Not really.
Although Ning Wuchang had been lying on the bed and not going out, he had not heard Zhou Jingxian receive any news from the outside.
But he knew that the driving force behind this incident was the group of envoys from various countries who lived in the Xiyi Pavilion and were not jealous of the excitement.
Knock this group of people unconscious and throw them back, and they will send the next group.
The main theme is to harass me when the enemy is exhausted.
"Daxing's military art must be controlled. It can no longer be passed on to others. It is really a waste of natural resources to let these grandsons learn it without respecting martial ethics and not using it in the right way."
Ning Wuyan sighed sincerely.
"..."
Zhou Jingxian found that she could not keep up with Mr. Ning's conversation again.
Just like the goose stewed in the iron pot just now.
She could never guess what Mr. Ning meant by his next sentence.
But she realized that her idea just now should have been rejected.
"The person who called me just now, I gave him a poem. As long as he thinks his talent can exceed this level, he can come in and compete with me on the spot. If he can't, then shut up and go back to where he came from. .”
Ning Wuyang waved to Yunfei, who was sitting next to him and warming tea on the radiator.
Yunfei understood immediately and moved the small low table on the bed that the two craftsmen had made during the debugging last night and placed it in front of his young master.
"This table is quite unique. It looks like it was made by Master Weng."
Master Weng's woodcraft is excellent, he also knows how to use iron craftsmanship, and works extremely meticulously.
The corners of the table were polished smooth and without edges. You could tell at a glance that they were worried that he might accidentally bump the corners while lying on the bed.
"It was indeed made by Master Weng. He was afraid that you would hit your head, sir, so he polished the lower table top three feet inward and rounded it. He was also afraid that the upper table table would touch your hand. He said that the weather here is not as good as Jinling and it is very dry. Because the hard surface might break when touched, I applied a special stone on it to make it feel like fur."
The frosted table top is really practical.
Ning Wuhuang remembered Master Weng's wishes and decided to let Qin Shangshu and others promote Master Weng to be the general manager of this area when the customization business took off.
Carry forward the fine craftsmanship of craftsmen.
While polishing the desktop with his hands, Yunfei had already brought the pen and paper over.
Ning Wuyan felt suffocated when he thought that he had to write before eating as soon as he woke up.
Lifting the pen is just one word.
"Goose?"
Zhou Jingxian, who was standing nearby, saw this word and couldn't help but suspect that Mr. Ning was not writing a poem, but planning to write a menu.
really.
Next, she read out two more words.
"Goose, goose."
"Princess, this is not how the goose pronounces it. It needs to be connected."
As he spoke, Ning Wuyan's small characters in regular script appeared on the paper like flowing clouds and flowing water.
Although he injured his back and could not use all his strength in his arms, it did not affect his ability to hold this thin and soft pen.
After he finished writing "Ode to the Goose", he dried the ink on it and wrote to himself, boasting: "What a good poem."
At this time, Zhou Jingxian finally saw the entire text and understood that this was indeed a poem.
She had always understood poetry a little bit, but was not proficient in it because she had been exposed to it from being around Youchu.
But I also know that this poem is more than a little different from Mr. Ning's previous poems.
It always feels like Mr. Ning’s temperament when he was a child is what makes him write such a poem.
"It is really appropriate to use this poem to test the threshold of the so-called talents who challenge me."
Even if the literati look down upon each other.
But in this era, real literati are still quite proud.
They have a very good ability to appreciate poetry, and they can understand at a glance that they wrote this poem just to prevent those half-hearted people pretending to be talented people from entering.
If there is someone who is not very discerning and thinks that he can write a better poem than this "Ode to the Goose", and thus enter the princess's mansion.
When the time comes, let the other party get pinched by the goose, and pay some medical expenses to send him to the hospital, or give him a pot of iron to stew the goose.
"Who is a serious person who wants to compete with others when he is recovering from his injuries? Am I just sitting idle with nothing to do?"
After he woke up yesterday, Yunfei could tell him.
While he was sleeping, Shen Youchu's father came to express his gratitude in person.
There are still two carts full of gifts piled in the warehouse, waiting for him to check them.
especially.
Father Shen said that when he recovers from his injury, he will bring Shen Youchu to visit him.
So he had to recover from his injuries quickly and see Shen Youchu as soon as possible to prevent her from worrying about his injuries.
so.
Those ducks and geese outside that are scratching their necks and squawking are all stewed in one pot.
It's not that he wants to hurt these people's self-esteem.
It's that these people have no self-respect at all.
"I only hurt my back, not the back of my head, and they still want to take advantage of my illness to claim my name. What a bunch of whimsical gamblers."
Zhou Jingxian took over the song "Ode to the Goose" and was not idle.
I simply freshened up and dressed up, deliberately wearing all the fine clothes at the bottom of my suitcase.
The main character is a powerful and domineering person who can shock the audience.
There was no need for anyone else to clear the way, as her steps carried a murderous aura.
Under the watchful eyes of the servants in the courtyard, he held a paper roll in one hand and a door bolt weighing dozens of kilograms in the other.
Zhiqa~~
The door is open.
Wu Lianda and others, who had been standing quietly outside, were looking forward to it.
When they saw Zhou Jingxian coming out, they were ecstatic.
The bet was right!
As expected, Ning Wuhuang was seriously injured and unable to fight. The more this happened, the more they had to force Ning Wuhuang to fight. They also had a better chance to win against Ning Wuhuang at this moment!
As long as they defeat Ning Wuyan, their mission will be completed.
From now on, if you drink spicy food, you can walk sideways in your own country!
"Princess Xian, where is Ning Shixian? Why doesn't he come out? Is it because he has turned into a coward and doesn't dare to come out, so he lets you, a woman, fight against us?"
Wu Lianda didn't say a word of nonsense, and his attitude was extremely arrogant.
The purpose is also obvious, which is to make Zhou Jingxian angry.
Who doesn't know that Princess Daxingxian looks like someone who is not easy to mess with, but in fact she has a very bad temper and is very protective of her shortcomings.
Zhou Jingxian clenched her fists and then unclenched them. Without saying a word, she gently shook the paper in her hand and pointed to the writing on it.
"This poem was written by Mr. Ning just now. The ink had just dried. Mr. Ning was injured and needed to rest. He was awakened by the noise outside. He thought it was because I had hundreds of ducks and geese in my house, so he decided to eat it for lunch. The goose was stewed in an iron pot to replenish the body. In this situation, I wrote this song "Ode to the Goose."
"Mr. Ning said that he can write and write poems. He welcomes anyone who wants to challenge him. But this song "Ode to the Goose" is the threshold. If you think your poem is better than it, write it down and someone will challenge you immediately. You go in, and if you think you can't write it, please go back to your home, think about it, and then come back to embarrass yourself after you think about it."
Zhou Jingxian is not used to these people looking for trouble.
She immediately called the servants, carried the table, spread the paper and placed it at the door.
In order to prevent anyone from blaming their inability to write poetry on the cold weather and inability to grind the ink, she thoughtfully placed a hand stove next to the inkstone that could be heated at any time.
He also placed "Ode to the Goose" written by Mr. Ning next to him and pressed the four corners, revealing the concise and elegant words on it, so that everyone who comes to write poems can make comparisons and appreciate Mr. Ning's literary talent.
When everything was ready, she gestured at the table to Wu Lianda, who had provoked her just now.
"This talented man, please."
