"But I remember that Ning Shixian has never been to Qilu, and he can still write about the beauty of Mount Tai. If Ning Shixian cannot write poems about iced drinks today, it will be difficult for people to doubt whether your previous poems are your current works. It’s still on my back.”
Zhou An seemed to be defending Ning Wuhao, but in fact he was slandering him.
Of course.
Based on Zhou An's strange words, even if Ning Wuhao couldn't compose a poem, no one would question the authenticity of his poetry.
But there is no guarantee that some people will think that he, the poetry immortal, has weaknesses.
The literati looked down on each other, and if word spread, many talented people would come here to admire his reputation, and write "Ice Drink" to ride on his reputation and rise to the top.
Ning Wuyang felt that since he recognized the name of Shixian, he had to be responsible for it.
Compared to Ning Wushu's calmness, Shen Youchu was furious. He put his hands on his waist and said angrily: "Zhou An! If I had known that even the food I gave you wouldn't be able to stop your disappointing mouth, why did I just open my mouth? I should have asked you to get off the boat!"
Ji Jin, who has always been kind to others, chose not to maintain a decent relationship with Zhou An at this time.
"Anhou, if you came here specifically to ruin everyone's enjoyment of today's visit, you might as well ask yourself to leave, so as not to offend others."
Ji Jin just said it outright that Zhou An was annoying.
In the past, Zhou An might have had some reflection after hearing these words in order to win Ji Jin's heart.
But since he knew that Ji Jin was not as cold and clean as the Moon Fairy, he was willing to join the mall and start an ice drink business for the sake of Ning Wushan.
Zhou An also gave up catering to the means to get this woman.
After he killed Ning Wuyan, the lifeblood of the ice drink shop where Ji Jin invested a lot of money was in his hands.
When the time comes, as long as he uses some tricks, are he afraid that Ji Jin, who pretends to be aloof, will not surrender to him obediently?
"Miss Ji, you are the most talented woman in Jinling. Don't you usually love to recite poems and write lyrics?"
"you you you……"
Zhou An pointed at Miss Zhang and others who were surrounding Ning Wuhuang, and targeted every visitor present without leaving any room.
"Since you admire Ning Shixian so much, if you think I'm annoying, you can write a poem about iced drinks for Ning Shixian and give it to him. You can also take the opportunity to become his close friend."
"I have provided you with such a good opportunity, why are you still staring at me with anger? Is it because you can't write poems or lyrics? There are many talented people in Jiangnan, but it turns out they are nothing more than this."
Everyone who was targeted by Zhou An was speechless.
They actually wanted to write a poem on the spot to slap Zhou An in the face.
But ice drinks are indeed not popular in Jinling.
Even the Yuan family, the richest man in Jinling, cannot afford to eat more than a few bowls throughout the year. If they have this spare money, they might as well buy a copybook of famous writers.
Materials that he had never come into contact with on a daily basis were now spoiled by Zhou An without even taking a single bite.
Everyone has no inspiration at all for using iced drinks to compose poems and lyrics.
"Aren't you usually eloquent and like to speak up for Ning Shixian? Why are you not speaking?"
Zhou An finished crowding around and took a mouthful of ice fruit into his mouth.
Cool!
Not only did he feel good about eating the iced drink, but he felt even better when he saw that the talented people who had visited the Xiaoxiang Pavilion without showing his favor were disappointed.
He used to be used to this group of students, but now he has only one way to face this group of disobedient students.
Reward the stick.
Demean them!
Suppress them!
Until their pride is crushed and they kneel on the ground and become their own dogs!
Without Ning Wuhuang's talent, how dare you imitate Ning Wuhuang and fight against him?
Purely seeking death!
While Zhou An shut up and ate ice, the entire hall on the first floor of Huafang was completely silent.
They all wanted to say something.
But even Ji Jin, who was known as the most talented woman in Jinling, could not compose a poem on the spot to let Zhou An know the power of Jiangnan talents.
Wu Luan, who was in the boat opposite and thought he had a good knowledge of Daxing poetry, was also angry and annoyed when he heard Zhou An's words.
What makes Zhou An angry is that if Zhou An hadn't relied on his status as a marquis to be so annoying, he would have been beaten into the lake by a group of people.
The annoying thing is that she has never heard of poetry about ice drinks, and there is no room for reference even if she wants to learn from it.
Jiang Yan, who was sitting on the third floor, felt dissatisfied when he saw Zhou An's dismissive attitude. He put down the pen with which he was writing the memorial and stood up.
He wanted to step forward and suppress the matter, but when he saw Mr. Ning smiling and calm, he slowly sat back down.
I thought: Looking at Mr. Ning's reaction, it seems that Zhou An's problem is not difficult for him.
If this is the case, today's trip to the lake to appreciate the lotus will result in a few more excellent works being included in the "Collection of Thousands of Daxing Poems".
Maybe the poem he wrote that was at the bottom of the list might be squeezed out because of this.
Jiang Yan shook his head, laughed, and continued writing.
When there was silence and only the sound of water could be heard, Ning Wuyan, who had been waiting for Zhou An to offend everyone to death, finally slowly opened his mouth.
"I drink sugarcane syrup mixed with ice in a blue bowl, and the narcissus lends me a cup of coolness. The small bamboo mat on the fish waves is clear and dreamless, and the graceful lotus flowers make the fragrance of lotus root."
After Ning Wuyang finished reciting the poem, he took a spoonful of iced peach meat and put it into his mouth.
Hmm...sweet.
Zhou An, on the other hand, held the spoon half in his mouth until the ice cube got stuck in his throat. Then he quickly put down the spoon and coughed violently.
"Cough cough cough..."
Zhou An's red eyes bulged, and he looked in disbelief at Ning Wuyan, who composed another masterpiece easily, with dissatisfaction written all over his face.
How can you tell the level of Jinling Poetry Immortal by only writing poems?
He could never let Ning Wuxu get away with just one poem!
"What a poem! Zhou An, Mr. Ning wrote a poem with the theme of ice drink. Now you will be convinced!"
Shen Youchu tasted this poem carefully.
Well... the poem is a good poem, but it is not as easy to understand and popular as the poems Ning Gongzi wrote before.
Probably because ice drinks are already very niche.
do not care.
Anyway, let’s change the subject first.
"Ahem!"
Zhou An saw through Shen Youchu's thoughts, endured the pain in his lungs, and said vaguely: "No..."
"Anhou wants to say that just writing a poem cannot reflect my level of poetry, right?"
Ning Wuyan took the initiative to ask Zhou An's breath.
The coughing stopped.
"Today, three ice drink shops opened together. It's really not enough for me to write just one poem. The poem I just wrote is just a small test to let An Hou know that whether it's something I've seen or something I haven't seen, everything Whatever you can say, whether it’s writing poetry or lyrics, I won’t be afraid.”
Ning Wuyang opened his arms and spoke boldly.
"Isn't it just a poem about eating ice cream in the summer? After taking a bite just now, my inspiration exploded and I had another poem in my mind. I will read it to you all."
""The Proud Fisherman·Sudden Rain in the Summer of June"."
June?
Everyone was muttering in their hearts: It was already early July.
However, when I thought about the poem, I thought of the baby-faced figure in June, whose mood could easily be modified by the uncertainty of weather, and no one bothered about this.
Except for Zhou An, everyone was listening attentively, waiting for Ning Shixian's new work to come out.
