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Chapter 63 Phoenix 9
Chapter 63 Feng Jiu
In the eyes of everyone in the True Martial Arts School, Qing Yu, who had suffered a miserable experience, is now completely intact, fanning his fan leisurely, and watching a play.
This is the most famous Lingxian Pavilion in Tianlefang.
At this time, Lingxian Pavilion is attracting guests tonight for the head oiran.
Of course, as an elegant place highly praised by scholars, in Lingxian Pavilion, what you need to become a guest of the curtain is not money, but talent.
"When drunk and greedy for laughter, it takes time to worry about it.
Recently, I have begun to realize that the ancient books are useless for believers.
Last night Songbian was drunk and asked Song how I was drunk?
I only suspect that if it is loose, I will come to help it, so I push it with my hands and let it go! "
The one who was reciting poems was a handsome young man dressed in very ordinary clothes.It is said that he is dressed in an ordinary way because he is dressed as a scholar, and nine out of ten of those present are dressed like this, which fully verifies the wise saying that "since ancient times, there are many scholars and poets".
This is the young master, his face is a little pale, his face looks sick, and he looks a little bit afflicted.
"Is there anyone else who feels that he can beat this Ninth Young Master and come up to present poems? If not, the guest of honor tonight will be Ninth Young Master."
"Give it to him, he's only capable of this..."
"Ninth Young Master, are you in good health? Haha..."
"Ninth Young Master, don't get so angry later, you'll faint..."
······
For some reason, everyone present made ridicule. Although the scholars did not utter swear words, the sarcasm without swear words was more able to pierce people's hearts.
Ninth Young Master was ridiculed by everyone, his face turned reddish sickly, and he coughed endlessly.
"Can all the scholars in the Northern Zhou Dynasty afford to lose?" Jin Mingxuan, who was watching with Qing Yu on the second floor, couldn't help but sneered when he saw this.
Hearing this, several nearby scholars couldn't help turning their heads and glaring at Jin Mingxuan.Jin Mingxuan was right, and stared back viciously.
"Both, is this your first time in the capital?" A nearby scholar said, although it was a question, but his words were very firm.
"Oh, brother, how did you know that it's the first time for the two of us to come to Shendu?" Qingyu asked, shaking his folding fan.
This is already an admission that it is the first time for him to come to the capital of God.
Several scholars with angry faces restrained their anger and showed apologetic smiles on their faces.
"If it's not the first time you come to Shendu City, how can you not know this 'famous' Ninth Young Master." It was still the same scholar who asked the question before, when he said "famous", he deliberately emphasized his tone with a sneer on his face , obviously not praising that Ninth Young Master.
"What's the 'famous' method?" Qing Yu asked very appreciatively.
"This person's name is 'Feng Jiu', and he is the ninth son of the current sage. He was born weak, and his meridians are so weak that he can't even bear the effects of ordinary Qi and blood pills. His Majesty didn't like it. Even the name was randomly ranked by peers, and the character 'nine' was chosen.
The Ninth Prince, who was not successful in martial arts, went to study literature, and learned some tricks. Unfortunately, his literary talent was not as good as that of the Eighth Prince, so he was still ignored. In the end, he could only come to Lingxian Pavilion all day long to show off his literary talent.Today, this nine young masters have done it ten times this month, and this is the case every time, so it is naturally not liked by everyone. "
When the Great Zhou Dynasty fell, it was only thanks to Meng Shanhe that the Northern Zhou Dynasty was established.Therefore, although the literary style was at its peak in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, most of the people on the road were dressed as scholars, but the martial style was not weak.The emperors of the Northern Zhou Dynasty were all fond of martial arts, and the people of the Northern Zhou Dynasty were already proud of both civil and military skills. They looked down on those frail scholars who were not diligent, and had no strength to restrain chickens.
However, the eighth prince, Feng Qiwu, whose literary talents can surpass Feng Jiu's head, has both civil and military skills, and his martial arts are also outstanding.In such an environment, it's no wonder that Feng Jiu is valued.
"It seems that there is nothing to look forward to this month. Damn it..." It was another scholar who spoke, halfway through speaking, he obviously didn't dare to curse Feng Jiu, after all, he is also a prince.
Today is the [-]th, and it is the tenth time that Feng Jiu has been selected as the guest of honor. Obviously, she wants to round up this month and not give others a chance. No wonder the scholar cursed.
"I'm sorry, I haven't asked the names of the brothers. This is Mengde, my friend, Jin Mingxuan, dare to ask the names of the brothers?" Qing Yu apologized.
"It's okay, we also forgot to report our names. I'm Xialin Weifeng." said the scholar who spoke to Qing Yu first.
"Lu Renjia."
"Xiao Bingyi."
"Stay away from the crowd."
The other scholars were also polite.
"Brother Meng Xian and Brother Jin Xian came to Shanhe Academy to study, right?" Lin Weifeng said.
"Exactly."
