Chapter 93: The Fan Sells Me

Qin Jin chose 'summer', Zhou Ning chose 'winter', and after the topic was chosen, Zhou Ning looked at Qin Jin without saying a word. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info was chosen by Qin Jin first, and Qin Jin was also the big one in terms of official positions, so of course Qin Jin had the final say on who did it first.

Zhou Ning is not in a hurry, and it is not a matter of urgency to be in the limelight. Qin Jin couldn't wait to let Zhou Ning do it first, he thought about it for a while, but he couldn't open his mouth.

The reason why he wants to make a song is to compete with Zhou Ning, but he is not as powerful as Zhou Ning, this five-element loop poem is too dead and too dead, and it is not so easy to deal with.

"I'll come first." Qin Jin couldn't let Zhou Ning come first anyway, if Zhou Ning came first, even if he made a slightly better poem, it would be much slower in speed.

Qin Jin was already nervous, and he didn't have much time to think, so in order to take the lead, he had to bite the bullet. "The title is called 'Summer Night Homecoming', the water and land breeze and the clear moon are self-evident, and the clear moon is self-evident. It is difficult to get close to the distant hometown, and it is difficult to get close to the water and land breeze in the distant country. ”

"Good!" Before Qin Jin's words fell, the cheers arrived at the right time. All of a sudden, everyone applauded and gave a thumbs up, and began to praise how well this song "Summer Night Homecoming" was done.

"Okay, okay, okay."

“……”

However, all you can find are the pale 'good', 'wonderful', 'wonderful' and the like, and there is not a single word of specific comments, because this poem really has nothing to offer, it can only be said to be unsatisfactory.

"I'm afraid that no one can match such good poetry."

"Such a talent is the best in the present and the ancient."

“……”

With all the praise they were talking about, how could Qin Jin not see their hypocrisy? What they praised was the black yarn of Cheng in the Sipin Imperial History, not his Qin Jin, let alone his Qin Jin's talent.

However, Qin Jin can only enjoy the enthusiasm of the stars holding the moon, this is what he dreams of and what he is proud of, he originally wanted to rely on this vanity to suppress Zhou Yao, but he didn't expect to see Zhou Ning for such a while, and he himself became bored with these.

Qin Jin has done poetry, so naturally it is Zhou Ning's turn. Qin Jin turned his head and suddenly found that Zhou Ning was holding a folding fan in his left hand, and his right hand was writing on the fan.

"Brother Xian is so interested, but I don't know what to write?" Qin Jin was a little displeased, aren't you cheating? You're looking for something to delay a little longer, you want to think a little more and be the first to come out, right? "Everyone is still waiting for your masterpiece, can you stop for a while?"

"That's it." Zhou Ning's handwriting is not only beautiful, but also fast. He writes in small letters, and the speed of small characters will be relatively much faster.

As he spoke, he finished writing, and he put down his pen and blew lightly on the fan.

"I said that there was a time limit, why should I be embarrassed to delay?" Zhou Ning turned the fan with a smile, and a small poem with a new title on the fan was fresh and pleasing to the eye.

Qin Jin's face suddenly became embarrassed, he wanted to beat Zhou Ning in speed first, but when Zhou Ning opened his mouth to chant poetry, he had already picked up the pen and wrote on the fan.

Can the speed of writing be compared to the speed of speaking? He had just finished reciting the poem, and the voices of everyone's praise were still ringing in his ears, and Zhou Ning's poems had been written, which was enough to prove that Zhou Ning did not spend a minute or a second more than him to think.

In the midst of everyone's sighs, Zhou Ning turned his fan and read: "The topic is the red plum in the winter mountain, the fire is burning in the sky, the mountain is in the cold winter, and the mountain is in the cold winter. A tree of red flowers is really dazzling, and the flowers are really dazzling. ”

"Good!" I don't know who couldn't help but shout hello, and then thunderous applause broke out. Zhou Ning's talent is far above Qin Jin, whether it is speed, quality or calligraphy, Qin Jin is beyond his reach.

"Lord Zhou is really talented."

"The afterlife is terrifying."

"No wonder the first place on the high school emperor list is really worthy of its name."

“……”

Zhou Ning was a little proud, who doesn't like to listen to good words? Zhou Ning also deliberately smiled at Qin Jin, and a smile is always your sharpest weapon.

The enemy can't see you laughing the most, on the contrary, your relatives can't see you crying the most, so Zhou Ning always shows people with a smile. Qin Jin clenched his teeth, and his heart was blocked.

Burning people's hearts, how can Qin Jin stand it in front of so many colleagues? He got up and walked to Zhou Ning's side, reached out to take the fan, glanced at it and pretended to miss it and threw it on the table.

The snow-white folding fan smashed on the ink dish, and the ink stained the fan surface, staining a large area.

"Ouch, it really shouldn't be, it's a pity that it's a masterpiece of the virtuous brother, it's a pity, it's a pity." Qin Jin sighed triumphantly: "It's a pity that I didn't hold it." ”

Qin Jin is not a person with a heart, seeing that Zhou Ning wrote all the words well and did the poems well, he deliberately defiled his fan, making you proud, and seeing how arrogant you are.

"It doesn't matter, everything is not perfect, a little flaw is more real." Zhou Ning doesn't care about a folding fan, if you like to fall, just drop it hard. "Let's see if we can make up for it."

Many people surrounded him, causing the light in front of Zhou Ning's eyes to be very dim, and of course it couldn't dim Qin Jin's face.

Zhou Ning gently picked up the fan, but fortunately, the words he wrote were not affected at all, but only left stains on the other side. Zhou Ning raised his pen and drew a picture of distant mountains and near waters.

There is also a wall in the painting, and a lonely old woman is on crutches, looking at the moat outside the city.

After finishing the painting, I inscribed a poem on it, which is still in this format, and the title is 'Four Hours'. Just writing a topic has already attracted everyone's attention.

"The wind on the side of the earthen city wall is cool, and the wind is cool on the side and often looks at the river. Changwang Jiangzhou sent back to the son, and the boat sent back to the earth city wall. "Zhou Ning's painting skills are not perfect, and he can barely be understood.

Everyone scrambles to see it, some people praise Zhou Ning's good handwriting, some people praise Zhou Ning's poetry well, but no one praises Zhou Ning's good painting.

"How much money is this fan? I bought it. Such a discordant voice suddenly appeared in the crowd, and everyone's attention was drawn to him at once.

I saw that the man was tall and big, with a beard on his back and a beard, and he spoke with a bit of an urn voice. Zhou Ning had actually noticed him a long time ago, because he was the only one in the room full of distinguished guests who was not wearing an official uniform.

Literati are ashamed to talk about money, and articles must never be exchanged for money. Even those who write letters and write letters for others on the long street to make ends meet are called lowly jobs.

Generally speaking, horses will do so when they are short and anxious to use money, and literati can't let go of their figures, and they usually don't rely on selling poems and essays for money.

Zhou Ning is also a dignified seven-rank official, and talking to Zhou Ning like this is in itself a 'contempt' offense. Zhou Ning saw that he was a rough man and knew that he hadn't thought too much.

Qin Jin's face turned red, he was fighting with Zhou Ning here, and such a big man popped up among his people, wasn't he embarrassing his face?