"Your Majesty, Diandong, is wrong. Since scholars want to fight, it is natural that they should use poetry to express their fault." He Zongwei saw that Li Hongcheng had already taken a seat, and then he said.

"What's the comparison? I'll definitely lose!" Fan Xian said with a look of disdain. He picked up the candied fruit on the plate in front of him and put it into his mouth. He chewed it twice. The sweet and sour taste was very good.

To satisfy his appetite, he stretched out his legs to pick up a few candied fruits on the plate and stuffed them into his mouth in one breath. His whole cheeks bulged and he kept chewing them with his teeth. The sight of them made people salivate.

"Did I really yawn like a toad? It's so loud!" He Zongwei looked angry and looked down upon Fan Xian's arrogance.

"Hey!" Fan Xian looked impatient. As Fan Xian, who has a whole world of poetry behind him to rely on, let alone He Zongwei, even if Li Hong was reborn, he would not be able to lose in poetry competition with him.

To win, after all, one requires thinking and inspiration, while the other requires memorization.

"Hehe!" Fan Ruoruo couldn't help laughing when he saw his brother's performance, and put aside his worries about whether there was a conflict between Fan Xian and Guo Baokun.

"Master Fan, if I don't dare to compete with him, he won't bother me, just kneel down and admit my mistake!" He Zongwei thought he was sure to win. After all, as a famous talent in Kyoto, he had wronged himself.

Poetry is somewhat confident, and Fan Xian, as a country bumpkin who just came to Kyoto from Danzhou, knows nothing about poetry.

Guo Baokun looked at He Zongwei who kept spouting nonsense, and put his leg on his forehead, and couldn't help but feel sorry for He Zongwei. That unlucky child, who was not the same as him in the original trajectory, was treated quite miserably by Fan Xian, and Fan Xian was sent away for life.

Now that he has reached the throne of the Poet Saint, and now that he is no longer involved, Bu Bu and Fan Xian are fighting together. It seems that Bu Bu will inevitably become a stepping stone for Fan Xian to become famous. He can be said to have the most dedicated background of Bu Bu.

"Hasn't he already told me that I will definitely lose!" Fan Xian chewed candied fruit with a look of disdain on his face and rolled his red eyes.

"It's ridiculous, I thought I was someone, everyone in the poetry world?" He Zongwei looked at Fan Xian and was sarcastic.

"Okay, how can I compare?" Fan Xian was very disappointed when he didn't find his chicken leg girl, and he was upset because of Guo Baokun's incident. Then, looking at He Zongwei who kept provoking him, the anger in his heart finally couldn't be suppressed.

, let He Zongwei directly tell me how to compare, and wanted to vent all my worries to He Zongwei.

"Then, why did he not think about the competition well?" He Zongwei didn't think that much at the moment. Was it because he saw that Fan Xian was too vulgar and rude, offending the ladies present, and completely different between men and women?

Beware, regardless of etiquette, he was too angry for a while and kept causing trouble for Fan Xian.

"Hey! I didn't think about it, so I kept chirping like a crow, annoying him!" Fan Xian sneered disdainfully, and threw the candied fruit in his leg into his mouth. Was it too sweet, and even moved the table?

I picked up the purple clay pot and poured tea into my mouth directly from the purple clay pot.

"I'm extremely rude and vulgar!" He Zongwei's words could not deny Fan Xian's wrong leg. Fan Xian's face turned red with anger, but he didn't know how to retaliate.

"Does he have an idea? I wonder if the two of us are willing to give it a try?" Guo Baokun looked at the quarrel between the two and started to speak directly.

"Xueshi Guo, please speak!" When Li Hongcheng saw Guo Baokun speaking, he immediately asked him to continue in order to save his face.

"He saw that although the side hall was not big, there were about ten steps between the door and the Crown Prince's seat. It would be better to let the two people who had the door walk to the Crown Prince's seat ten steps away to write, and loudly write their own words.

The poems written by the two people will be recited, and everyone will comment on the poems written by the two people, and determine the winner. This can not only show their literary rest, but also their quick wit, and everyone here can also participate in it.

What do the prince and you two think?" Guo Baokun smiled and looked at Fan Xian and He Zongwei. In his previous life, Cao Zhi had a poem in seven steps. That time he had a problem with a poem in ten steps. Fan Xian was definitely wrong.

It's a good opportunity to stand out, and because Fan Xian knows Cao Zhi's allusions, he will definitely be more interested.

"Okay, interesting. It's really a good idea!" Li Hongcheng slapped his thigh with his leg. He was very interested in the idea. The previous poetry meeting had never had such a grand occasion. If the two of them can really get along within ten steps,

If you write good poems outside, it will definitely make that poetry meeting famous, and it will also be of great benefit to Prince Jing's palace.

"It's really a good idea!"

"Is that time the wrong time?"

"Is it true that anyone can write a good poem ten steps away?"

Everyone outside the poetry meeting was talking a lot. They were excited about the competition method, but they were also a little worried. After all, it would be impossible for most people to write a poem in ten steps.

"Okay, let's compete in the way that Academician Guo said!" He Zongwei saluted Guo Baokun and agreed with Guo Baokun's proposal.

"You can do whatever you want, he won't lose anyway!" Fan Xian also became interested as expected, but he didn't expect that Guo Baokun would propose such a competition method.

"In this case, both of you are so confident, why not add a bonus, and whoever loses will just apologize and say congratulations. It's not an embarrassment!" Guo Baokun continued to suggest.

"Then, isn't the lottery too thin?" He Zongwei was a little dissatisfied. He was very impressed by Fan Xian's actions and wanted to teach Fan Xian a profound lesson.

"How about that? What if he loses and stops writing poetry?" Fan Xian saw that He Zongwei was hesitant and immediately added a fire, which instantly ignited the flame in He Zongwei's heart.

"Okay, if he loses, he will never write poetry again!" He Zongwei immediately made the same promise as Fan Xian.

"Are you really looking for death? Forget it, why don't you help him!" Guo Baokun looked at the stupid He Zongwei and scratched his head. Although He Zongwei had been quarreling with Fan Xian, he had done nothing wrong. It was true that Fan Xian was rude first.

, he speaks uprightly, but is that boy rushing to die when he makes such a promise? Fan Xian has a distinguished background, and he has a group of middle-aged men rushing to become a father. He can no longer write poetry without affecting his own future. He Zongwei is a commoner.

A gifted scholar with a good family background, he wanted to rely on the Poetry Society to expand his talent and reputation. Moreover, there was a strong demand for poetry in the imperial examinations later in the month. If he asked not to write poems anymore, his future would be cut off later in the month.

"The Mingyue Poetry Club originally used poetry to make friends. If you make such a mistake, you will lose the original intention!" Guo Baokun stopped the two of them from making a mistake. He really couldn't bear to see He Zongwei make such a big fight, and as far as he was concerned,

In fact, Fan Xian lost. After all, he was an impostor and a copycat of a second-rate businessman. And whether He Zongwei was truly talented or learned cannot be proven.
Chapter completed!