"We are all students of Shanhe Academy, and we look forward to meeting the two virtuous brothers in Shanhe Academy. As of today, we have lost interest, so we will not accompany you."
The other three scholars also nodded in agreement.
"Four walk slowly."
The four walked away.
The few people talked for a long time, and the bustard downstairs was still asking if there was anyone left, without paying any attention to Feng Jiu who was beside him with a livid face.It seems that Feng Jiu is really miserable, even a bustard doesn't like him.
"The poem written by the Ninth Prince just now seems to express a leisurely mood, but in his bones, it reveals his dissatisfied thoughts and feelings and stubborn attitude towards life. He is also unwilling." Jin Mingxuan looked at the building. The scene below.
"I am unwilling, but I have found the wrong place to display my literary talents. After all, Lingxian Pavilion is a place for brothels. Even if he has been married for a month, he will not attract the attention of others. On the contrary, there will be more ridicule. Therefore, We need to wake him up." Qing Yu said.
"Ah?!" Jin Mingxuan looked at Qingyu dumbfounded.
This is Bei Zhou, brother, even if this Feng Jiu is not taken seriously, he is still a prince.Seeing how weak he is, if he punches down, he might vomit blood and die on the spot.At that time, he can only be buried with him.
"Use literary talent. Brother Jin, it's up to you." Qing Yu patted Jin Mingxuan on the shoulder and said.
"No... that, Brother Meng, although I have a little ink in my chest, it is still impossible to write poems that surpass Feng Jiu's. If you rely on me, you are looking for the wrong person." Jin Mingxuan shook his head like a rattle.
"Don't worry, brother will help you, come over with ear."
Qing Yu whispered in Jin Mingxuan's ear.
"This...Brother Meng, very talented."
"It can be regarded as repaying the kindness of giving you a ride. Go." Qing Yu said.
"Thank you, Brother Meng." Jin Mingxuan glanced at Qing Yu gratefully, ran downstairs and shouted: "I'll come."
Oj8k, steady, this friend is handed over.
Next, just wish him a good night, and Qing Yu will retire first.
As for whether Jin Mingxuan could succeed, there was absolutely no need to worry.Although Feng Jiu's poems are good, the artistic conception contained in them is very depressing, which does not match the current situation.The poems that Qing Yu gave to Jin Mingxuan are famous, relying on good poems, the poems of Liu Sanbian, a prostitute poet who prostitutes all over the world and never spends money, might not be able to beat Feng Jiu?
What's more, with the help of the old bustard, even if it is slightly worse, it will not change the final result.
(End of this chapter)
In the eyes of everyone in the True Martial Arts School, Qing Yu, who had suffered a miserable experience, is now completely intact, fanning his fan leisurely, and watching a play.
This is the most famous Lingxian Pavilion in Tianlefang.
At this time, Lingxian Pavilion is attracting guests tonight for the head oiran.
Of course, as an elegant place highly praised by scholars, in Lingxian Pavilion, what you need to become a guest of the curtain is not money, but talent.
"When drunk and greedy for laughter, it takes time to worry about it.
Recently, I have begun to realize that the ancient books are useless for believers.
Last night Songbian was drunk and asked Song how I was drunk?
I only suspect that if it is loose, I will come to help it, so I push it with my hands and let it go! "
The one who was reciting poems was a handsome young man dressed in very ordinary clothes.It is said that he is dressed in an ordinary way because he is dressed as a scholar, and nine out of ten of those present are dressed like this, which fully verifies the wise saying that "since ancient times, there are many scholars and poets".
This is the young master, his face is a little pale, his face looks sick, and he looks a little bit afflicted.
"Is there anyone else who feels that he can beat this Ninth Young Master and come up to present poems? If not, the guest of honor tonight will be Ninth Young Master."
"Give it to him, he's only capable of this..."
"Ninth Young Master, are you in good health? Haha..."
"Ninth Young Master, don't get so angry later, you'll faint..."
······
For some reason, everyone present made ridicule. Although the scholars did not utter swear words, the sarcasm without swear words was more able to pierce people's hearts.
Ninth Young Master was ridiculed by everyone, his face turned reddish sickly, and he coughed endlessly.
"Can all the scholars in the Northern Zhou Dynasty afford to lose?" Jin Mingxuan, who was watching with Qing Yu on the second floor, couldn't help but sneered when he saw this.
Hearing this, several nearby scholars couldn't help turning their heads and glaring at Jin Mingxuan.Jin Mingxuan was right, and stared back viciously.
"Both, is this your first time in the capital?" A nearby scholar said, although it was a question, but his words were very firm.
"Oh, brother, how did you know that it's the first time for the two of us to come to Shendu?" Qingyu asked, shaking his folding fan.
This is already an admission that it is the first time for him to come to the capital of God.
Several scholars with angry faces restrained their anger and showed apologetic smiles on their faces.
"If it's not the first time you come to Shendu City, how can you not know this 'famous' Ninth Young Master." It was still the same scholar who asked the question before, when he said "famous", he deliberately emphasized his tone with a sneer on his face , obviously not praising that Ninth Young Master.
