Jing Zhe came to Wuxian Garden with the aim of promoting his strong liquor.
Otherwise, he wouldn't bother listening to these scholars' nagging; wouldn't it be better to just go to Fenfang Garden?
As for how to promote spirits, the method is actually very simple.
After all, spirits are a scarce commodity in Anguo, so as long as the advertising is done well, there will be no shortage of buyers.
The simplest solution would be to replicate the acting routine from when we were in Yongzhou. Unfortunately, the few acting masters from Mangshan are not here, and the simpleton is only good at physical labor. Making him act would be self-destructive.
Therefore, he had to change his strategy and approach, which led to the current situation.
"This is truly strong liquor! May I ask, Young Master Kun, where did you obtain this strong liquor?"
Jing Zhe put the lid back on, carefully held the wine jar in his arms, and looked at everyone warily. "This... naturally I can't tell you!"
"Young Master Kun, since you can buy strong liquor, what harm is there in telling us?"
Yes, yes!
Jing Zhe shook his head repeatedly, "I can't tell you, at least not now!"
He then analyzed seriously, "After drinking this strong liquor, composing poems and lyrics will be a piece of cake for me. I'll definitely be able to show off my skills at the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Gathering! If you drink this strong liquor and are the same, wouldn't you be stealing my first place at the poetry gathering?"
"..."
The crowd was speechless, wanting to tell him: "Brother, wake up! Do you really think you can write poetry just by drinking some strong liquor? Then you might as well not read any books at all and just drink strong liquor!"
At this moment, Wang Yingqiu said, "Since the strong liquor is here, why don't you take a sip now, Young Master Kun, and compose a poem for us to broaden our horizons?"
"Yes, yes!"
Everyone clapped and agreed, eager to see if it was true or not!
With Jing Zhe's arrogant personality, you were just laughing at me, and now you want me to write lyrics? I'm not doing it!
But considering the need to promote the spirits, he decided not to worry about it too much and nodded, saying, "Since the owner has said so, then I will reluctantly compose a poem!"
"..."
...
He poured a cup of strong liquor from a wine jar, and instantly, the garden was filled with its intense aroma.
Jing Zhe tilted his head back, drank it all in one gulp, and then let out a loud shout.
"Good wine!"
The crowd watched his actions in silence, still skeptical about whether he could produce poems of the same quality as Chunshui Ci. In fact, even if the quality was inferior, they could understand, since Chunshui Ci's starting point was too high, and it was too difficult to surpass it.
Meanwhile, Chen Jiannan, standing to the side, looked gloomy: "You're just playing tricks. Let's see if you can pull it off later. I'll make you pay back double for the mockery you just gave me!"
"Silently I ascend the western tower alone, the moon like a hook."
After Jing Zhe finished reading the first sentence, the hall fell silent.
Since Wuxian Garden is located in the west of Jingzhou City, calling it "West Tower" is not unacceptable, and no one objected.
Wang Yingqiu sized up the boy who had just been grinning and annoying, but whose aura had suddenly changed. It was quite interesting.
"A lonely paulownia tree in a deep courtyard locks in the clear autumn."
It's a tangled mess, impossible to unravel.
It is the sorrow of parting.
A unique feeling welled up inside me.
He finished reading it in just a few words.
"This word..."
The crowd stood there dumbfounded. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, who would have believed that the young man in front of them could actually compose such a good poem just by drinking a sip of strong liquor?
Yes, although the themes of the poems are different and cannot be compared, in their opinion, the quality of this poem has surpassed that of the Spring Water Poem. Even looking at the entire Anguo, there are very few poems that can surpass it!
"Great words!"
As someone who loves poetry, Wang Yingqiu's comments are always about the poem, not the person. After carefully reading through the poem a couple of times, I was immediately moved by the melancholy and sentiment in it.
It's a tangled mess, impossible to unravel...
Isn't that just the sorrow of parting?
"Young Master Akun's talent is unparalleled in the world. Yingqiu was blind to his abilities and was very rude just now. I hope Young Master Akun will forgive me!"
Wang Yingqiu bowed deeply, her attitude reverent.
Jing Zhe nodded seriously, "Well, seeing how sincere you are, I'll forgive you!"
"..."
Although his lyrics are impeccable, his words are so enticing that they make your hands itch to write!
Then he turned to look at Qingqiu, and saw that her eyes were shining with an unusual light.
A lonely paulownia tree in a deep courtyard locks in the desolate autumn...
In a simple sentence, Qingqiu seemed to see herself over the years. Apart from training in the martial arts world, she spent the rest of her time on Qingyun Mountain of the Qingyun Sect, like a domesticated animal, lonely as snow.
What has made her stronger over the years...
Is it Kendo?
no.
It is this tangled and inextricable longing that I cannot sever!
Although Qingqiu didn't understand poetry, she was deeply moved by this poem and felt completely at a loss.
Seeing this, Wang Yingqiu tugged at her hand. Having already made up her mind, she smiled at everyone and said, "What do you gentlemen think of the lyrics that Young Master Kun composed just now?"
"good!"
No matter how many words of praise there are, they all eventually come down to one word: "good".
Wang Yingqiu then looked at Song Jimao, "What do you think, Young Master Song?"
Song Jimao stepped forward, cupped his hands in a wry smile to Jing Zhe, and said, "After three years of hard study, I thought I had achieved something, but I never expected that there are always people more capable than me, and that there is always something beyond my understanding. Today, Young Master Akun has taught me a lesson, and I should accept your bow!"
With that, he bowed respectfully to Jing Zhe. No further explanation was needed; the outcome was obvious.
"I was delighted to hear from Young Master Kun that he intends to attend the Mid-Autumn Poetry Gathering three days from now. I hope to have the opportunity to learn a thing or two from Young Master Kun at the gathering!"
After saying that, he cupped his hands in a respectful gesture to Jing Zhe, then strode away with his head held high.
Everyone watched his retreating figure, feeling a deep sense of sorrow.
He could indeed leave with his head held high, because the words he lost to were so stunning that losing was not shameful. Rather, it was his carefree spirit that the scholars present could not possibly emulate.
My respect for Song Jimo has deepened.
Jing Zhe also expressed similar sentiments.
Although I don't like this guy, I have to admit that he is very strong, much stronger than Chen Jiannan, who is still squinting and trying to find a weakness.
"It seems there's no need for further judging; the winner is already decided—it's Young Master Kun!"
Wang Yingqiu smiled and then said, "As for the prize..."
As she spoke, she picked up her wine jug, her gaze falling on the strong liquor that Jing Zhe cherished and held to his chest, her cheeks slightly flushed.
"As for a prize, there's no need for one, since the owner's wine isn't as good as mine!"
"..."
If Jing Zhe had said that, everyone would have laughed at him.
Having witnessed the power of strong liquor, they felt more admiration and greed.
So someone asked, "Young Master Kun, please tell us where you bought this strong liquor!"
Before drinking, they couldn't even write a simple poem, but after just one sip, they were able to compose such excellent lyrics. They witnessed it with their own eyes and believed it long ago.
This liquor is so potent, I could do it too!
He handed the wine jar to Hanhan, then pointed ahead, "Look there!"
Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing, but there was nothing there.
When they turned around, they realized they had been tricked; the spot where Jing Zhe had stood was now empty!
Wang Yingqiu and Qingqiu exchanged a glance, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
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