Chapter 157 Confrontation

"Old Poet Saint, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, they are too arrogant, so I used your poem to teach them a lesson!" As soon as Fan Xian walked out of the side hall, he kept clasping his hands and looking up. Sky, still bent over and staggering due to abdominal discomfort. He kept apologizing.

"Mr. Fan, you are indeed very talented in literature and art. I am the loser. But I still want to say something. Literary men should meditate and not be rude. Being rude will not stand in the world!" He Zongwei saw that Fan Xian was out. The poetry club came towards the backyard and quickly chased it out, fulfilling their promise and admitting defeat to Fan Xian. However, although He Zongwei lost the competition, it did not mean that Fan Xian did the right thing. He barged directly into the women's seat and ignored etiquette. , if you say it sounds good, you are informal, if you say it doesn’t sound good, it means being a hooligan.

"Okay, you've already lost, so don't bother me anymore!" Fan Xian covered his abdomen with both hands and impatiently sent He Zongwei away to stop nagging.

"Hmph!" He Zongwei threw away his sleeves angrily and left, entering the side hall again.

"I've met Mr. Guo!" He Zongwei happened to bump into Guo Baokun who was about to come out for a quiet moment, and quickly bowed and saluted.

"Master He, what's going on?" Guo Baokun looked at He Zongwei, who was obviously still angry, and asked with concern.

"It's not Fan Xian. Forget it!" He Zongwei was about to complain about Fan Xian, but suddenly thought of the relationship between Fan Xian and Guo Baokun, and quickly shut his mouth again. An angry look on his face.

"I would also like to thank Mr. Guo for his previous suggestion, which allowed Zong Wei to avoid disaster and not ruin his future!" He Zongwei thanked Guo Baokun for the previous lottery and bowed deeply.

"It's just a trivial matter. You are different from Fan Xian. He comes from a powerful family and can directly enter the officialdom with the help of his father's protection. But you are different. The purpose of ten years of hard work is to enter the officialdom through the imperial examination, so in the future you must not act out of anger. Put your future on the line to avoid regrets in the future." Guo Baokun looked at the frightened He Zongwei and advised him a few words again.

"Thank you, Mr. Guo, for your teaching!" He Zongwei nodded repeatedly. This time he really taught him a lesson that he would never forget.

"One more thing, you have to remember that Fan Xian and you are not on the same journey, and there is no need to abide by the rules you follow, so there is no need to be angry because he is rude. You two will probably not interact with each other in the future, so there is no need to be angry! "Guo Baokun thought about He Zongwei's anger just now, and directly told He Zongwei clearly, telling him not to provoke Fan Xian in the future, so as not to suffer losses.

"Yes, thank you Mr. Guo for the advice!" He Zongwei knew that Guo Baokun said this to give him some guidance to avoid falling into it.

"Let's go, I hope to hear the good news about your title on the gold list in the future!" Guo Baokun waved his hand, indicating that He Zongwei could leave.

"Zong Wei, please retire!" He Zongwei looked uplifted and took great advantage of Guo Baokun's encouragement, and slowly turned around and left.

After using the toilet, Fan Xian wandered in the corridor to see what the backyard of the palace looked like. Suddenly he heard a gust of wind coming from behind, with a vague edge piercing towards his junior, and he immediately knew that someone was attacking him.

Fan Xian immediately turned around and saw a swordsman holding a sharp sword flying into the air and stabbing him quickly. He quickly reached out to hold the opponent's right hand and waved it to the right, causing the opponent to spin around in the air. He immediately raised his leg and kicked the opponent.

The swordsman had just landed, and he hurriedly blocked his sword in front of him, and forcefully received Fan Xian's kick. The powerful and domineering Qi directly caused the swordsman to retreat quickly back, a full four to five meters before he stopped. The sharp sword in his hand was immediately raised, and he was about to strike again at Fan Xian.

"Stop, let him in!" A young master's voice sounded at this time. The swordsman quickly sheathed the sword in his hand, turned his body, and got out of the way. This young master and swordsman are none other than the second prince Li Chengze and his bodyguard Xie Bian. Since Xie Bian was taught a lesson by Guo Baokun two years ago, it took him half a year to maintain his ninth-level skills, but he wanted to Going further is simply impossible.

"Why should I go in?" Fan Xian asked unconvincedly. He was strolling around the palace for a while, but was attacked from behind with a sword. If his skills weren't decent, he would have died. This would be a direct sentence. I just want to let myself in. Who is this person? He has such a big air and I don't want to buy it.

"Then you go back!" The second prince Li Chengze turned his back to Fan Xian and did not get angry at Fan Xian's rude words. He just continued.

Who is Fan Xian and what kind of personality is he? He is purely a donkey. I will do whatever you want me to do or not. I will not do what you ask me to do, so Fan Xian walked over to Xie Bi'an. , walked towards the second prince.

"Fan Xian!" The second prince Li Chengze then turned to look at Fan Xian.

"Do you know me?" Fan Xian looked at the slightly elegant young man in front of him. His left eye was covered by a strand of long hair. He looked a bit unruly, not bound by vulgar etiquette, and could be regarded as a handsome man among men.

"The prince regards you as my enemy, so I will naturally keep your name in mind." Li Chengze crossed his arms with a defiant look on his face.

"Who are you?" Since arriving in Kyoto, Fan Xian has found that everyone knows him, but he doesn't know anyone. This feeling of being like a blind person is really disgusting.

"Three chances!" Li Chengze crossed his arms and walked to the desk, squatting directly on the seat, playing his arms with his fingers. He did not answer Fan Xian's question directly, but let Fan Xian guess his identity.

"Second prince!" Looking at his attitude towards the prince just now, Fan Xian could only think that he was the prince, and the one who was fighting the most fiercely openly and secretly with the prince now was the second prince Li Chengze, so he revealed the identity of the second prince at a glance.

"So smart!" Li Chengze marveled at Fan Xian's wit.

"Your Highness, what do you want from me?" Fan Xian looked at the second prince and asked directly.

"You are the person that the prince hates and hates, and the prince and I have some differences, so..." The second prince looked at Fan Xian, observing Fan Xian's reaction and expression.

"The second prince wants to win over me?" Fan Xian directly followed the words of the second prince Li Chengze.

"Kill you!" The second prince's expression changed and he stared at Fan Xian fiercely, clenching his teeth tightly.

"Use your body as a gift to the prince so that my two brothers can get back together." The words from the second prince's mouth were like a sharp sword piercing Fan Xian.

Fan Xian didn't care at all about the second prince's threat. He took two steps forward, put his hand on the desk, stretched his head in front of the second prince, and said with a calm face, "Why don't you take a guess, second prince? Which one is faster, his sword or my hands, will catch you first!"

Fan Xian and the second prince stared at each other across the desk, motionless, their expressions full of solemnity.

When Xie Bian saw Fan Xian threatening the second prince, he drew his sword and rushed towards Fan Xian.

The sharp sword was directly placed on Fan Xian's neck, cutting off a strand of long hair. The sword was so fast that Fan Xian was captured without even reacting.