Chapter 156 Poetry Fight

"This!" He Zongwei was a little embarrassed. He thought that Guo Baokun was trying to protect Fan Xian. After all, everyone knew that Guo Baokun and Fan Ruoruo were engaged, so Fan Xian was Guo Baokun's future wife and brother, and it was human nature to be partial.

"Mr. He, how about you give me some face?" Guo Baokun looked at He Zongwei, who didn't know the heart of a good person. He was not angry, but hoped that he could give him this face.

"Just follow what Mr. Guo said!" He Zongwei still gave in. After all, Guo Baokun is different from Fan Xian. He is now a fourth-rank official in the imperial court, and he works in the Hanlin Academy and works in the imperial study. Anyone with a discerning eye knows that this is The celebrity whom Your Majesty appreciates cannot afford to offend.

"You're lucky, you should be lucky to have escaped. Forget it, just think that I gave Guo Baokun some face!" Fan Xian looked at He Zongwei, who was still a little aggrieved, with a look on his face that said you were lucky, and said something like He said to He Zongwei in a dismissive tone.

"You!" He Zongwei was so angry at Fan Xian's words that his body trembled. He was so angry that he couldn't contain it.

"It seems that Fan Xian has some opinions about me!" Guo Baokun heard Fan Xian call him by his first name. It was completely different from calling him brother Guo or Mr. Guo before. It seemed that he knew the past grudges between himself and Teng Zijing, so he thought You need to draw boundaries with yourself to avoid being in a dilemma later.

"Brother, I really have a problem with Guo Baokun!" Fan Ruoruo also heard the anger in Fan Xian's tone. It was clear that Fan Xian had estrangement and opinions towards Guo Baokun. The original smile on his face suddenly froze. She didn't know what to do. At a loss, no choice.

Li Hongcheng ordered his servants to move a desk in front of his seat and put pens, inks, paper and inkstones on them. After the arrangement was completed, the servants slowly left.

"Since it has been agreed, which one of you will come first?" Seeing that the two of them had reached an agreement, Li Hongcheng asked the two of them who would start writing poetry first.

"I'll come first!" He Zongwei stood up directly and came to the door of the side hall. He really couldn't bear to teach Fan Xian a lesson and was not willing to wait for a moment. After knowing, writing will mean more time. After careful consideration, He Zongwei gained the upper hand, but He Zongwei gave up completely. It seemed that he really couldn't bear Fan Xian anymore.

He Zongwei walked forward, one step, two steps. He walked exactly ten steps in front of Li Hongcheng. He immediately came to the desk, dipped his pen in ink, and started writing on the rice paper with flying colors.

"Looking east to the bank of clouds and sky, wearing white clothes and stepping on the frost and cold, there is no way to see me alone and seeing each other from afar, there are green mountains."

He Zongwei put down his pen and ink and then stood up and read loudly. Everyone present applauded. They understood He Zongwei's talent. He could turn into a poem within ten steps in an instant. Moreover, this poem was considered a first-class poem. It was indeed worthy of the talent of Kyoto. The name.

"He is quite talented, and he doesn't seem to be a person who has gained fame in vain!" Fan Xian was a little surprised. He didn't expect He Zongwei to have such a talent. You must know that writing a poem in ten steps may seem simple, but it is actually very difficult. Otherwise, Cao Zhi would not have been the only one to start in his previous life. The poem has been circulated as a good story and allusion. Who is Cao Zhi? He is a great talent that Xie Lingyun said has a unique talent in the world.

"But it's bad luck for you to meet me!" Fan Xian said secretly in his heart. He was just thinking about it. He had the best poems in five thousand years of history in his mind, so how could he possibly say that.

"Mr. Fan, it's your turn to write poetry, please move on!" He Zongwei was very satisfied with his work and performance. He thought he was sure of victory, so he continued to force Fan Xian to start quickly.

"What's the rush? There's no need to be in such a hurry to reincarnate!" Fan Xian put the last piece of candied fruit on the table into his mouth, took a sip of water from the purple clay pot, and then slowly stood up without looking towards him. Walk towards the door.

"Master Fan, are you too nervous? The door is behind you!" He Zongwei reminded.

"The door is too far away. It's a waste of everyone's time. I'd better just write!" After saying that, Fan Xian walked directly to the desk in the middle and sat down. He picked up the pen and started composing poetry.

"Mr. Fan, ten steps to a poem is no longer a consideration!" He Zongwei confirmed to Fan Xian again.

"No need, I haven't found anyone, I'm in a bad mood, I don't have time to talk to you!" Fan Xian's words made He Zongwei feel aggrieved, but he didn't know how to refute.

"The wind is strong and the sky is high, the apes are whistling in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sands of Nagisa. The endless fallen trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in. The sad autumn of thousands of miles is often a guest, and a hundred years of illness is on the stage alone. Difficulties and hardships hate the frost on the temples, and the downturn has stopped. Dirty wine glass."

After Fan Xian finished writing, he threw away the fine wolf brush in his hand. Ink dots splashed out from the brush and scattered on the white paper, leaving a black dot.

"I've finished writing, Mr. He. You can write whatever you want. As long as you can write a good poem like this, I will definitely admit defeat and you will win!" Fan Xian pointed to the word "Deng Gao" on the paper with a proud look on his face. , said to He Zongwei.

He Zongwei looked at the poem in front of him and knew that he had failed miserably. He would never be able to write a poem with more depth than this poem in his life. "I lost, I lost completely!"

When He Zongwei was feeling disappointed, he couldn't help but feel a little lucky. Thanks to Guo Baokun who had just changed the gambling prize into an apology, otherwise he would have had no future in his life. Thinking of this, he cast a grateful look at Guo Baokun who was still sitting in his seat.

Guo Baokun did not crowd around to appreciate the poem "Deng Gao" like others. He just sipped the tea carefully in his seat. It seems that Prince Jing's Mansion still has a lot of good things. This tea is the latest tribute tea this year. , even in the palace, there were not many. Emperor Qing actually rewarded King Jing with some, which was really a great deal to King Jing.

Feeling He Zongwei's gaze, Guo Baokun just raised the tea cup in his hand, signaled to He Zongwei, and ignored it.

"This poem "Ascending to the Highest Level" is known as the best seven-character rhyme in ancient and modern times. He Zongwei will never write a better poem than this in his life!" Fan Xian turned around and walked out of the crowd, feeling secretly proud in his heart. He knew he had won. He would not I believe He Zongwei can write better poems than this.

Everyone gave way to Fan Xian. Fan Xian walked out of the crowd step by step. Just as he reached the door, he suddenly felt a discomfort in his stomach. It seemed that he had been too greedy just now, had too much tea, and had a stomachache. He turned around again. Asked Li Hongcheng, "Where is the toilet?"

"Backyard!" Li Hongcheng was still immersed in poetry and answered Fan Xian's question in a daze.

"Over there?" Fan Xian continued to ask.

"This way!" Li Hongcheng pointed behind him and said.

"Take care of my sister!" Fan Xian walked towards the crowd again and warned Teng Zijing before walking into the backyard.

"Okay!" Teng Zijing responded.

"What a poem, what a poem!" Everyone praised the poem and nodded.

"Boring!" Guo Baokun looked at the somewhat crazy crowd and couldn't stand the compliments they gave Fan Xian. He stood up and walked towards the backyard helplessly.