Chapter 127

Fan ruoro was also stunned and turned to look around.

You have to know that there are several girls from different families in the capital of today's Poetry Festival, but you can't find anyone your brother knows.

Fan Xianshun followed his sister fan ruoro's eyes and scanned the girls again.

I still didn't find the person I wanted to find. I opened the curtain and went outside. I wanted to search more carefully.

"People are born in the world because of propriety, but a gentleman has no Chinese clothes. But don't be rude. "

Fan Xian looked at him. He really didn't remember that he knew this man. With a trace of doubt, he asked, "who are you?"

He Zongwei was obviously stunned. Then he felt that he had been offended. This fan Xianming met him yesterday and pretended not to know him today.

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

"In Xiahe Zongwei, I met with Mr. Fan when I was in yishiju yesterday."

"Are all the girls here?"

When he heard fan Xian's question, he Zongwei flashed a daze. He was a little confused.

"There's nothing else." Fan Xian asked, pointing to the girls sitting on one side.

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

"Please calm down. Since it's a poetry club, it's better to make friends with poetry."

Li Hongcheng, the son of King Jing, walked slowly towards fan Xian.

Guo Baokun and Guo Baokun immediately bow and salute when they see it. Fan Xian stands upright and does not move.

Li Hongcheng didn't get angry when he saw that he was acting like this, but he was even more impressed. Fan Xian really had a certain style of literati.

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

After hearing this, Li Hongcheng was obviously confused. Even though he was the son of King Jing, he would come and go on weekdays, and his practice of talking about human feelings was extraordinary.

Asked by fan Xian for no reason, he didn't know what to say.

Can only follow fan Xian's words to say, "like to take? What do you want? "

"Chicken leg!" Fan Xian looks at Li Hongcheng explaining to the other party. It seems that Li Hongcheng still doesn't know. He then adds, "it's the chicken's leg."

Li Hongcheng's mouth opened and closed, and then he seemed to react in an instant. The whole person suddenly realized, "chicken legs, we will prepare for lunch."

I really didn't expect that fan Xian was hungry at this time, and then I thought that he might be an illegitimate child.

Li Hongcheng's brain instantly mends the trick that his wicked stepmother bullies fan Xian and even doesn't give him food.

Fan Xian wanted to ask again, but Li Hongcheng didn't give him the chance. He looked at the taxis around him and said, "let's take a seat first."

Then he went to the main table without taking care of the others. In his mind, he was thinking about whether fan's family had been at odds recently, and fan Xian, as an illegitimate child, had been reduced to this point.

Li Hongcheng feels that fan Xian doesn't seem to be reduced to such a level!

Guo Baokun looked at Li Hongcheng, who had already taken his seat. He pointed out his head and then said, "Your Highness Shizi said that since scholars are fighting against each other, they should be opposed by poetry."

Fan Xian's impatient face glanced at Guo Baokun, grabbed the dried fruit on the table and ate two.

"There's nothing like that. You must lose!"

Guo Baokun looked at fan Xian with disdain, "it's a big tone. If you dare not compare with me, I'm not hard for you. Just kneel down and admit your mistake."

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

"Ridiculous! Who do you think you are? Everybody in the poetry world

"Well, what do you say?"

After hearing this, Guo Baokun's face began to smile unconsciously. In his opinion, fan Xian, a villager in the countryside, could only lose when compared with himself.

Fan Xian leans on his body and is a little impatient. Even if he doesn't find the person he wants to find here today, he is still entangled by Guo Baokun.

Guo Baokun first stood out and saluted King Jing Shizi.

Then it seems very happy to go to the other side of the venue of the poetry festival, and then walk forward with steps.

While walking, he murmured to himself, "one two three four five..."

By the end of the ten steps, he had already come to Li Hongcheng.

"Your Highness." Guo Baokun saluted again, and then pointed to the place where he stood.

"Ten steps to this point, so far to write, loud praise, let everyone judge win or lose."

Guo Baokun is gesticulating in his hands, and his tone is very impassioned.

"All right." Fan Xian gave a feeble promise, holding his forehead in his hand. He didn't find the person he was looking for. Now he was very unhappy.

"Can I?" Guo Baokun asked Li Hongcheng, the son of King Jing.

Li Hongcheng seems to be very interested, nodded, hands Yang Yang praise way, "wonderful."

"How many poems can you two write? I just have to do one song to win

Fan Xian looks at Guo Baokun. He has so many Tang poems and Song poems in his mind. He doesn't directly crush them.

...........

Li Yi has been hiding and watching them. He knows that fan Xian will never lose this time.

No matter what poems Guo Baokun and he Zongwei do, fan Xian has a 100% chance of winning this time.

It wasn't Guo Baokun and he Zongwei who couldn't do it. It was fan Xian who had a ride alone.

With 5000 years of Chinese civilization in mind, Guo Baokun was not defeated by fan Xian.

But they lost to the 5000 year old civilization of China. If it is true, they will lose without shame.

After all, the other side is dead. How can we fight this war?

Li Yi just watched Guo Baokun and he Zongwei make two poems that are not so good. They are of average standard and not in the same tone.

But sometimes the most important thing about poetry is its conception and artistic conception. If you only care about the level and tone, it will be inferior.

Waiting for he Zongwei and Guo Baokun to finish their poems, they all look at fan Xian provocatively.

In their opinion, a villager may not know a few big words, how can he write poetry.

Fan Xian didn't care about their eyes. He went to the center of the poetry meeting alone and slowly wrote poems on the paper with a very awkward brush.

The wind is strong, the sky is high, the ape howls and mourns, and the white birds fly back.

Boundless falling trees, endless Yangtze River rolling.

Wan Li is often a guest in sad autumn, and has been ill for more than a hundred years.

It's hard to hate the heavy frost temples, and it's poor to stop the turbid wine cup.

"Two, I don't know fan's eyes when he ascends the mountain."

Fan Xian looks at Guo Baokun with a teasing look in his eyes. He doesn't regard him as a real opponent all the time.

Guo Baokun seems to him like a clown, but also like a fly buzzing in his ear.

Guo Baokun and he Zongwei are not fools. Naturally, we can see that fan Xian's poem is true.

Other people at the poetry meeting also heard the poem, and all of them were praising it for a moment,

Sad, clear, boundless, endless, thousands of miles, autumn, guest, a hundred years, disease, alone, Eternal Sorrow, all in a cup of wine! Good poetry, good poetry Li Hongcheng, the son of King Jing, exclaimed.

Basically, it's the end of today's fight. Fan Xian won anyway.

Li Yi walked slowly to the middle and said with a faint smile, "I heard this poem today, but I have a poem I want to share with brother fan."