Principal of the Heavens

　　 Fan Ruoruo was also taken aback, turning around and looking around.

　　 You have to know that there are countless girls from all households in the capital of today's poetry meeting. All the girls from all households have come, and the person that my brother knows hasn't been found.

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

　　 still didn't find the person I was looking for, opened the curtain and walked outside, wanting to look more carefully.

　　 "People are born in the world because of etiquette. A gentleman can have no clothes. But he must not be rude."

　　 Fan Xian glanced at him. He really did not remember that he knew this person, and asked with a trace of doubt, "Who are you?"

　　 He Zongwei was visibly taken aback, and then he felt a little offended in his heart. This Fan Xian had only seen 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 does not seem to be angry.

　　 "He Zongwei in the next, met with Fan Gongzi yesterday at Yishiju."

　　 "Are all the girls here?"

　　 He Zongwei flashed a dazed expression upon hearing Fan Xian's question, and he was a little confused.

　　 "There is nothing else." Fan Xian asked, pointing his finger at the girls sitting aside.

　　 "Fan Xian, why are you so vulgar?" Guo Baokun stepped forward and whispered angrily.

　　 "Please calm down your anger, since it is a poetry club, it is better to use poetry to meet friends."

　　 Jing Wang Shizi Li Hongcheng slowly walked towards Fan Xian and three of them while talking.

　　 Guo Baokun and Guo Baokun immediately bent over and saluted when they saw them. Fan Xian stood up straight and remained unmoved.

　　 Li Hongcheng didn't feel angry when he saw him in such a posture, but he admired it even more. Fan Xian really has a bit of literati style.

　　 Fan Xian Li Hongcheng then approached him with joy and asked, "Shizi, do you know a girl who likes to hold chicken legs?"

　　 Li Hongcheng was obviously bewildered when he heard it. Even if he was the son of Prince Jing, he would be welcomed and sent to him on weekdays, and his experience in human relations and conversation was extraordinary.

　　 When asked by Fan Xian so unfounded, he didn't even know what to say at the moment.

　　 can only follow Fan Xian's words and say, "I like to take it? What to take?"

　　 "Chicken legs!" Fan Xian looked at Li Hongcheng and explained to the other party. He looked at Li Hongcheng as if he didn't know that he still added, "It's chicken legs."

　　 Li Hongcheng's mouth opened and closed, and then he seemed to react instantly, and the whole person suddenly realized, "Drumsticks, I will prepare for lunch."

　　 I really didn't expect Fan Xian to be hungry at this time, and then think of him as an illegitimate child.

　　 Li Hongcheng instantly replenishes the vicious stepmother to bully Fan Xian, and even refuses to feed him.

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

　　 Then he stopped taking care of the other person, and walked to the main table on his own. In his mind, he was thinking about whether the Fan family has been at odds with the family recently, and Fan Xian has fallen to this point as an illegitimate child.

　　 shouldn't be... Li Hongcheng felt that Fan Xian didn't seem to have fallen to this point!

　　Guo Baokun looked at Li Hongcheng who was already seated, poked his head out, and then said, "His Royal Highness said that since literati are fighting each other, they should be opposed by poetry."

　　 Fan Xian looked impatient, glanced at Guo Baokun very carelessly, grabbed the dried fruits on the table and ate two.

　　 "What is comparable to this, you must lose!"

　　 Guo Baokun looked at Fan Xian disdainfully, "It's so big, if you dare not compare with me, Fan Xian, I won't be difficult for you, just kneel down and admit a mistake."

　　 "Didn't I tell you? You must lose." Fan Xian said.

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

　　 "Okay, how do you compare?"

　　 Guo Baokun smiled unconsciously when he heard it. In his opinion, Fan Xian, a rural villager, compared with himself, that is the only possibility of losing.

　　 Fan Xian was leaning back and was a little impatient. Even if he didn't find the person he was looking for when he came here today, he was entangled by this Guo Baokun again and again.

　　 Guo Baokun first stood up and saluted Wang Shizi.

　　 then seemed to be very happy to walk to the other side of the poem meeting place, and then stepped forward side by side.

　　 murmured to himself as he walked, "One, two, three, four, five..."

　　 After ten steps have been completed, he has already walked in front of Li Hongcheng.

　　 "His Royal Highness." Guo Baokun saluted again, and then pointed to where he stood.

　　 "Ten steps to this point, so far I have written, chant it loudly for everyone to judge winning or losing."

　　 Guo Baokun gestured in his hands, with a very impassioned tone.

　　 "Okay." Fan Xian replied weakly, holding his forehead in his hand. He couldn't find the person he was looking for. Now he was very upset.

　　 "Can you?" Guo Baokun asked Li Hongcheng, the king of Jing, who was in front of him.

　　 Li Hongcheng seemed to be very interested, nodded and exclaimed, "Wonderful."

　　 "How many poems do you two make? I only need to make one to win."

　　 Fan Xian looked at Guo Baokun, taking so many Tang Poems and Song Ci in his mind casually, yet he didn't directly crush them.

　　...

　　 Li Yi just kept hiding and watching them. He knew that Fan Xian would never lose this time.

　　 No matter what Guo Baokun and He Zongwei do, Fan Xian's chance of winning this time is 100%.

　　 It's not that Guo Baokun and He Zongwei can't do it, it's really Fan Xian who opened a crosswalk alone.

　　With the support of five thousand years of Chinese civilization in his mind, Guo Baokun is not losing to Fan Xian.

　　, it was lost to China’s five thousand-year-old civilization. If it were true, the two of them would not be ashamed of losing.

　　 After all, the opponent is already open, how to fight this battle?

　　 Li Yi just watched Guo Baokun and He Zongwei compose two not-so-good poems. They were of average standard and not right.

　　 It’s just something like poems. Sometimes the conception and artistic conception are the most important. If you only care about flatness, you fall behind.

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

　　 In their opinion, a rural villager might not know a few characters, how could he write poetry.

　　 Fan Xian didn't care about their eyes~www.readwn.com~ walked to the center of the poem meeting alone, and slowly wrote poems on the paper with ten twisted brushes.

　　The wind is screaming, the sky is high and the ape wailes, and the white bird of Zhu Qingsha flies back.

　　 There is no boundless falling wood, and endless Yangtze River is rolling.

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

　　 Hard hatred Fanshuang temples, overwhelmed the new turbid wine cup.

　　 "Two, I don't know if Fan Mou can return to his ascend."

　　 Fan Xian looked at Guo Baokun with molesting in his eyes. He had never regarded the other party as a real opponent.

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

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

　　 Other people at the poem meeting also heard the poem, and all of them admired for a while,

　　 Sorrow, Qing, boundless, endless, thousands of miles, autumn, guest, a hundred years, illness, independence, and sorrow through the ages, all in a glass of dirty wine! Good poem, good poem! "Li Hongcheng, the son of King Jing, exclaimed.

　　 basically put an end to today's fighting poems, Fan Xian won anyway.

　　 Li Yi walked slowly to the middle, and said softly with a faint smile, "I heard this poem today, but I have a poem I want to take out and taste it with Brother Fan."

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