My Sisters Excel in Both Literary and Martial Arts - Chapter 180

[Chapter 180 Clouds wet the flowers and the rain wets the flowers red (Third update)]

Wang Yingqiu was a little embarrassed, so she looked at Emperor An.

Emperor An’s mood was also very complicated. The stronger and more confident Qi Junguang showed, the more worried he became.

What does it mean that he dared to shout like this even though he clearly knew that Jing Zhe had the ability to write “Spring Water Poems”?

It shows that his second poem is no worse than a spring water poem!

He looked at Jing Zhe, wanting to communicate with him with his eyes and ask him if he had any chance of winning, but it turned out that this guy looked up at the sky like an idiot and ignored him at all!

I was angry, but I had to make a decision.

Qi Junguang was right. He couldn’t be kept waiting. In the end, Qi Junguang had no choice but to nod.

Wang Yingqiu understood and immediately ordered the singer.

On the big boat, which had just been quiet for a moment, the sound of orchestral music started again. The crowd on the shore also knew that the second verse was coming, and they all fell silent, waiting for the singer to sing.

“Autumn is in the sky in the Immortal Garden. People feel the same sadness, and immortals also feel the same sadness.

I board a boat while drunk and admire the moon bushes. The clouds are wet and the flowers are red, and the rain is wet and the flowers are red.

You want to ride the wind to ask the sky for Qiong, but the road is difficult to pass, and the letter is also difficult to pass. .

All the people in the house sang the song calmly, and the song was calm.”

Following the melodious and sad sound of the pipa, the singer’s ethereal voice sang the words.

The word card of this poem is called [花月令], which is also a relatively common word card, but not many people write it on weekdays.

Because the format of this poem is the same as that of rhythmic poetry, it requires extreme rhyme, and every sentence must have the last rhyme at the end. It is difficult to write it, and if you want to write it extremely well, it is even more difficult.

But Qi Junguang did it.

After hearing this, Emperor An was silent for a long time.

Strictly speaking, this poem cannot be said to compete with the spring water poems, but in the long river of Mid-Autumn poems, it is difficult to find another poem that surpasses it.

Everyone on the big ship also had their own thoughts, and the expressions on their faces varied. Only Jing Zhe curled his lips slightly after hearing this.

That’s it?

…

When this poem reached the shore, the response was enthusiastic.

Although ordinary people have no ability to taste, they can still tell which lyrics and music are better and more catchy.

So as soon as this word came out, it was praised again.

“Wow, this word is so well written!”

“Humans share the same sorrow, and immortals share the same sorrow. The clouds are wet and the flowers are red, and the rain is wet and the flowers are red! Such a beautiful word must have been written by Mr. Jing!”

The talented man next to him felt that the voice sounded familiar. , turned his head to look, and found that the speaker was the aunt who had just recognized Jing Zhe in the previous song, and was a little speechless.

“Well…didn’t you just say that the last poem was written by Mr. Jing?”

“This one is better than the last one, of course it was written by Mr. Jing!”

“Then if there is another song later that is better than this one, “

Then the next poem was written by Mr. Jing!”

“…”

“No!”

Auntie added: “This poem is so good, there is no poem better than this one. This is Jing.” “Written by the young master!”

“…”

Look, the common people’s comments are so simple, unpretentious, and… unreasonable…

After the aunt finished speaking, seeing that the talented man was silent, she asked curiously: “You are also a scholar, so what? Let’s talk about whether this poem is good or not!”

At the critical moment, it still depends on the readers like me!

The talented man straightened his clothes and said seriously: “This poem is indeed very good to read -“

“Hey, what did I expect to say!”

“It turns out it’s no different from what I told you!”

“Tsk, it’s okay. As for the scholars, I think they are about the same as me!”

“…”

After saying that, the aunt ran forward with a group of people chasing the big ship, leaving the talented man standing alone and messy on the shore.

I…I haven’t started the review yet, okay?

Looking at the aunt’s retreating back, I felt like crying but had no tears.

