My Sisters Excel in Both Literary and Martial Arts - Chapter 1125

[Chapter 1091 Jiangling has me]

in Jiangling Everyone present is a scholar. Maybe their ability to write good poems is limited, but their appreciation ability is not bad.

“What a poem, what a poem!”

“For this poem alone, I should win the first place!”

“I never knew before that Mr. Feng is such an infatuated person. After reading this poem, it is really moving!”

“No wonder Mr. Feng’s poetry has been on the rise recently. Since the last Mid-Autumn Poetry Fair, Mr. Feng’s poems that have won the first place in the poetry meeting twice in a row are all excellent works. Even if Miss Lin participated in the poetry meeting at that time, it would be difficult for her to do so. Winning the first place!”

“Yes, Mr. Feng is worthy of being Mr. Feng. As soon as this peach blossom poem comes out today, this last one will be decided!”

“…”

After all, they are all from Jiangling, plus The quality of Feng Mubai’s peach blossom poem is indeed good, so as soon as he finished reading it, all the scholars in Jiangling spared no effort to praise him. After all, Feng Mubai represented Jiangling, and they knew the saying “Everyone will be prosperous, and everyone will suffer”, so they are flattering. They were all photographed.

Feng Mubai was photographed in a daze. He had put a lot of effort into preparing this poem, so he could certainly afford so much praise.

Master Xia, who had been blaming himself for his recklessness and leaving the calligraphy treasure behind, also smiled and said: “Recently, I heard that Mu Bai prepared a poem for the Peach Blossom Poetry Club, but I have never heard him reveal anything about it. Now I just know why he kept it a secret, but his keeping it secret hurt me as a teacher. If I knew he had written such a good peach blossom poem, how could I write a poem again to embarrass myself?” “

Haha. …”

Although Master Xia laughed at himself, the underlying meaning behind his words was nothing more than praising Feng Mubai’s poems, and everyone laughed after hearing this.

Prefect Xu also nodded in agreement: “I have watched Mubai grow up since he was a child. His character is like this, neither humble nor arrogant, neither arrogant nor impetuous. It is not surprising that he can write such a good poem.”

“Prefect Xu “Excessive praise!”

Feng Mubai nodded slightly. After reading this poem and receiving unanimous praise from everyone, his originally stern complexion softened a little. After being polite to everyone, he turned to look at Lin Wan’er. : “Wan’er, what do you think of my peach blossom poem?”

This poem Peach Blossom Temple was carefully prepared for Lin Wan’er by Feng Mubai. He even felt that all the poems he had written in the first half of his life were not as good as this one, because this one Really distracted.

Although this Peach Blossom Poetry Fair had twists and turns, and Jing Zhe, the “shit stirrer”, appeared in the middle, but in Feng Mubai’s view, at least the result was good – or better than before. Under Jing Zhe’s support, his own The poem raised the atmosphere of the poetry meeting to the highest level.

At this moment, his greatest expectation is to be praised by Lin Wan’er, because he has been waiting for this moment for too many years. As for Jing Zhe, he is not too concerned about it, because he feels that once this poem is published, there will be no more praise at the Peach Blossom Poetry Fair. Poetry can rival that!

Lin Wan’er gently pulled her hair in front of her forehead and said with a smile: “Master Feng’s peach blossom poem is very good. I have participated in so many poetry gatherings with Master Feng and listened to so many of Master Feng’s poems, but this one is the best. Just now. Someone is right. If Mr. Feng had written this poem earlier, he would have won the first place in the poetry competition! “

“…”

This is undoubtedly Lin Wan’er’s highest praise for Feng Mubai in these years. After Feng Mubai listened, Completely in a daze, he was about to say a polite word when Lin Wan’er spoke again.

“However, what I want to hear most now is not Mr. Feng’s poems, but my brother’s.”

As he said that, he looked at Jing Zhe affectionately again, and Feng Mubai suddenly felt that he had spent so long preparing for Lin Wan’er. All the hard work after so long seemed to be in vain.

I wanted to cry…

Looking at Jing Zhe, all the sadness turned into anger.

Then he became angry: “Master Jing, I have finished writing. Didn’t you just say that you could write a basketful of poems like you did before? Haha, a poem is about quality but not quantity. Maybe in Jingzhou, you can write out what you just said That peach blossom poem can get the first place, but in our Jiangling, even if you put out a basket of this kind of poem, you won’t get the first place, because Jiangling has me!”

Feng Mubai almost shouted when he said the last sentence. , those who didn’t know thought that Jing Zhe had done something to him.

“It’s my turn, right?” Jing Zhe didn’t answer Feng Mubai’s words, and didn’t even look at him. He said to himself, “Since my seventh sister wants to hear it, I’ll write a random song first.”

“You can’t just

write it casually.

.”

Lin Wan’er immediately protested against Jing Zhe’s perfunctory behavior.

“Hehe, I’m just humble and modest.”

Jing Zhe smiled: “Besides, even if it’s just a random song, it’s more than enough to win the first place in the Jiangling Poetry Society.”

“Arrogant!”

Looking at the two of them, it was like fighting. Feng Mubai roared out in a flirtatious manner, not caring about himself as a human being: “If you are really talented, then write quickly. What’s the point of just talking without writing?”

This time, Jing Zhe glanced at Feng Mubai, and just said Just a glance, then he walked to the front of the crowd, was silent for a moment, and then suddenly spoke.

“Is there wine here?”

“…”

Everyone was shocked. They thought he had thought it over, but they didn’t expect that he would ask for wine. Lin Wan’er rolled her eyes at him: “Where does the wine come from in this land of Buddhism?”

” Oh, no, no, I just want to ask.”

After He Hui finished speaking, Jing Zhe regained his composure, walked to a peach tree, picked a peach blossom, put it between his nose and smelled it, and felt like it again. It was too girly, so I quickly started reading it.

“Peach Blossom Temple on Peach Blossom Mountain, and Peach Blossom Immortals under Peach Blossom Temple.

Peach Blossom Immortals plant peach trees and pick peach blossoms to sell for wine money.

They only sit in front of the flowers when they are sober, and they come to sleep under the flowers when they are drunk.

Half awake and half drunk day after day, flowers fall and bloom year after year. “

This is a passage from Tang Bohu’s “Peach Blossom Temple Song”. Logically speaking, among the peach blossom poems that Jing Zhe knows, this one is not the most outstanding, and it does not fit the situation very well when placed here. But Jing Zhe chose this one first, and he had his own meaning.

As expected, as soon as he finished reading his poem, Feng Mubai burst into laughter: “Master Jing, all your poems are not of this quality. , if so, you can’t beat me! After

finishing

speaking, he did not forget to encourage others: “What do you think, this poem is better than my poem?” “

“This poem sounds good at first glance…”

“It’s catchy to read, and it’s really good…”

“It’s not bad, but the artistic conception…”

As soon as the last sentence came out, everyone fell into deep thought. The reason why the poem is so good …

Poems are all based on the scenery. If there is no scenery and there are poems alone, it is more like a pile of words and it is not good.

“If a poor monk can read it, this poem is written in vain!” “

Suddenly, a deep voice sounded, and Jing Zhe was delighted: You are the one waiting for me!

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(End of this chapter)