My Sisters Excel in Both Literary and Martial Arts - Chapter 1130

[Chapter 1096: Choking someone]

Seeing everyone’s dumbfounded performance, Jing Zhe was secretly proud.

At this time, he did not forget to ask again: “Do you think these poems I wrote are okay?”

“…”

Are they okay?

That’s really cool.

Jing Zhe glanced at Feng Mubai and decided to sprinkle some salt on his wounds, then asked with a smile: “What about Mr. Feng? Do you think these poems of mine are qualified to keep calligraphy treasures?”

“…”

That’s it .

It was equivalent to taking Feng Mubai out and beating him. When had Feng Mubai ever been humiliated like this? Even when I lost to Lin Wan’er many times, I never felt it.

Feng Mubai’s face turned red and white, and he was holding his neck, unable to say a word, but his eyes that were like spitting fire showed his angry mood at this time.

“President Jing’s poems are indeed excellent. If you pick out any one and keep it as a calligraphy treasure, it is more than enough.”

At this time, Master Xia stood up. Although he was praising Jing Zhe, the most important thing was Helping his students out.

Jing Zhe nodded: “I admire Master Xia’s vision very much.”

“…”

“However, Master Xia was wrong about one thing. He didn’t just pick out one piece at random, but picked out three pieces at random and kept them for today. “

…”

Jing Zhe’s meaning is already obvious. He is ready to take care of all the three calligraphy poems at today’s Peach Blossom Poetry Conference. However, he does have the ability, although it will make others uncomfortable…

“Wei Brother, what do you think?”

Fatty Wei has already been in the limelight. It doesn’t matter whether he keeps the calligraphy treasure or not, so he smiled and waved his hands: “Jing Zhe originally told me about my poem, so of course it’s okay for Brother Jing to keep the calligraphy treasure!”

Jing Zhe nodded and looked at Master Xia: “What do you think, Master Xia?”

“…”

Although he was unwilling to do so, Master Xia also nodded in agreement, because his poems were indeed not as good as Jing Zhe’s.

Finally, Jing Zhe asked Feng Mubai again, but Feng Mubai didn’t answer, or was too embarrassed to answer, so he just threw up his sleeves and left.

Looking at his back, Scholar Jiangling felt a little regretful. This was not the first time that Feng Mubai lost, or he should have been used to losing. At this time, it was the best choice to stand up and admit it openly, and walked away directly, as if he could not lose. It looks like he has lost both poetry and people, and has lost the face of Jiangling people.

However, even if he left, Jing Zhe would not forget to whip the corpse.

“Young Master Feng’s magnanimity… No wonder he has been suppressed by my seventh sister all these years. With this magnanimity, he can’t write any poems with a big pattern.”

“…”

The scene was completely silent, although everyone also wanted to express their gratitude to Jiang Ling. The compatriots were dissatisfied, but the most terrifying thing was that they also vaguely agreed with his point of view…

After finishing speaking, Jing Zhe asked Lin Wan’er as usual, hoping that the poem would end with Lin Wan’er praising him.

“Seventh sister, which one of these poems do you like best?”

Unexpectedly, Lin Wan’er shook her head directly: “I don’t like any of them.”

“…”

Jing Zhe was stunned immediately. He never expected that the person who came to disturb the situation in the end would be Is it my seventh sister? I should have known better not to ask her!

But that’s all he said, he could only say angrily: “Seventh Sister, why don’t you like any of them?”

Lin Waner pouted and said, “Because none of them are written for me!”

It turned out that he wanted one What a poem!

This is simple!

Jing Zhe clapped his hands and said with a smile: “That’s to keep my calligraphy treasure and to prove to everyone that I have real talent and learning, so I wrote five poems in one breath. But I wrote it for the Seventh Sister. Be prepared.”

“Oh? Really? Then write it now!”

Lin Wan’er said with bright eyes.

She heard about the poems Jing Zhe had written for Zhu Xinning and others. Jing Zhe had the best relationship with her since they were young. It was just that she was the last one to recognize him. He didn’t write a single poem to her, so she was unhappy. .

That’s why he “embarrassed” him in front of everyone.

“Okay, then I’ll write it down.”

After saying that, Jing Zhe came to the stone table and picked up the pen.

Seeing this, Master Xia said: “President Jing’s poems are all very good. I also want to see how President Jing’s calligraphy is. It should be as good as President Jing’s poems and better than me, right?” It just so happens that I’m helping President Jing study ink, and he’s also studying!”

At this time, Master Xia still wanted to do some mischief.

In his mind, a person can only be good at one thing. For example, his own calligraphy is unique in the world – of course, he thinks so, so his poetry is not good.

And Jing Zhe’s poetry level has reached a level that is unprecedented and unprecedented, so his calligraphy is probably only average. And when he said this, everyone must have raised Jing Zhe’s calligraphy level to the same level as him, waiting for him If I write it down, I’m afraid it will make people laugh.

Jing Zhe glanced at him and said: “Master Xia’s handwriting is not very good, but people are self-aware.”

“…”

Master Xia almost spit out blood: “Since President Jing is so confident, then I will be even more confident.” You have to see how good President Jing’s calligraphy is!”

The last few words were almost spoken!

With that said, Master Xia came to the stone table and prepared to grind ink, but was stopped by Jing Zhe: “Master Xia, put down the inkstone. I don’t keep inkstones easily, but any time I keep them is a masterpiece, so it’s not Everyone is qualified to help me grind ink.”

“…”

What are you pretending to be?”

You think I really want to help you do the research!

Master Xia was so angry that he threw the inkstone on the table, put his hands behind his back, and stood aside, ready to watch the show.

At this time, Prefect Xu came out to help and said: “President Jing may not have known that when he first came to Jiangling, Master Xia’s calligraphy is recognized as the best in Jiangling. Even the plaques on the walls of Jiangling were written by Master Xia, and even if it goes back a hundred years, , Master Xia’s calligraphy can be ranked among the top three!”

This seems to be a reminder, but it is actually a knock!

But Jing Zhe scoffed at this!

“Oh? Did Master Xia write the two words ‘Jiang Ling’ on the city wall?”

“Exactly!”

Prefect Xu held his head high, as proud as if those two words were written by him.

“That’s just… not bad.”

Jing Zhe said.

“Master Xia, Master Xia!”

This time, Master Xia didn’t spit out blood. Instead, he swayed twice and then closed his eyes and fainted!

“Pinch people in the middle, pinch people in the middle!”

someone shouted.

Sure enough, after pinching Renzhong, Master Xia slowly opened his eyes, and then stood up with the help of everyone.

When Jing Zhe saw this, he shook his head secretly and thought, why do people of Bai Qingyuan’s lineage like to faint so much? Could it be tradition?

After Master Xia stood up, he looked at Jing Zhe and said angrily: “Since President Jing has a very high vision, I am curious about how President Jing’s calligraphy is doing! Don’t end up not being as good as me, that would be ridiculous!”

Jing Zhe finished listening. , with a serious look on his face: “Master Xia is worrying too much.”

“…”

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(End of this chapter)