…

As soon as this song [Flower Moon Order] came out, the poetry meeting was really pushed to the climax tonight.

What is different from the first poem is that most of the people cheering and shouting in the first poem are ordinary people. However, the readers who have actually read “Spring Water Poems” or have just attended a poetry meeting and seen Jing Zhe’s strength do not think it is Jing Zhe’s poem. level, there were only a few cheers.

But the second song is different.

This poem made them dream back to “Spring Poems” and “Qingqiu Poems”. It was hard to imagine any other poem describing the Mid-Autumn Flowers and Moon that could compare with it.

Perhaps, this is the strength of Anguo’s most talented man!

So as soon as the second poem came out, the scholars in Jingzhou City also joined the shouting army, and in an instant, words of praise for “Huayue Ling” were heard one after another on both sides of the river.

Qi Junguang stood up, walked to the bedside, raised his chest and raised his head, as if enjoying the admiration of everyone.

Looking back at the somewhat darkened faces of An Di and others, he couldn’t help but smile and said: “The one who laughs most beautifully is the one who laughs at the end!”

He ignored Jing Zhe and said to Zhu Xinning: “Zhu Sheren, please listen. Does the cheering of the people in Jingzhou prove that this king has won?”

Zhu Xinning frowned, “Master Jing hasn’t written the lyrics yet, why are the third princes worried?”

The tone was cold and impatient, which made Qi Junguang very angry. Injured: Why are you so gentle to the person named Jing and so indifferent to me?

My words…are clearly no worse than his!

At this time, Wang Yingqiu came to the side of Jing Zhe who was “in a daze”. She was getting angrier and angrier as she looked at him. She could not get angry yet, so she could only grit her teeth and whisper: “What are you doing? Where did that energy go with me… just now?” Didn’t you hear that people were laughing at you? “

You were so bold when you teased her, but now you are so shy, which makes Wang Yingqiu despise and angry.

As soon as I finished speaking, a gust of wind suddenly blew from the sky, causing the beauty’s dress to flutter, and the dark clouds dispersed, revealing the full moon!

Jing Zhe clapped his hands and shouted: “Yes!”

Damn it, the moon was finally revealed to me. Is it easy to pretend?

When Emperor An and others heard this, they were overjoyed.

Although it’s long overdue, it’s finally here!

The restless heart also calmed down. Some drank, some listened to songs, and some enjoyed the dancing. They just waited for Jing Zhe to finish writing the lyrics and then appreciate them.

The maid waiting on the side was busy studying ink and writing, waiting for Jing Zhe to read out the poem, and then Juan wrote it down and sent it to the back to prepare for playing and singing later.

But Jing Zhe looked at the maid’s withered figure from head to bottom and shook his head, “You can’t do it.”

The maid’s face turned red instantly: You haven’t tried it, how do you know I can’t do it?

After all, she is a woman who has seen the big world in Wuxianyuan, and her ideas are indeed strong and bold enough.

Jing Zhe didn’t know what the maid was thinking, but waved to Wang Yingqiu next to him, “Master of the garden, come over and write!”

Wang Yingqiu looked confused, but still waved to the maid, asking her to step down and take his place.

While holding the pen, she curiously asked: “Why do you want me to write?”

Jing Zhe looked up at the sky, “Because of the moon today!”

“???”

Wang Yingqiu was about to ask again, when she saw Jing Zhe touching her with ill intentions. He glanced at it: “Just like you, big and round!”

Big and round…

Wang Yingqiu was still confused, and suddenly thought of something, her face turned red and her eyes widened in anger.

What a bastard!

——Thank

you to the boss with the last number 2059 for the 3,000 starting coin reward. To be honest, when I suddenly opened the backend and saw such a large reward, I burst into tears! Thank you again, boss…Also, boss, please change your ID, otherwise it won’t look familiar! Also, in addition to writing poems, the recent plot also has to intersperse emotional lines. I want to ask two questions, 1. Is it early for Jing Zhe to be *** in this time period? 2. Who is better to recommend first?

(End of chapter)