My Sisters Excel in Both Literary and Martial Arts - Chapter 937

[Chapter 911: Goodbye Huayue Ling (Second update, please vote for me)]

As Jing Zhe’s woman, Wang Yingqiu already has the title of Shui Tune singer in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Society, and she doesn’t expect Jing Zhe to write anything for her anymore.

So every time during the Mid-Autumn Festival, when poetry is mentioned, the first thing people think of is the water-melody song Jing Zhe wrote for her. What else could she be dissatisfied with?

At this time, all they can do is cooperate with Jing Zhe to finish the scene, and Zhang Xiaoyu generally thinks this way.

Liu Piaopiao agreed, but Prince Yu has not responded yet.

“

You…are talking nonsense!”

Prince Yu was shocked, “Who said that this prince only prepared one poem?”

“Oh? Prince Yu prepared several poems?”

“That’s what

Prince Yu said. He realized something was wrong. At this moment, Jing Zhe was looking at him with a smile. He had obviously dug a hole and was waiting for him to jump down!

“Don’t talk nonsense! What do you mean by preparing poems? This prince is going to compose poems and lyrics for Pavilion Master Mu on the spot. How can he prepare in advance?”

For annual poetry gatherings such as the Mid-Autumn Festival or the Shangyuan Festival, most people prepare poems. I came here to participate with my proud work prepared in advance, but no one would take the initiative to admit it. That would be too embarrassing!

“Oh, since the prince can compose poems and lyrics on the spot, why don’t you dare to agree?”

“Who said that I don’t dare? I just think… this is a bet. It should be a poem. If there are two poems, it will be good. If there is a difference, how can we compare?”

Jing Zhe smiled and said, “That’s easy. The prince can write one, and I will write one for Miss Zhou and Pavilion Master Mu. When the time comes, the best will be compared with the prince. If Miss Zhou and Master Mu Pavilion Master Mu is interested in our poems and lets everyone choose! I’m afraid that if any of my poems are better than the prince’s, then I’ll be embarrassed!”

“Dream!”

Prince Yu said disdainfully. The prince only writes one song, which is better than you two!”

Although he was scolding Jing Zhe, Prince Yu felt happy because he could only write one song!

So he glanced at Shopkeeper Hu. Shopkeeper Hu understood and announced that the poetry meeting had officially begun. Everyone can write poems!

…

At this time, Zhou Ziqiong was in a daze.

Because she always felt that when Mu Qingren spoke to Jing Zhe, her tone was a little different.

She had never met Mu Qingren a few times and didn’t know much about Mu Qingren. However, after a period of time, she found that when Mu Qingren talked to Jing Zhe, although she sounded cold on the surface, Thinking about it carefully, there is another smell.

It was as if they had known each other for a long time…

At first, she didn’t notice it, thinking that Mu Qingren didn’t think highly of Jing Zhe, so she raised objections.

But as the conversation continued, especially when Mu Qingren asked about their relationship uncharacteristically, she didn’t look like she didn’t think highly of him, but rather like she was jealous!

Maybe others didn’t notice it, but as a woman, her sixth sense always told her that things didn’t seem simple…

Moreover, she wasn’t sure whether she was just dazzled or really saw Mu Qingren winking secretly at him. , just for a moment, when Zhou Ziqiong wanted to see her again, Mu Qingren had already returned to normal.

The more Zhou Ziqiong thought about it, the more wrong she became. Also, she had wanted to ask Jing Zhe’s name just now, but was interrupted by Wang Yingqiu unintentionally. However, Mu Qingren and Wang Yingqiu never asked his name from beginning to end, as if they did not ask him on purpose!

Zhou Ziqiong was confused by many doubts…

Looking at Jing Zhe who was getting ready to go, Zhou Ziqiong fell into deep thought.

…

The Shangyuan Poetry Club officially began, but the atmosphere was not enthusiastic.

Because of the prevalence of commerce in Ruzhou City, the level of talented people varies greatly. Not to mention Jingzhou, even Yongzhou cannot compare.

Therefore, although the poems he started to write were better than the limericks Jing Zhe had written before, they were only better than the limericks…

At this time, Prince Yu stood up again.

Shopkeeper Hu winked at the bald waiter, and the bald waiter led someone to bring a table over. Then all the pens, inks, paper and inkstones were placed, the rice paper was laid out, and shopkeeper Hu grinded the ink himself.

“Then I will write a poem for Pavilion Master Mu!” Prince

Yu finished his sentence, dipped his pen in ink, and started writing quickly.

“What a good word!”

Prince Yu had just written one sentence, and shopkeeper Hu shouted from behind. When he finished writing, shopkeeper Hu couldn’t wait to have someone lift the rice paper and display it in front of everyone.

Prince Yu sat back with a happy face, but his eyes fell on Mu Qingren’s face, expecting to see her shocked expression.

“Looking at the Lantern Festival, the past is rustling, singing and dancing are also free.

Listening to the Lantern Festival, this year is bright, sorrow is free, and resentment is also free.

Where is the noise of the world? It’s just the jackdaws returning to their nests.

Poems are also in the present, and wine is also in the present.

The spring breeze is cold and the plum blossoms are haggard.

“Good words, good words!”

As soon as Shopkeeper Hu finished reading, everyone in the hall cheered.

Jing Zhe pouted, but he had to admit that this poem was pretty good. It was the most outstanding poem in Juxian Tower so far this evening.

Chen Jiannan next to him frowned when he heard this poem. Jing Zhe saw this and asked with a smile: “How does this poem compare to you?”

Chen Jiannan curled his lips and said: “It’s not bad, but if I write If so, he is not necessarily worse than him!”

As the former number one scholar in Yongzhou, Chen Jiannan still has the arrogance of a scholar, which Jing Zhe still recognized.

“Do you think this word looks familiar?”

“President, do you think so too? After hearing this word just now, I always felt that the style of this word seemed familiar, but I can’t remember where I saw it before!”

Jing Zhe smiled and started reading directly.

“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 and sang calmly, and sang calmly. “

It’s the song [Huayue Ling] by the third prince of the Southern Qi Dynasty!”

Chen Jiannan also participated in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival in Jingzhou. For the third prince of the Southern Qi Dynasty, This song [Flower Moon Order] is still fresh in his memory.

Jing Zhe nodded: “Exactly, the style of this poem is indeed the same as that of [Huayue Ling], but this is understandable, because Zhou Zhiwei also participated in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival, and he also knows very well about this poem Yes, so after learning from it, there is no need to make a fuss if he writes a similar poem!”

“Zhou Zhiwei?”

When Chen Jiannan heard this name, he immediately lost his composure, and saw Jing Zhe nodding.

“…”

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(End of this chapter)