Summary of the previous chapter: Ma Xiaoquan came to the Lu family and made a bet with Lu Ming...
Old Lu Zhan blushed and said, "Ma Xiaoquan, you are just a junior, how dare you be so presumptuous?"
Ma Xiaoquan did not show weakness: "Mr. Lu, my sister-in-law is from my Ma family. Your Lu Ming openly molested my sister-in-law. As a member of the Ma family, do you think I will swallow my anger?"
Lu Zhan frowned: "You are in my Lu family now, don't forget it."
Ma Xiaoquan laughed: "Mr. Lu, the royal law of the Ming Dynasty stipulates that lynching is not allowed. Before I went out, my grandma also knew about my coming to the Lu family. If I can't go home intact today, my grandma's
Temperament, I’m afraid you won’t give up until you fight with your Lu family until death, right?”
"What a good fourth son of the Ma family! Okay, I will agree to this matter on your behalf tomorrow!"
Lu Ming was surprised: "Grandpa?"
Lu Zhanyi stretched out his hand: "No need to say more, tomorrow, if you lose, just be willing to admit defeat!"
"grandfather!"
"Shut up!" Lu Zhan said with a dark face, "I, a grandfather, are not afraid, so what do you, a junior, have to be afraid of?"
Lu Ming's face turned red and he finally closed his mouth.
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled: "Mr. Lu, I didn't expect you to be so considerate. Oh, okay, then I will accept the bet!"
"Okay, very good!" Lu Zhan said with a smile, "Here, bring some paper and pen."
After giving the order, a servant immediately brought paper and pen.
"Oh, it seems that Mr. Lu has already prepared it. Okay, okay, the writing brush, tsk tsk tsk, compared to the previous carving knives, it's much better." Ma Xiaoquan reached out and picked up a wolf hair, and gently
Turned twice gently.
Ma Xiaoquan was in trouble. Although most of the knives and bamboo slips used in the late Han Dynasty were carving knives and bamboo slips, the knives and bamboo slips at that time were at least hard. For Ma Xiaoquan, who was used to using fountain pens and ballpoint pens, the feel was the closest.
; but... I am holding a writing brush in my hand now. Although it is a wolf-hair brush, it still feels very soft when used. Writing like this will be very time-consuming.
"Yeah." Ma Xiaoquan thought for a moment and turned to ask Li Qinghan, "Sister-in-law, can you write?"
Li Qinghan rolled his eyes at Ma Xiaoquan: "What, do you want me to ghostwrite it?"
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled: "Sister-in-law, you are so smart. My handwriting is so ugly that it is simply unsightly. You tell me, if I write poetry, because of my ugly handwriting, Mr. Lu and Lu Ming will act like a fool again."
Wouldn’t that be unfair?”
"Ma Xiaoquan, you are so impudent!" Lu Ming shouted.
Ma Xiaoquan turned his head and glanced at Lu Ming: "Hey, I have learned from the past, I have to do this...Sister-in-law, how about you ghostwriting?"
Li Qinghan thought for a moment and nodded gently.
...
"Okay, let's stop talking nonsense and let's get started." Lu Zhan glared at Ma Xiaoquan and continued, "The rules are very simple. Whoever writes the most poems will win. The time is one hour."
Ma Xiaoquan sneered, thinking that I have a data device in my body. I don't dare to boast about anything else. There are more poems, lyrics, and songs than you guys can even imagine. Hum, isn't it the Ming Dynasty now? Then I will give it to you.
Points at poetry from the Qing Dynasty and modern times.
"Sister-in-law, are you okay?"
Li Qinghan smiled slightly: "No problem, trust me."
Ma Xiaoquan nodded, then nodded again to Lu Zhan.
Lu Zhan raised his hand and announced: "The competition... begins."
Lu Ming had already sharpened his sword, and with Lu Zhan's command, Lu Ming started writing without thinking.
Ma Xiaoquan didn't show any weakness, pretended to think, and immediately spoke out.
Looking at Li Qinghan again, he was surprised by Ma Xiaoquan's ability to speak in clear and coherent sentences. At the same time, Li Qinghan's hand did not stop, and he wrote line after line of small regular script on the rice paper.
Lu Zhan shuttled back and forth between Li Qinghan and Lu Ming. Looking at the poems written by these two people, Lu Zhan was secretly shocked.
Lu Zhan knew a little about Lu Ming's literary talent, but Lu Zhan seldom asked about it. He didn't expect that Lu Ming was so good at writing poetry without stopping at all.
Lu Zhan felt a sense of pride in his heart. With Lu Ming in the Lu family, Lu Zhan felt satisfied.
Looking at Li Qinghan again, although she was the ghostwriter, Li Qinghan's writing was very fast and matched exactly with Ma Xiaoquan's dictation. What surprised Lu Zhan even more was that Ma Xiaoquan's speech was not stuck at all.
Yes, and those poems were something Lu Zhan had never heard before.
Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye. At this time, Lu Ming began to pause obviously, while Ma Xiaoquan was still dictating "his poems" in an orderly manner.
Lu Zhan became nervous. He didn't want Lu Ming to lose at this juncture.
"Tomorrow, stay calm, grandpa believes you can do it."
Lu Ming raised his head and gave a heavy hum.
Lu Zhan's sentence was very effective. Lu Ming, who was still a little stuck, suddenly seemed to have been given a shot of blood and continued to write furiously.
...
Another moment passed in the blink of an eye. At this time, Lu Ming finally lost his previous "chicken-blood state". Lu Zhan encouraged Lu Ming many times, but Lu Ming was already at a loss for words. No matter how much Lu Zhan encouraged him, it was of no avail.
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Seeing Lu Ming writing a stuck sentence, Ma Xiaoquan laughed loudly and asked Li Qinghan: "Sister-in-law, how many poems have you written?"
Li Qinghan raised his head, gently wiped the sweat from his forehead, and replied: "Already thirty-seven songs."
"What? Thirty-seven poems?" Lu Ming was shocked. He kept thinking about writing. So far, he had only written twenty-two poems despite all his efforts. How could Ma Xiaoquan be able to compose thirty-seven poems? Why?
"Ming'er, don't be distracted, Ma Xiaoquan is lying to you."
Ma Xiaoquan laughed and said: "Liar? Mr. Lu is here, your eyes can see it. Even if I don't let my sister-in-law write it now, Lu Ming will never be able to write the same number of poems as me."
Lu Ming was anxious: "Ma Xiaoquan, this is what you said. Stop if you can."
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled and spread his hands: "Stop, stop! Sister-in-law, your handwriting is tired, please stop. Let's wait for Lu Ming and see if there is still this moment of time left. What can Lu Ming do?
Can I write fifteen poems?"
Li Qinghan nodded, hummed, slowly put down the brush, moved his shoulders, and gently rubbed his hands. Ma Xiaoquan calmly brought Li Qinghan a cup of tea and let Li Qinghan drink it.
Li Qinghan smiled slightly, took the teacup, and tasted it carefully.
Worried that Lu Zhan and Lu Ming were cheating, Ma Xiaoquan stood quietly without saying much to disturb them.