My Sisters Excel in Both Literary and Martial Arts - Chapter 1124

[Chapter 1090 Do you think I am you?]

Seeing that they were still silent, Jing Zhe continued: “Do you really think that those poems I wrote were written by someone else, right?”

“…”

Although everyone did not speak, they looked at him with very unfriendly eyes. , indirectly expressing their thoughts.

Jing Zhe didn’t take it seriously and said: “I see that you are all scholars. If you wrote the Mid-Autumn Festival poem ‘When will the bright moon come’, would you willingly give it to others? Or other poems, as long as someone can write a poem Why would he give such good poems to others and make them famous? “Yes, for every poem he “wrote”, just one of them would be enough to become famous all over

the

world. Why do you need to make wedding clothes for others?

At this time, Jing Zhe spoke again, still sarcastic.

“Oh, I forgot, with your three-legged cat skills, you can’t write such good poems at all, how can you imagine it?”

“President Jing is so majestic!”

Others can endure it, Feng Mubai is really I can’t bear it anymore.

“President Jing, are you talking to us now as a scholar or as the president of Da’an Newspaper?”

Jing Zhe glanced at him coldly, “Why, is there a difference?”

“Of course there is a difference!”

Feng Mubai Said: “If you talk to us as the president of Da’an News Agency, just like now, how many people do you think would dare to tell you the truth? You are a second-rank official, even our Jiangling Governor Xu, who has the highest official position. Two levels lower than you, let alone us ordinary people? If President Jing relies on his status and uses his official position to suppress others, you will never hear the truth!”

Jing Zhe smiled and said, “Okay, then I will do it today. Come to the Peach Blossom Poetry Society as a scholar, everyone can speak freely. “

“…”

Although others said this, others were still afraid and did not speak. However, Feng Mubai let go and also turned on the sarcastic mode: “Then I will. Instead of calling you President Jing, I’ll call you Young Master Jing!”

Jing Zhe didn’t reply and just made a “whatever” gesture.

When Feng Mubai saw this, he continued: “Master Jing just said, who would be stupid enough to give up such a good poem to others, right? Indeed, it is normal to take out a good poem that will win the first place in a poetry meeting. How can someone give it away casually?”

At this point, he suddenly changed the topic: “But what if it wasn’t given willingly?”

Jing Zhe looked at him, “What do you mean?”

“I said it just now, President Jing. However, as a second-rank official, his status is extremely high. Ordinary people would not dare to disobey President Jing. Moreover, I also heard that President Jing is the only one favored by the Holy Family. If His Majesty makes a decree, let alone send a poem. Even if you hand over your life, no one dares to say no!”

Feng Mubai said coldly.

“It seems that Mr. Feng just doesn’t believe that all the poems I’ve ‘written’ are from my own hand?”

“It’s not just me who doesn’t believe it, it’s all Jiangling scholars who don’t believe it, because we always believe that seeing is the only way to believe!” “

Yes, seeing is believing!”

Everyone who had been silent for a long time finally spoke.

Jing Zhe said with a smile: “Okay, seeing is believing, right? Master Feng, tell me, how can I convince you?”

“That’s easy to say!”

Feng Mubai’s eyes lit up, and this was what he was waiting for: “Master Jing, don’t take Da’an as an example. As the president of the newspaper, but as an ordinary person, if he can still win the first place, then all of us will be convinced!”

“As an ordinary person?”

“Oh !

? It seems that Mr. Jing is really scared?”

“You are overthinking it. I am the most talented person in Anguo. How can I participate as an ordinary person?”

“…”

Feng Mubai was choked and then said: “Young Master Jing is still here. Don’t talk nonsense first. After you beat me, it won’t be too late to say that you are the most talented person in Anguo. Otherwise, if you lose later, won’t you laugh at him?”

Jing Zhe rolled his eyes at him and said, “Don’t talk nonsense. I have never lost in any poetry competition I participated in. “

Once. Do you think I am you, the thousand-year-old?”

“Pfft~”

Feng Mubai blushed at Jing Zhe’s words. The others also felt uncomfortable. Only Lin Wan’er did not have such scruples. She focused all her energy on Jing Zhe. On Zhe.

Although the two recognized each other, they had not spoken alone, and they were not clear about Jing Zhe’s current behavior. Naturally, they could not be as calm as Qingqiu and Pei Yunxi, so one of them couldn’t hold back and laughed directly.

When she realized that she had attracted everyone’s attention, she immediately covered her mouth and waved her hands, indicating that everyone should continue and not look at her.

And Feng Mubai was so humiliated by Jing Zhe in front of all the Jiangling scholars and his own goddess that he was shaking with anger: “Okay, okay, okay!”

After saying “ok” three times in a row, he didn’t want to wait any longer, looked at Jing Zhe and said in a deep voice: “Talk nonsense is not a skill, let’s work on the real meaning in poetry!”

After saying that, he may have thought of the peach blossom poem written by Fatty Wei just now, and said sarcastically: “Oh, I almost forgot, Mr. Jing just said You’ve already written a peach blossom poem, right? Well, it

‘s

not bad – Mr. Jing is planning to use this poem to participate in today’s poetry meeting? If so, Mr. Jing may not be able to win the first place in the poetry meeting.

Of course not, I can write a bunch of crappy poems like this, what’s so strange about it?”

“…Okay…”

Feng Mubai decided not to say more and went straight to the poem, because he was afraid that if he said more words, he would not be able to write them out. When the poem came, he was furious.

“Feng is not talented and has shown his embarrassment!”

As he said this, Feng Mubai took a step forward, put his hands behind his back, nodded slightly, looked ahead, and then began to pace in the open space in front of the stone table, with a full posture.

After walking around for a few times, he suddenly stood still, opened and closed the folding fan in his hand, shook his head, and began to read.

“Pieces of red flowers are all over the mountains, and the spring water is flowing next to the mountains.

The red flowers fall easily like a man’s will, and the water trickles like a farmer’s sorrow.

The peach blossoms bloom first in the warm spring, and who doesn’t see the beauty.

Unfortunately, after the strong wind blows, the bright red flowers are scattered. “Berry moss.”

This poem was prepared by Feng Mubai for several months. It is based on the scene and fits the theme of today’s Peach Blossom Poetry Meeting. The mountains, peach blossoms, and streams are all described. Even if you close your eyes, you can imagine this scene of red peaches and green willows just by listening to these few sentences.

And starting from the second que, I fell in love with the scenery.

“The red flowers fall easily like a man’s will, and the water trickles like Nong’s sorrow” is a true portrayal of “the falling flowers are intentional, and the flowing water is ruthless”. Moreover, when Feng Mubai read this sentence, he looked at Lin Wan’er affectionately. What he wanted to express, even if he was a Even a fool can understand.

Although I dislike him, I have to say that the quality of this poem is indeed good, and it is more than enough to win the first place in the Peach Blossom Poetry Club. But it is a pity that he met himself.

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(End of this chapter)