"What's the 'famous' method?" Qing Yu asked very appreciatively.
"This person's name is 'Feng Jiu', and he is the ninth son of the current sage. He was born weak, and his meridians are so weak that he can't even bear the effects of ordinary Qi and blood pills. His Majesty didn't like it. Even the name was randomly ranked by peers, and the character 'nine' was chosen.
The Ninth Prince, who was not successful in martial arts, went to study literature, and learned some tricks. Unfortunately, his literary talent was not as good as that of the Eighth Prince, so he was still ignored. In the end, he could only come to Lingxian Pavilion all day long to show off his literary talent.Today, this nine young masters have done it ten times this month, and this is the case every time, so it is naturally not liked by everyone. "
When the Great Zhou Dynasty fell, it was only thanks to Meng Shanhe that the Northern Zhou Dynasty was established.Therefore, although the literary style was at its peak in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, most of the people on the road were dressed as scholars, but the martial style was not weak.The emperors of the Northern Zhou Dynasty were all fond of martial arts, and the people of the Northern Zhou Dynasty were already proud of both civil and military skills. They looked down on those frail scholars who were not diligent, and had no strength to restrain chickens.
However, the eighth prince, Feng Qiwu, whose literary talents can surpass Feng Jiu's head, has both civil and military skills, and his martial arts are also outstanding.In such an environment, it's no wonder that Feng Jiu is valued.
"It seems that there is nothing to look forward to this month. Damn it..." It was another scholar who spoke, halfway through speaking, he obviously didn't dare to curse Feng Jiu, after all, he is also a prince.
Today is the [-]th, and it is the tenth time that Feng Jiu has been selected as the guest of honor. Obviously, she wants to round up this month and not give others a chance. No wonder the scholar cursed.
"I'm sorry, I haven't asked the names of the brothers. This is Mengde, my friend, Jin Mingxuan, dare to ask the names of the brothers?" Qing Yu apologized.
"It's okay, we also forgot to report our names. I'm Xialin Weifeng." said the scholar who spoke to Qing Yu first.
"Lu Renjia."
"Xiao Bingyi."
"Stay away from the crowd."
The other scholars were also polite.
"Brother Meng Xian and Brother Jin Xian came to Shanhe Academy to study, right?" Lin Weifeng said.
"Exactly."
"We are all students of Shanhe Academy, and we look forward to meeting the two virtuous brothers in Shanhe Academy. As of today, we have lost interest, so we will not accompany you."
The other three scholars also nodded in agreement.
"Four walk slowly."
The four walked away.
The few people talked for a long time, and the bustard downstairs was still asking if there was anyone left, without paying any attention to Feng Jiu who was beside him with a livid face.It seems that Feng Jiu is really miserable, even a bustard doesn't like him.
"The poem written by the Ninth Prince just now seems to express a leisurely mood, but in his bones, it reveals his dissatisfied thoughts and feelings and stubborn attitude towards life. He is also unwilling." Jin Mingxuan looked at the building. The scene below.
"I am unwilling, but I have found the wrong place to display my literary talents. After all, Lingxian Pavilion is a place for brothels. Even if he has been married for a month, he will not attract the attention of others. On the contrary, there will be more ridicule. Therefore, We need to wake him up." Qing Yu said.
"Ah?!" Jin Mingxuan looked at Qingyu dumbfounded.
This is Bei Zhou, brother, even if this Feng Jiu is not taken seriously, he is still a prince.Seeing how weak he is, if he punches down, he might vomit blood and die on the spot.At that time, he can only be buried with him.
"Use literary talent. Brother Jin, it's up to you." Qing Yu patted Jin Mingxuan on the shoulder and said.
"No... that, Brother Meng, although I have a little ink in my chest, it is still impossible to write poems that surpass Feng Jiu's. If you rely on me, you are looking for the wrong person." Jin Mingxuan shook his head like a rattle.
"Don't worry, brother will help you, come over with ear."
Qing Yu whispered in Jin Mingxuan's ear.
"This...Brother Meng, very talented."
"It can be regarded as repaying the kindness of giving you a ride. Go." Qing Yu said.
"Thank you, Brother Meng." Jin Mingxuan glanced at Qing Yu gratefully, ran downstairs and shouted: "I'll come."
Oj8k, steady, this friend is handed over.
Next, just wish him a good night, and Qing Yu will retire first.
As for whether Jin Mingxuan could succeed, there was absolutely no need to worry.Although Feng Jiu's poems are good, the artistic conception contained in them is very depressing, which does not match the current situation.The poems that Qing Yu gave to Jin Mingxuan are famous, relying on good poems, the poems of Liu Sanbian, a prostitute poet who prostitutes all over the world and never spends money, might not be able to beat Feng Jiu?
What's more, with the help of the old bustard, even if it is slightly worse, it will not change the final result.
(End of this chapter)
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