zhu Xinning smiled and said, “Okay!”

Seeing this, Qi Junguang felt very uncomfortable. He scratched his neck and said, “Zhu Sheren, you are not fair!”

Zhu Xinning glanced at him and sneered in her heart: My Zhe’er wants to write poetry. Not to mention two songs, even ten songs and a hundred songs, I agree. Are you talking to me about fairness? I dote on my younger brother, who can control me?

“I said yes, and it was yes!”

“…”

Looking at Qi Junguang’s deflated look, Emperor An was very happy, and at the same time he became interested. He smiled and said, “Anyway, Jing Zhe won the first poem, and he will write another one.” It doesn’t matter!”

He waved his hand and said, “I agree!”

“Thank you, Your Majesty!”

Jing Zhe bowed his hand to Emperor An, and then moved his eyes to Zhu Xinning.

Zhu Xinning seemed to be aware of it, and put down the brush in her hand without shying away. She looked directly at him, gentle and emotional.

Jing Zhe smiled, looked away, and said with a smile: “The night of the Mid-Autumn Festival is the night of reunion. I happened to reunite with my old friends. I felt something in my heart, so I wrote a poem specially!”

Zhu Xinning knew that this “old friend” was talking about. Who, I wanted to write it down again, but then I thought that I would let him write it down for me later. At this time, I’d better appreciate it!

Jing Zhe finished speaking and then began to read aloud:

“On the night of August 15th of the past year, I was beside the apricot garden by the Pengzhou River.

On the night of August 15th this year, I was in front of the osmanthus tree in Xianyuan.

Where is the hometown in the northwest? I can see the full moon in the southeast.

When the wind blew yesterday, no one could hear me, but tonight my sister is like every other year.”

After hearing the last word “sister,” Zhu Xinning’s face, which was still smiling, was suddenly full of melancholy.

We have not seen each other for twelve years, and we have never admired the Mid-Autumn Moon. How can we not be moved by the memories of the past?

With tears in his eyes, he spat in his heart:

This little rascal!

As one of the few insiders in the courtyard, Emperor An was quite emotional after hearing this poem. More than ten years passed by in a blink of an eye. His once proud ministers passed away, but his son has grown up and is ready to inherit his mantle. The momentum is moving.

Then Zhu Xinning was called, “Zhu Sheren, please comment on these two poems by Jing Zhe!”

Zhu Xinning stood up, her eyes never leaving Jing Zhe. If there was no one in front of her, she would definitely pounce on him, right?

“If we just talk about the poems themselves, the first one is obviously better than the second one!”

As soon as these words came out, everyone nodded. The first one was better than the second one in every aspect.

But Zhu Xinning changed the topic: “But I choose the second song!”

“…”

As expected of her sister, she sounds a bit like him.

Jing Zhe thought.

Others were also very surprised: Can you be so willful if you are beautiful? It seems…it really works!

An Di smiled: “Everyone sees and perceives things differently. This is not surprising! Besides, the most important thing in writing poetry should be poetry, and Zhu Sheren’s comments are not unreasonable!”

Then he added

Said: “Then Zhu Sheren will re-rank the works in today’s poetry meeting, and then arrange for promotion!”

Zhu Xinning nodded, wrote down the list, and handed it to Wang Yingqiu.

Wang Yingqiu took it with a smile, glanced at it, and was a little shocked, but she still read it out: “Today’s poetry competition, there are a total of five poems that can advance, and they are…”

When he finished reading, the crowd aroused an uproar.

It turned out that Zhu Xinning ranked Jing Zhe’s poems first and second, with Qi Junguang, Zhou Zhiwei and Chen Jiannan ranking third, fourth and fifth respectively. As for Song Jimao, he was actually ranked down by another poem by Jing Zhe…

Although he wanted Song Jimao to be ranked third He deliberately lost, but Su Xinping couldn’t accept losing in such a way that he couldn’t even advance to the first round.

“Your Majesty, this is unfair!”

“Why is it unfair?”

“This promotion should be for five people, not five poems!”

Su Xinping shouted, glaring at Zhu Xinning.

Zhu Xinning didn’t care at all and said calmly: “I set the rules. If I say it’s okay, it’s okay.”

So domineering…

A group of talented people were instantly attracted by Zhu Xinning’s words, while Su Xinping was speechless after being rebuffed. , just as he was about to say more, Emperor An gave him a disgusted look.

“Everything goes according to Zhu Sheren’s words! Do you have any objections?”

This sentence was said by looking at Song Jimao. Song Jimao stood up in despair: “Your Majesty, the common people have no objections and voluntarily quit!”

Even if the crane tail advances to the next round, he will most likely be eliminated, and there is not much difference.

On the contrary, it was Zhu Xinning’s attitude towards him that made Song Jimao completely give up. He just wanted to leave this sad place and go home to heal.

“If that’s the case, then–“

“Your Majesty, how about I write three more poems, so that I can advance alone and don’t have to go through the second and third competitions. Everyone’s time is precious, so everyone can go back to their respective homes. Go find each other!”

“…”

Everyone was shocked. When did writing poetry become as easy as buying groceries?

If others had said this, they would have thought it was bragging, but when it came out of Jing Zhe’s mouth, they thought it was really awesome!

Now, Emperor An felt that he was sure of victory, but it was not easy to leave the palace. It was the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival. Are you sick if you go back so early?

He was in the limelight, but I wasn’t satisfied yet!

On a deeper level, Emperor An hopes that when he goes around the city, Jing Zhe can defeat Qi Junguang in front of the people of Jingzhou and make him lose face – who made him so arrogant and domineering before?

Defeat him now, what’s the point of playing?

So he glanced at Jing Zhe and said, “Shut up!”

“Oh…”

But Qi Junguang seemed to have been greatly insulted and said in a loud voice: “No, Your Majesty An Emperor! Promise him! I want to see if he can still survive.” Write three poems!”

Even though he is a genius, it is impossible for Qi Junguang to write five poems at once!

Don’t you want to show off?

Then I will make it happen for you!

I want to see where you will put your face when you fail to show off!

Emperor An didn’t want to agree and was about to wave his hand when he saw Jing Zhe looking at him pleadingly. In the end, he had no choice but to say: “Okay, Jing Zhe, please write a few more songs!”

After hearing this, Jing Zhe beamed and even casually said Glancing at Chen Jiannan, Chen Jiannan immediately felt an inexplicable chill: Why did he feel like he had ill intentions towards her?

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Thank you Maomao for your continuous rewards. You little bad guys, why don’t you still reward me?*^_^*

(End of this chapter)