Chapter 155 Competition

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is right. Since literati want to fight, they should naturally respond with poetry." He Zongwei saw that Li Hongcheng had already taken a seat, and then he spoke.

"What's the comparison? You'll definitely lose!" Fan Xian said with 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 reached out 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 with his teeth. The sight of eating them made people salivate.

"You are really like a toad yawning, you have such a loud tone!" He Zongwei looked angry and couldn't stand Fan Xian's arrogance.

"Hey!" Fan Xian looked impatient. As Fan Xian, who has a whole world of poetry behind him to rely on, not to mention He Zongwei, even if Li Bai was reborn, he would definitely lose in a poetry competition with him. After all, one requires thinking and inspiration, while the other just needs to be recited.

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

"Mr. Fan, if you don't dare to compete with me, I won't bother you. Just kneel down and admit your mistake!" He Zongwei thought he was sure to win. After all, as a famous talent in Kyoto, he was very fond of his own poetry. There is still some confidence, and Fan Xian, as a country bumpkin who just came to Kyoto from Danzhou, knows what poetry is.

Guo Baokun looked at He Zongwei who kept spouting nonsense, put his hand on his forehead, and couldn't help but feel sorry for He Zongwei. This unlucky child, who was on the same side as him in his original trajectory, was treated miserably by Fan Xian, and sent Fan Xian to the throne of the Poet. Now that he is no longer involved, he is still fighting with Fan Xian. It seems that he will inevitably become a stepping stone for Fan Xian to become famous. He has the most dedicated background.

"Didn't I tell you already? You will definitely lose!" Fan Xian chewed some candied fruit with a look of disdain on his face and rolled his eyes.

"That's ridiculous, who do you think you are, everyone in the poetry world?" He Zongwei satirized Fan Xian.

"Okay, how do you compare?" Fan Xian was very disappointed when he didn't find his chicken leg girl. He was also upset because of Guo Baokun's incident. Now he looked at He Zongwei who kept provoking him, and finally couldn't suppress the anger in his heart. , directly asked He Zongwei to tell him how to compare, wanting to vent all his worries on He Zongwei.

"Well, why haven't I thought about this competition yet?" He Zongwei didn't think that much at the moment, just because he couldn't stand that Fan Xian was too vulgar and rude and offended the ladies present. He completely ignored the protection of men and women. Regardless of etiquette, he was so angry that he kept causing trouble for Fan Xian.

"Hey! If you haven't thought about it, don't keep chirping like a crow to annoy me!" Fan Xian sneered disdainfully and threw the candied fruit in his hand into his mouth. Maybe it was too sweet, so he quickly removed the purple sand on the table. He picked up the pot and poured tea into his mouth directly from the purple clay pot.

"You are extremely rude and vulgar!" He Zongwei's tongue was no match for Fan Xian's. Fan Xian's face turned red with anger, but he didn't know how to retaliate.

"I have an idea. I wonder if you two 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!" Li Hongcheng saw Guo Baokun speaking and immediately asked him to continue.

"I see that although this side hall is not big, there are about ten steps between the door and the Crown Prince's seat. Why don't we let these two people walk to the Crown Prince's seat from the door and write within ten steps, and say loudly After the poems written by the two people are recited, everyone will comment on the poems written by the two people and decide the winner. This can not only show their literary rest and their quick wit, but everyone here can also participate in it. What do the prince and you two think?" Guo Baokun looked at Fan Xian and He Zongwei with a smile. In his previous life, Cao Zhi was able to write a poem in seven steps. This time he had a problem that he could write a poem in ten steps. For Fan Xian, he was definitely in the limelight. It's a good opportunity, and because Fan Xian knows Cao Zhi's allusion, he will definitely be more interested.

"Okay, interesting, it is indeed a good idea!" Li Hongcheng clapped his thigh with his hand, feeling very interested in this idea. There had never been such a grand event in the previous poetry meeting. If the two of them can really be within ten steps, Writing good poems will definitely make this poetry meeting famous, and it will also be of great benefit to Prince Jing's palace.

"It's indeed a good idea!"

"This time I came to the right place!"

“But can anyone really write a good poem in ten steps?”

Everyone in the poetry club was talking a lot, and they were excited about this competition method, but they were also a little worried. After all, it is extremely difficult 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, I won't lose anyway!" Fan Xian also became interested as expected. 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. Whoever loses just apologizes to the other party and says congratulations. It's not an embarrassment!" Guo Baokun continued to suggest.

"Isn't the lottery too thin?" He Zongwei was a little dissatisfied. He couldn't stand what Fan Xian was doing and wanted to teach Fan Xian a profound lesson.

"How about this, what if I lose and stop writing poems from now on?" 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 I lose, I will never write poetry again!" He Zongwei immediately made the same promise as Fan Xian.

"You're really looking for death. Forget it, let's help him!" Guo Baokun looked at the stupid He Zongwei and scratched his head. Although He Zongwei had been quarreling with Fan Xian, he did nothing wrong. It was indeed Fan Xian who was rude first. He spoke uprightly, but this kid was rushing to die for making such a promise. Fan Xian was of a prominent background, and he had a group of middle-aged men eager to become a father. He could stop writing poetry without affecting his own future. He Zongwei, a talented man from a commoner background, still relied on the Poetry Association to expand his talent and reputation, and he would also need to compose poems for the imperial examinations in the future. If he stopped composing poems, his future prospects would be cut off.

"Today's poetry club is supposed to use poetry to connect friends. If we bet like this, it would be against the original intention!" Guo Baokun stopped the two of them from betting. He really couldn't bear to see He Zongwei commit such a big fight, and as far as he was concerned, In fact, it was Fan Xian who lost. After all, he was an imposter, a copycat of a second-rate dealer. And He Zongwei is truly talented, but he can't prove it.