Principal of the Heavens

Fan Ruoruo was also taken aback, and turned around to look around.

You have to know that all the girls from every household in the capital are here today, but who exactly does my brother know but I can't find it.

Fan Xian followed the gaze of his younger sister Fan Ruoruo, and scanned the girls again.

Still not finding the person he was looking for, he opened the curtain and went outside, wanting to search more carefully.

"People are born in the world because of propriety. A gentleman can have no fancy clothes. But he can't be rude."

Fan Xian took a look at him. He really didn't remember knowing this person, so he asked with a hint of doubt, "Who are you?"

He Zongwei was obviously taken aback, and then felt a little offended in his heart. This Fan Xian had only met him yesterday, and he pretended not to know him today.

But in order to maintain his self-cultivation and demeanor, at least on the surface, He Zongwei didn't seem to be angry.

"He Zongwei, I met Mr. Fan yesterday when I was in Yishiju."

"Are all the girls here?"

He Zongwei was at a loss when he heard Fan Xian's question, he was a little confused.

"There's nothing else." Fan Xian pointed to the girls sitting on the side and asked.

"Fan Xian, why are you so vulgar?" Guo Baokun stepped forward and scolded in a low voice.

"You two, please calm down. Since it is a poetry club, it is better to meet friends through poetry."

Prince Jing's son Li Hongcheng walked slowly towards Fan Xian and the others while talking.

After Guo Baokun and Guo Baokun saw it, they immediately bowed down and saluted, while Fan Xian stood up straight and remained unmoved.

Li Hongcheng was not angry when he saw his behavior like this, but admired in his heart that this Fan Xian really had a bit of a literati character.

Fan Xian and Li Hongcheng approached him with a happy face and asked, "My lord, do you know a girl who likes to hold chicken legs?"

After Li Hongcheng heard it, he was obviously stunned. Even though he was the heir of Prince Jing, he greeted and sent him off on weekdays, and his experience in human relations and conversation was extraordinary.

When asked by Fan Xian for no reason, he didn't know what to say at the moment.

He could only follow Fan Xian's words, "Would you like to take it? What?"

"Chicken legs!" Fan Xian looked at Li Hongcheng and explained to the other party. Seeing that Li Hongcheng seemed to be a little ignorant, he immediately added, "It's the chicken legs."

Li Hongcheng opened and closed his mouth, and then seemed to react instantly, and he suddenly realized, "Drumsticks, I will prepare them at lunch."

He really didn't think that Fan Xian would be hungry at this time, and then he thought that he might be an illegitimate child.

Li Hongcheng instantly imagined the vicious stepmother bullying Fan Xian, even refusing to give him food.

Fan Xian wanted to ask again, but Li Hongcheng didn't give him this chance. Looking at the scholars around him, he said loudly, "Everyone, take your seats first."

Then he stopped caring about the other person, and walked towards the main table on his own, thinking in his mind whether the Fan family had a family feud recently, and Fan Xian, as an illegitimate child, had fallen to this point.

It shouldn't be so, right? Li Hongcheng felt that Fan Xian didn't seem to have fallen to this level either!

Guo Baokun looked at Li Hongcheng who was already seated, poked his head out, and then said, "What His Royal Highness said is that since it is a competition between literati, they should be opposed by poetry."

Fan Xian looked impatient, cast a nonchalant glance at Guo Baokun, grabbed the dried fruit on the table and ate two.

"What is there to compare, you will definitely lose!"

Guo Baokun looked at Fan Xian disdainfully, "What a big tone, Fan Xian, if you don't dare to compare with me, I won't make it difficult for you, just kneel down and admit your mistake."

"Didn't I tell you? You must be the loser." Fan Xian said.

"Absurd! Who do you think you are? Everyone in the poetry world!"

"Okay, then how do you compare?"

Guo Baokun smiled unconsciously after hearing this. In his opinion, Fan Xian, a countryman, could only lose if he compared himself.

Fan Xian leaned back a little impatiently. It's fine if he didn't find the person he was looking for when he came here today, and he was pestered by this Guo Baokun again and again.

Guo Baokun stood up first and saluted Prince Jing's son.

Then he seemed very happy to walk to the other side of the venue where the poetry meeting was held, and then walked forward side by side.

While walking, he muttered to himself, "One, two, three, four, five"

After ten steps, he had already walked in front of Li Hongcheng.

"His Royal Highness." Guo Baokun bowed again, and then pointed to the place where he was standing.

"Ten steps to this point, so far to write, praise it loudly and let everyone judge the winner or loser."

Guo Baokun gestured in his hand, his tone was very impassioned.

"Okay." Fan Xian agreed feebly, resting his forehead with his hands. He didn't find the person he was looking for, and now he was very unhappy.

"Can you?" Guo Baokun asked Li Hongcheng, Prince Jing's son, in front of him again.

Li Hongcheng seemed to be very interested, nodded and raised his hands and praised, "Excellent."

"How many poems can the two of you make? I only need to make one to win."

Fan Xian looked at Guo Baokun, so many Tang poems and Song poems in his mind, he casually picked them up, and didn't directly crush them.

Li Yi just hid and watched them all the time, he knew that Fan Xian would never lose this time.

No matter what Guo Baokun and He Zongwei did, Fan Xian had a 100% chance of winning this time.

It's not that Guo Baokun and He Zongwei can't do it, it's really that Fan Xian opened a time-traveling hook by himself.

With China's 5,000-year civilization as a support in his mind, Guo Baokun did not lose to Fan Xian.

Instead, they lost to China's 5,000-year-old civilization. If it were true, the two of them would not be ashamed to lose.

After all, the other party is hanging up, how to fight this battle?

Li Yi just watched Guo Baokun and He Zongwei make two not-so-good poems.

But for poetry, sometimes the concept and artistic conception are the most important. If you only care about the level, it will be inferior.

Waiting for He Zongwei and Guo Baokun to finish reading their poems, they both looked at Fan Xian provocatively.

In their view, a countryman might not even know a few big characters, so how could he be able to write poetry.

Fan Xian didn't pay attention to their eyes, walked to the center of the poetry meeting alone, and slowly wrote poems on paper with a very awkward brush.

The wind is rushing, the sky is high, the ape screams and mourns, and the white bird flies back to clear the sand.

The boundless falling trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in.

Wandering With Melancholy, a century on stage alone and sick.

Difficulty and bitterness hate the frosty temples, and the down and out new stop the dirty wine glass.

"You two, I don't know what Fan Mou's song Climbing Can Return."

Fan Xian looked at Guo Baokun with a teasing look in his eyes, and he never regarded Guo Baokun as a real opponent.

Guo Baokun seemed to him like a clown, and he buzzed like a fly in his ears.

Guo Baokun and He Zongwei are not fools either, so they can naturally see that Fan Xian's poem is really true.

Other people at the poetry meeting also heard the poem, and everyone was admiring for a while,

Sorrow, clearness, boundless, endless, thousands of miles, autumn, guest, century, illness, loneliness, eternal sorrow, all in a glass of dirty wine! Good poem, good poem! "Li Hongcheng, Prince Jing's son, praised loudly.

Basically, it also brought an end to today's poem fight, Fan Xian won no matter what.

Li Yi walked slowly to the middle, smiled lightly and said softly, "I heard this poem today, but I have a poem that I want to share with Brother Fan."