My Sisters Excel in Both Literary and Martial Arts - Chapter 179

[Chapter 179: As bright as snow (second update)]

In the first two games, Qi Junguang was completely defeated. In this last game, I am working hard and preparing for a turnaround!

His movements were as fast as ever. In a short while, he finished writing a word. Wang Yingqiu took the singer over and took the word away.

Ci is also called tune Ci, long and short sentences, and poetry. To put it bluntly, it is the lyrics filled in to match the music of the banquet. Ci Pai is the name of the tune. Different Ci Pai has regulations on the total number of words, the number of sentences, the number of words in each sentence, and the level.

So after I finished writing a poem, I didn’t show it to An Di and others to read it. Instead, I asked the singer to prepare it and then sing it later, and then someone else would comment on it.

As if he was still not satisfied after writing one song, Qi Junguang continued to write the second song without stopping. After finishing the song, he nodded with great satisfaction and handed it to the singer.

Then he leaned on the edge of the boat, looking at Jing Zhe proudly as if he had won.

As the host, although Wang Yingqiu cannot recite the lyrics written by Qi Junguang, she can still read it before others.

When Qi Junguang finished writing the first poem, she glanced at it and raised her eyebrows, indicating that the poem was good but not enough to amaze her. But when Qi Junguang’s second poem came out, as a lover of lyrics, she could no longer hide the shock in her eyes.

Zhu Xinning knew that Wang Yingqiu had been running Wuxian Garden for many years, and Xunchang’s poetry could not catch her eye at all. Her reaction like this only meant that Qi Junguang’s poetry had exceeded her expectations.

Although he should have confidence in his younger brother, caring would lead to chaos. At this time, Zhu Xinning looked at Jing Zhe with worry in his eyes.

Seeing this, the others were full of curiosity about Qi Junguang’s lyrics, but because Jing Zhe had not started yet, Emperor An could not let the singer sing the lyrics first, otherwise they would be easily accused of cheating.

So Wang Yingqiu glanced at Jing Zhe and reminded: “Mr. Jing, can you write the lyrics? Wait until you finish writing and give it to our singers, and then sing separately!”

At this time, the sky suddenly became gloomy, and a dark cloud rolled in. The full moon is obscured in the sky, looming, flickering bright and dark.

Jing Zhe shook his head, “Don’t be in a hurry, I don’t have any inspiration yet!”

“Fake it!”

Qi Junguang snorted coldly and said to Wang Yingqiu very arrogantly: “Don’t wait for him, I’m not afraid of him plagiarizing! Write what I wrote. The first song [Reading the Autumn Moon] is sung to cheer everyone up! “

[Reading the Autumn Moon] is a very common name of the Mid-Autumn Festival moon chanting song in the world. The tune of this song is light, soothing, and catchy, and it is often used. People are the first choice for writing lyrics for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Because of this, it is not easy to excel in this poem, but Qi Junguang chose this one alone, which can be said to be a bold move for a highly skilled person.

Wang Yingqiu asked Emperor An for instructions, and Emperor An nodded in agreement.

Qi Junguang is not even afraid of himself, so what else is he afraid of?

Wang Yingqiu immediately went to communicate with the singer. In a moment, the sound of pipa and guzheng began to play in symphony, and the dancers with light and vigorous steps danced around the lanterns on the curtain.

But they are not the protagonists.

The orchestral sound suddenly stopped, and a singer wearing a long silk dress as white as the bright moon walked out gracefully, her red lips slightly opened, and her singing voice was melodious and sweet.

“Every year in the blue sea, I wonder who the ice wheel is for?

When I blow a piece of autumn fragrance, the light is as clear as snow. I

look at the sunny days and good nights in sorrow, and I know that they are all sad.

Only the shadow is now, it is worthy of facing, the bright moon of the old time .”

The singer’s voice reveals a lazy sadness, and the unique melody of “Reading the Autumn Moon” complements the melancholy mood of this poem, and it has a unique flavor.

This poem is good, but it is far less stunning than the “Spring Poems” and “Qingqiu Poems” written by Jing Zhe before. Perhaps this is why Wang Yingqiu just raised her eyebrows.

Therefore, Zhu Xinning breathed a sigh of relief, but thought that the last word was the right one. His brows furrowed again.

The singer looked up at the sky, twirled the snow-white silk satin in her hand, and then spoke again:

“In the flower path, playing hide and seek, I once made the sycamore leaves flutter.

Do you remember the small fan that was used to cool and heat it several times?”

Only ended, filled with all kinds of feelings, always boundless and irrelevant.

The purple jade is ruthless, and the cold night blows it apart. “

The song ended, and the boat was silent, seeming to be silent in the atmosphere of autumn thoughts outlined by this word. Qi Junguang saw this and nodded proudly. .

Looking at Jing Zhe again, he still looked like an idiot, looking up at the rolling dark clouds in the sky.

…

At this time, the big ship arrived at the street under the imperial city wall.

This street along the river is the brightest pearl in the entire Jingzhou City. The road is full of exquisite lanterns. Countless people and scholars gathered here to listen to the singing of the singers and talk about it.

“I heard that Mr. A Kun——”

“What Mr. A Kun? That’s just his pen name. His real name is Jing Zhe! I just went to Wuxian Garden to participate in the poetry meeting and heard it with my own ears!”

I heard that someone else was going to Jing Zhe is called A Kun, the talented man who just participated in the poetry meeting proudly corrected.

“Well, this is Mr. Jing. I heard that he is quite talented in poetry. The two poems he composed are both excellent. This poem is also very good. He must have written it!”

“Yes, yes, it’s so good. The lyrics must belong to Mr. Jing!”

Most of the people who spoke and echoed the poems were ordinary people who didn’t study poetry deeply. As long as they heard the lyrics and music were catchy and pleasant to the ear, they thought they were good lyrics.

Moreover, they all knew that the competition between Jing Zhe and the third prince of Nan Qi involved the honor of An Guo and the marriage of Princess Mo Chen, so they naturally supported him. If he wrote a good poem, they thought it was written by Jing Zhe.

The talented man who had participated in the poetry meeting nearby sneered at this: “Although this poem is good, it is far from Jing Gongzi’s spring water poems and Qingqiu poems. It must have been written by the third prince of Southern Qi!”

The common people didn’t care and continued to praise Jing Zhe. Waving the flag and shouting, the voice is loud.

…

The people on the boat couldn’t hear clearly what the crowd on the shore was talking about, but they could still hear the shouts and shouts.

Qi Junguang didn’t know that so many people mistook his poem for Jing Zhe, but he was very surprised when he heard so many cheers.

Strike while the iron is hot, and as for Jing Zhe…

He turned around and took another look, only to see that he was still looking up in a dull manner. Qi Junguang sneered.

Hey, no matter what he does?

When my second lyrics come out, it will definitely attract more people’s cheers and approval. Under pressure, it’s hard to say whether he can write another lyrics!

So, she said to Wang Yingqiu: “Sing the second verse of my song too!”

Wang Yingqiu looked at Jing Zhe. Although his actions towards her just now were annoying, he is Qingqiu’s younger brother and his wife. Fighting for Anguo, both public and private, she didn’t want to see him fail.

Then he said: “Should the Third Prince wait? After all, Mr. Jing has not started writing yet -“

“Oh, if he can’t write it in one day, then I will have to wait for him for another day?”

This pair of bastards!

As Qi Junguang, who witnessed the two of them “flirting” with his own eyes, he must have felt that Wang Yingqiu was helping Jing Zhe speak for personal reasons, and his confidence became even stronger.

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(End of this chapter)