My Sisters Excel in Both Literary and Martial Arts - Chapter 1120

[Chapter 1086 Master Akun]

Even if he knew that he was tricked by Ma Shibin and Feng Daoyou, Xia Bingrong would still suffer the loss of being dumb. If he wanted to settle the score, he could only wait until the Peach Blossom Poetry Club was over to talk to the two of them.

After thinking for a moment, Feng Mubai decided to give up the opportunity to keep his calligraphy treasure. This was a last resort.

Now there are two calligraphy pieces. If he and Lin Wan’er want to keep them, one person’s calligraphy must be torn off. Whose?

He definitely wanted to tear up Fatty Wei, but the key point was that Fatty Wei’s poems were much better than those of his teacher Xia Bingrong. If he tore up Fatty Wei’s calligraphy and spread it, wouldn’t it be a slap in Xia Bingrong’s face?

Of course, he couldn’t tear Xia Bingrong apart. After all, he was his teacher, so after thinking about it, he decided not to write it himself.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw Fatty Wei retreating from the crowd triumphantly. His eyes followed Fatty Wei as he moved back, and he saw him walking up to a young man.

Only then did he notice Jing Zhe. His first impression was that she was so beautiful, even prettier than him, and he felt vaguely uncomfortable.

Fatty Wei was chatting happily with the young man. The young man would glance at him from time to time, his eyes swaying back and forth between him and Master Xia, and he would sneer again and again, making him feel even more uncomfortable.

“Who is this person?”

“I heard that he is a friend of Fatty Wei. It seems that Fatty Wei’s calligraphy poem was written by him…”

Master Xia explained in a low voice.

“Oh…”

After hearing this, Feng Mubai looked at Jing Zhe with hostility in his eyes. At this time, he saw the little girl Hua screen next to Jing Zhe. He naturally knew that this was Lin Wan’er’s little maid, and hurriedly looked around took a look.

What’s strange is that he didn’t see Lin Wan’er.

So he asked: “Miss Huaping, where is your young lady?”

“Mr. Feng, my young lady suddenly had a relative come over, so she couldn’t come over. I specifically asked Huaping to say something.”

“…”

If it had been half an hour ago. Hearing this news, Feng Mubai will definitely be very disappointed, and he even doesn’t want to come to the Peach Blossom Poetry Club anymore – without Lin Wan’er, what’s the point of getting more first places? In the eyes of others, they will always feel that Lin Wan’er gave him the first place.

But it was different now. After hearing the news, he breathed a sigh of relief for no reason.

Xia Bingrong felt the same as him. If Lin Wan’er didn’t come, the quota for a calligraphy poem would be vacant, which just saved him.

Of course, it was not only the two of them who were relieved, but also Ma Shibin and Feng Daoyou. They originally wanted to see Fatty Wei make a fool of himself, but in the end they lost everything. If Lin Waner came, the two of them would be the most unlucky today. God knows how Feng Mubai will deal with them after the poetry meeting is over!

So if Lin Wan’er doesn’t come, it would be a great blessing for them.

…

Next, Feng Mubai said with a smile: “It’s a pity that Miss Lin suddenly got into trouble and couldn’t attend the Peach Blossom Poetry Recital. If I want to see Miss Lin’s calligraphy, I’m afraid I have to wait for the next poetry recital!”

Then the conversation started again. He changed to: “Since Miss Lin is not here, I can only write a calligraphy poem to show my ugliness!”

It is said to be “showing my ugliness”, but there is an unquestionable tone, as if this last calligraphy poem should be taken for granted. That’s what he should write.

But as soon as he picked up the pen, an inappropriate voice sounded –

“Master Feng cannot write.”

Everyone followed the voice and all their eyes fell on Jing Zhe.

The melon-eating crowd who originally thought they would not be able to watch the show became excited again: It seems that there is another melon to eat, and it looks like it is not small!

“Who is he?”

Feng Mubai’s eyes were cold, but he did not look at Jing Zhe. It seemed that Jing Zhe did not deserve the opportunity to talk to him.

“This is Master Akun!”

Huaping immediately introduced.

“Master Akun?”

Naturally, no one had heard of him.

After all, the dissemination of information in this era relies on word of mouth. It is not easy for scholars as far away as Jiangling to have heard of Jing Zhe and his “When Will the Bright Moon Come?” Naturally, they will not know Jing Zhe’s pseudonym before he became famous. Know.

After hearing this introduction, Prefect Xu breathed a sigh of relief for no reason, because when he saw Jing Zhe, he thought of a person, and Huaping’s introduction denied his guess and made him happy: Fortunately, it was not that person, otherwise, just now Those words fell into his ears, trouble!

Fatty Wei, who was standing nearby, was thinking: So Brother Jing is called Jing Kun! What a name!

“Master Akun?”

Feng Mubai recited it once, but of course he had never heard it before. He immediately looked at Jing Zhe with sharp eyes: “Tell me, why can’t I write?”

Jing Zhe stood up and was not in a hurry to reveal his identity. He asked: “I am a foreigner, and I am not very familiar with the rules of the Peach Blossom Poetry Society. I just heard that the three calligraphy poems that can be left in the poetry society must be the best poems recognized by everyone, right?”

“Yes.”

Feng Mubai nodded. Although the rules had been broken for some reasons today, the rules were still the rules. His voice turned completely cold: “Why, do you think my poems are not recognized by everyone? Or Can anyone write better poems than me?”

Jing Zhe did not answer, but asked the same question: “Why, Master Feng thinks that the poems you write must be better than everyone else’s?”

“… …”

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

The calligraphy treasure that Fatty Wei left just now was most likely made by the young man in front of him. This was the tacit understanding of everyone present.

But even so, everyone felt that the poem could not challenge Feng Mubai. Of course, Feng Mubai himself thought so.

Just as he was about to say a few words, there was a burst of noise outside.

Everyone looked outside and saw two monks, one fat and one thin, entering the backyard from outside, and the abbot of Peach Blossom Temple also followed them.

“What’s going on?”

Xu Taishou looked at them and asked.

“Back to Prefect Xu, someone knocked me out, stole my incense and sneaked into the temple!”

The one who spoke was naturally the thin monk. At this time, he touched his bleeding bald head and said angrily.

It turned out that the thin monk wanted to blackmail Jing Zhe, but he didn’t expect that Jing Zhe didn’t follow the rules and knocked him out. After he woke up, he was particularly angry. He rushed out of the woods and was ready to go to the temple to settle the score with Jing Zhe. , but before he could rush in, he was stopped by the fat monk, shouting that he wanted ten taels of silver from him.

Where does he have ten taels of silver?

He was shot in the head by Jing Zhe before he earned a penny. He was so angry that he was stopped by the fat monk for a long time and asked for money. Naturally, he said he didn’t have a penny, but the fat monk said that he had touched down the money. So the two of them came in noisily.

This incident also alarmed their abbot. After asking about the whole matter, he came in with them and prepared to seek justice.

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(End of this chapter)