My Sisters Excel in Both Literary and Martial Arts - Chapter 938

[Is Chapter 912 okay? (Third update for all the helmsmen and alliance leaders)]

“The president is saying that this poem was written by Zhou Zhiwei?”

Jing Zhe said with a smile: “Yes!”

“But… we I haven’t seen Mr. Zhou for two days. How come his poems appear here and were written by Prince Yu?”

Jing Zhe explained with a smile: “Isn’t it because Prince Yu went to Jinxi ?

, so he asked Zhou Zhiwei for such a poem, hoping to make a splash on the Lantern Festival!”

So Jing Zhe told him what he overheard.

“No wonder Prince Yu didn’t dare to agree just now. It turns out that he just asked for this poem. If he was asked to write another poem by himself, he might be exposed on the spot!”

“But he memorized the point enough, so he finally asked for it. To come up with such a wonderful poem, I just met the president!”

“Don’t say that he asked for such a poem, even if Zhou Zhiwei is brought here, they will still be in trouble. Who told them to face you, the president? “

Chen Jiannan smiled and flattered him, but what he said was true. As a talented man, he actually liked to participate in poetry gatherings, but as long as Jing Zhe was present, he had no interest in writing poetry.

Because he didn’t want to be slapped in the face.

Jing Zhe smiled and said nothing. If Prince Yu knew that he had asked for poems from his disciples to use against him, I wonder what he would think!

…

The atmosphere in Juxian Tower was pushed to a climax by this poem. The happiest person was undoubtedly Shopkeeper Hu. He was still thinking that no wonder Prince Yu was so confident. It turned out that the poem he bought was so wonderful!

Even if Shopkeeper Hu doesn’t understand poetry, he can still tell how good this poem is just by reading it once, let alone other people!

It seemed that Juxian Tower was saved, and he had to pay back the more than 12,500 taels of silver!

“Pavilion Master Mu, what do you think of the poem I wrote for you?”

Prince Yu, who nodded slightly, looked proud. He was highly confident in this poem. After all, it was written by Zhou Zhiwei, the most talented person in Jinxi!

“This…is it okay…”

Mu Qingren returned to her previous indifference, then looked at Wang Yingqiu and said, “Actually, I don’t know much about poetry, so I might as well ask Yingqiu.”

Mu Qingren’s attitude made Yu Wang Shizi was stunned for a moment. He originally thought that based on Mu Qingren’s previous performance, he would definitely praise his words at this time. The contrast was a bit big, and he was confused for a moment.

But he quickly adjusted himself and comforted himself: What kind of person is Pavilion Master Mu? I have never participated in poetry gatherings, let alone commented on poems. She didn’t say a word in all the poems before, but now she can say “not bad”, what a rare comment it is!

So he raised his hands and smiled and said: “With Pavilion Master Mu’s comments, I feel relieved! Then Master Wang Yuan should also comment!”

Wang Yingqiu nodded lightly, with an expression on her face that was almost the same as Mu Qing’s, and said coldly : “This poem… is okay. I wonder if Prince Yu has read the poems from last year’s Jingzhou Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival?”

“No!”

Prince Yu shook his head. He usually doesn’t like poetry very much. He didn’t even know the lyrics of the Ruzhou Mid-Autumn Poetry Society, so how could he know the lyrics of the Jingzhou Mid-Autumn Poetry Society?

“Are there any questions?”

“The style of this poem is quite similar to the poem [Huayue Ling] written by the third prince of the Southern Qi Dynasty at the Jingzhou Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival last year. I thought the prince had also heard of that poem, so I I wrote it because of my feelings!”

Wang Yingqiu said softly.

“Coincidence, absolute coincidence!”

Crown Prince Yu promised, patting his chest, but scolded Zhou Zhiwei several times in his heart, because he knew that Zhou Zhiwei had participated in last year’s Jingzhou Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival. If Wang Yingqiu could say this, it must be Zhou Zhiwei No more imitating the third prince of Southern Qi!

“Oh, it turns out to be a coincidence!”

Wang Yingqiu said this and stopped talking.

“…”

Prince Yu’s poem received “not bad” and “ok” comments from Mu Qingren and Wang Yingqiu, and he was already very happy.

At this time, I went to see Jing Zhe and saw him with his legs crossed and a look of disdain on his face, and he immediately became furious.

“Hey, it’s your turn now!”

“Oh.”

Jing Zhe stood up.

The lack of energy in him made Prince Yu feel unhappy for a while, and he said coldly: “You might as well just write one poem that you think is the best. Anyway, it can’t be as good as this prince’s. Write one more poem.” It’s just a waste of time!”

Jing Zhe shook his head: “You’re too worried, I can win with any song you write!”

“Arrogant!

“

“Nonsense! “

As soon as Jing Zhe finished speaking, Shopkeeper Hu, Magistrate Liu and others began to accuse angrily.

Prince Yu waved his hand to calm them down, narrowed his eyes, and said coldly: “Then write it! I would like to see what poems you can write!”

Jing Zhe smiled and stopped replying, and left. Arrive at the table.

…

When he picked up the pen, Jing Zhe had already thought about which two poems he should write later.

Shopkeeper Hu, who was grinding ink just now, snorted coldly, pushed the inkstone forward casually, said “You can grind it yourself” and walked away.

Jing Zhe glanced at him and said with a smile: “Shopkeeper Hu, are you sure you don’t want to help me grind ink? This kind of opportunity is rare!”

Jing Zhe said it is true. Since he won the title of “An Guo’s No. 1 Talent” in Jingzhou, , there are very few opportunities to collaborate on poems and lyrics in public, so this kind of opportunity to practice ink is naturally rare!

“When I was writing, everyone was rushing to help me lay out the paper, grind the ink, and hand me the pen!”

“Haha, it’s not unusual!”

Shopkeeper Hu shook his sleeves and put his hands behind his back.

“Okay, does anyone want to help me grind ink?”

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Xiaoyu and Zhou Ziqiong both stood up, and Mu Qing and Wang Yingqiu also had this idea. After all, this kind of opportunity comes only once in a lifetime, but it’s a pity that they thought too much about it. , a step slower.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at it, made a gesture of invitation, and then smiled and said: “Then Miss Zhou!”

Zhou Ziqiong’s face immediately turned red: “Forget it, Miss Zhang, you come!”

My wife is here, Zhou Ziqiong I feel like I was a bit rash for getting up like this.

“The person I often help the Prime Minister with research at home is Miss Zhou!”

Zhang Xiaoyu declined with a smile.

“This…”

Zhou Ziqiong blushed and was a little at a loss.

Jing Zhe also said: “Miss Zhou, just study it! The poems written by beauties who study ink are much better than usual. On the contrary, those poems that are not so good can be seen at a glance. Those who study ink must be some.” A slovenly old man!”

“…”

Shopkeeper Hu’s face instantly turned pale, because Jing Zhe almost pointed his finger in his face and said it!

But…

when did he stop showing off his appearance?

When did he become a rough old man again?

Zhou Ziqiong blushed and agreed, then came to Jing Zhe to study the ink. Seeing this scene, Mu Qing and Wang Yingqiu looked at each other thoughtfully.

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(End of this chapter)