My Sisters Excel in Both Literary and Martial Arts - Chapter 942

[Chapter 916 Searching for him in the crowd]

At this time, Jing Zhe had already adjusted his condition.

He turned around and looked at Mu Qingren with a gentle voice: “The following is a poem, which I specially prepared for Pavilion Master Mu.”

“…”

With just one sentence, Pavilion Master Mu’s heart melted.

His hand secretly drew a few circles on Jing Zhe’s back, and then whispered: “You’d better write better, otherwise I won’t agree!”

Mu Qing still looked arrogant in this state. Only Jing Zhe was lucky enough to see that in the eyes of others, Mu Qing was still a cold person who kept away from strangers.

Jing Zhe said no more, but picked up his pen and dipped it in ink.

Mu Qing even forgot to give him a pat on the back, and all her attention fell on the paper at this moment.

This time, Jing Zhe didn’t write quickly, but every word written on the paper contained a special meaning in Mu Qingren’s eyes.

Although the writing was not fast, there were not many words, so it took a short time to finish the words. But in Mu Qingren’s eyes, it seemed that a long, long time had passed…

She finally understood now that the poem just now was Why wasn’t it for her? Because he had already left her the most special words…

This word is so good!

These were the best words she had ever seen in her entire life!

No, in this life, these are the best words, because he wrote them specially for her!

Mu Qingren’s eyes were full of tenderness and she hid behind Jing Zhe. If she hadn’t been too scrupulous, she would have wanted to hug Jing Zhe from behind, put her face on his back, and just be a silly woman without thinking about anything.

It’s a pity that she can’t do anything now. She can only put her hand on Jing Zhe’s back and pat it gently…

Wang Yingqiu has also seen this poem. With her wide range of poetry, she can be sure that this poem will be the same as before. Come out, there will be no good words for the Shangyuan Festival in the future.

She was not envious in her heart, because Jing Zhe wrote a Mid-Autumn Festival poem of equal weight for her, so at this moment she only had the blessing of being a disciple to Mu Qingren.

And Zhou Ziqiong was dumbfounded.

At the same time she was envious.

Because this poem seems to have more of a confessional charm than her song “A Date After Dusk”!

After adjusting her state, she whispered: “Let me read it!”

She read the first poem.

Although this poem was not written for her, it was so beautiful that she wanted to read it.

However, Jing Zhe smiled and refused, “Miss Zhou, let me read this poem!”

“Isn’t it just a poem? I’ll just read it! I want to see what words you can write. How can it be better than the prince’s words?”

Shopkeeper Hu walked out and said disdainfully.

“Let him read!”

Are you worthy of reading the words he gave me?

Mu Qingren glanced at Shopkeeper Hu coldly and said dissatisfied.

Shopkeeper Hu was so frightened that he quickly retreated.

And Jing Zhe had already walked out. He was the only one standing there in the middle of the hall. The warm light focused on him, as if he had starlight on his body, and he instantly became the focus of the audience.

Then, Jing Zhe’s gentle voice rang out.

“The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees at night. Even more, the stars are falling like rain.

The fragrance of BMWs and carved cars fills the road.

The sound of phoenix flutes moves, the light of jade pots spins, and fish and dragons dance all night.

Moths and golden wisps of snow willows, and the fragrance of laughter fills the air. “

After reading this, Jing Zhe paused for a moment, and then looked at Mu Qing affectionately.

“The crowd searched for him thousands of times, but when I suddenly looked back, there he was, in a dimly lit place.”

After reading, Jing Zhe asked with a smile: “Pavilion Master Mu, this is a Shangyuan poem written especially for you. Are you satisfied with it? “

“?”

Mu Qingren’s eyes were wet, and she could only nod her head for fear of being seen.

“So, what do Pavilion Master Mu think of this poem?”

As soon as these words came out, Prince Yu was the most nervous because he had a vague feeling about it.

Then I heard Mu Qingren say: “This is the best and favorite poem I have ever encountered in my life. This poem is mine!”

“…”

There was silence in the hall, and Mu Qingren’s words were sincere. , no one doubted the authenticity of this passage.

However, this evaluation is too high.

As soon as this evaluation came out, it not only marked that Jing Zhe had won, but also marked that Juxian Tower was about to change hands!

Jing Zhe smiled and clapped his hands and said, “Thank you so much, Pavilion Master Mu. Then the result will come out

, right?” “The prince’s words, the comments from Pavilion Master Mu and Miss Zhou are all good, well, it’s indeed not bad. As for As for my poems, Miss Zhou’s evaluation is very good, and Pavilion Master Mu’s evaluation is the best poem she has ever seen in her life – so, my son Cheng, I am not talented, I won this bet! “

…”

Shopkeeper Hu’s face turned pale, because at the end of the day, he was the one who suffered the biggest loss! Not only did he lose all his family property, but now he also lost his lifeblood!

Seeing that he didn’t speak, Jing Zhe didn’t forget to knock and said: “Why, does shopkeeper Hu still have any objections to this result? Or are you willing to gamble rather than admit defeat?”

“I…”

Shopkeeper Hu opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, because he didn’t want to admit it, but let’s just refuse… With so many people watching, especially Mu Qingren who was still present, how could he refuse?

“You haven’t won yet!”

At this time, Prince Yu stood up.

Facing this kind of result is the last thing he wants to see. Although he can guarantee that even if Jing Zhe wins, as soon as tonight is over, he will have a hundred ways to prevent him from getting the Immortal Juxing Tower and the silver, or even losing it. His life also depends on Ruzhou, but he doesn’t want to watch him win this bet by stepping on him!

He can’t afford to lose this person!

“Your Majesty, the outcome is obvious. Why do you still say that I didn’t win? Is it possible that Your Majesty wants to default on your debt?”

Jing Zhe asked with a squinted smile.

“Nonsense!”

Prince Yu snorted coldly, “How could I default on my debt? Have you forgotten how we made the bet?”

“…”

Jing Zhe said nothing and just looked at him in confusion.

“We were the first to make a bet, but the bet is that your poems are better than those of all the talented scholars from Ruzhou, and you will be considered a winner! Now you are only better than my prince’s poems, so you are not considered a winner!”

After finishing speaking, Yu Prince Wang looked at the others: “We are all famous talented scholars in Ruzhou City. How can you bear to be looked down upon by such a foreigner? Why don’t you come out and

write poems and lyrics as soon as possible!” Because before Crown Prince Yu, he was the author of lyrics and lyrics. There are not many people who write poems, and the ones they write are similar to limericks. Many talented people are still waiting and watching, and have not contributed any calligraphy.

Therefore, Prince Yu was still lucky, thinking that there were so many people who had not written poetry, and if one of them wrote a poem better than Jing Zhe, he could still win the bet!

“Prince Yu is right. I don’t know how many people in this hall want to defeat me, so I have to ask again.”

Jing Zhe nodded, then turned to look at everyone, and shouted Said: “Who else?”

“…”

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Thank you to the boss with the tail number 9516 for the 100 starting coin reward, and thank you to the boss Bagua Nan Zhuque for the large reward of 2200 starting coins, thank you boss! The plot of the Poetry Club has come to an end, more updates, next time…

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