Not how.

Although Ning Wuxian had been lying on the bed and did not go out, he did not hear Zhou Jingxian receive the news from outside.

But he knew that the driving force behind this matter was the group of envoys from various countries who lived in the Xiyi Pavilion and were not disgusted by the excitement.

Stun this group and throw it back, and they'll send the next batch.

The main thing is that the enemy is tired and disturbed.

"Daxing's military book still has to be controlled, and it can't be passed on anymore, let these grandsons learn it, and they don't talk about martial arts, and they don't use it for the right way, it's really a tyrannical thing."

Ning Wuxian sighed sincerely.

“……”

Zhou Jingxian found that she couldn't keep up with the rhythm of Mr. Ning's conversation again.

It's like the goose stewed in the iron pot just now.

She could never guess what Mr. Ning wanted to express in his next sentence.

But she realized that her idea just now should have been denied.

"The guy who called the battle just now, I gave him a poem, as long as he thinks his talent can surpass this level, he will come in and compete with me on the spot, if he can't, then he will shut up, where did he come from, and go back."

Ning Wuxiao beckoned to Yun Fei, who was sitting next to him, warming tea on the radiator.

Yun Fei immediately understood, and moved the small table on the bed made by the two craftsmen in their spare time during the debugging last night, and put it in front of his son-in-law.

"This table is chic, it looks like it should be Master Weng's craftsmanship."

Master Weng's wood skills are excellent, and he also knows how to use iron and iron craftsmanship to do things extremely meticulously.

The corners of this table are polished smooth and angular, and at a glance, you can see that he is worried that he will lie on the bed and accidentally bump into the corner.

"It was indeed made by Master Weng, he was afraid that you would hit your head, and polished the table top three feet round, and was afraid that the top table would touch your hand, saying that the weather here is not as good as Jinling, it is very dry, and it may break when you touch the hard surface, so he smeared a special stone on it, and it feels like touching the fur."

The matte texture of the tabletop is really practical.

Ning Wuxian remembered Master Weng's intentions, and decided to raise up the matter of customization in the future, and when he docked with the Ministry of Industry, he could let Qin Shangshu and them promote Master Weng to be the head of this area.

The craftsman is exquisite in the art and carries it forward.

When he was polishing the desktop with his hands, Yunfei had already taken the pen and paper.

Ning Wuxian thought that as soon as he woke up, he had to write before eating, and he held his breath in his heart.

Lifting the pen is a word.

"Goose?"

Zhou Jingxian, who was standing next to her, saw this word and couldn't help but suspect that Mr. Ning was not writing poems, but planning to write menus.

Really.

Then she read two more words.

"Goose, goose."

"County Lord, this goose is not like this, it needs to be connected."

As he spoke, Ning Wuxian's small letters, like flowing water, jumped on the paper.

Although he injured his back and his arm could not exert all his strength, it did not affect the soft pen with this thin rod.

After writing a poem "Song of the Goose", he blew dry the ink on it, and wrote and boasted: "What a good poem." ”

At this time, Zhou Jingxian finally saw the entire text and understood that this was indeed a poem.

She has always understood poetry a little, but she is not proficient in poetry.

But I also know that this poem is more than a little worse than Mr. Ning's previous poems.

I always feel like Mr. Ning's heart when he was a child, so he can make such poems.

"It's fitting to use this poem to test the threshold of the so-called talents who have challenged me."

Even if the literati are light.

But in this era, the real literati are still quite proud.

They have a strong level of appreciating poetry, and they can understand at a glance that they wrote this poem only to prevent those half-witted people who pretend to be geniuses from entering the door.

If there are really people who don't have long eyes, they think that they can write a better poem than this "Song of the Goose", so as to enter the county lord's mansion.

When the time comes, let the other party be twisted by the goose, pay some medical expenses to send to the hospital, or send a pot of iron pot stewed goose.

"Who's serious people have to compete with others when they are recuperating from injuries, am I idle and have nothing to do?"

After he woke up yesterday, Yunfei could tell him.

When he was asleep, Shen Youchu's father came to thank him in person.

There are still two cartloads of gifts in the warehouse, waiting for him to check them.

Especially.

Father Shen said that when he recovered from his injury, he would take Shen Youchu to visit him together.

So he had to heal his injuries quickly and see Shen Youchu as soon as possible, so as not to worry about her injuries.

So.

The ducks and geese outside who are screaming with their necks pulled are stewed in a pot.

It's not that he wants to hurt the self-esteem of these people.

It's that these people don't have self-esteem at all.

"I just hurt my back, not the back of my head, and I want to take advantage of my illness to ask for my name, what a group of whimsical gamblers."

Zhou Jingxian took over the song "Song of the Goose" and was not idle.

Simple grooming and dressing, deliberately put on the gorgeous clothes at the bottom of the box.

The main thing is a mighty and domineering one, which can shake the field.

There is no need for others to open the way, and her steps have a murderous aura.

Under the attention of the servants in the courtyard, he held a paper roll in one hand and a door bolt weighing dozens of pounds in the other.

Squeak~~

The door is open.

Ulianda and the others, who had been standing quietly outside, were looking forward to it.

When they saw that it was Zhou Jingxian, they were ecstatic.

Bet right!

Ning Wuxian was really seriously injured to the point that he couldn't fight, the more this happened, the more they had to force Ning Wuxian to fight, and they also had a better chance to take advantage of this time to win Ning Wuxian!

As long as they win, Ning Wuxian, their task will be completed.

In the future, you can eat and drink spicy food, and you can walk sideways in your own country!

"Lord Xian, what about Ning Shixian, why didn't he come out, did he become a shrunken turtle and didn't dare to come out, so he let you and a woman fight against us?"

Ulenda didn't say a word of nonsense, and his attitude was arrogant to the extreme.

The purpose is also obvious, that is, to make Zhou Jingxian angry.

Who doesn't know that this county lord of Daxingxian doesn't seem to be easy to provoke, but in fact, he is also very short-tempered and very protective.

Zhou Jingxian clenched her fists and let go, she didn't say a word, gently shook off the paper in her hand, and pointed to the handwriting on it.

"This poem was made by Mr. Ning just now, the ink has just dried, Mr. Ning is injured, needs to rest, was awakened by the noise outside, and thought that there were hundreds of ducks and geese raised in my house, so he decided to eat iron pot stewed goose at noon to make up for his body, in this situation, he wrote this "Song of the Goose".

"Mr. Ning said, he can write and compose poems, who wants to challenge him, he is very welcome, but this "Song of the Goose" is the threshold, you think that the poem you write is better than it, write it down, and someone will welcome you in immediately, if you feel that you can't write it, please go back to your own home, find your brain, and think about it and then come to embarrass people."

Zhou Jingxian is not used to these people who find fault.

She immediately summoned the servants, carried the table, and laid out the paper at the door.

In order to prevent people from being unable to write poems and relying on the cold ink grinding, she also put a hand stove next to the inkstone that can be heated at any time.

And put the "Song of the Goose" written by Mr. Ning next to it and pressed the four corners, revealing the concise and elegant text on it, so that everyone who came to write the poem could appreciate Mr. Ning's literary brilliance while making a comparison.

Everything was ready, and she gestured to the table at Ulenda, who had provoked her just now.

"This genius, please."