"Are you sure you want to compete with me?"

Pei Yun stood up and spoke.

"Do you dare?" Xie Chen's eyes were burning and he looked confident.

Pei Yun smiled and said, "Why not? But what if you lose?"

“I can’t lose.”

"That's what you just said."

Xie Chen's face flushed, "If I really lose to you in poetry, I will call you teacher and avoid you from now on."

When these words were spoken, everyone was shocked.

Calling Pei Yun "Teacher" with the identity of Xie Chen would elevate Pei Yun's status. The identity of Teacher Xie Chen is much more glorious than that of a small thousand households.

It seemed that Xie Chen was really angry and even said such words. However, everyone knew that Xie Chen would not lose, so it was impossible for them to call Pei Yun teacher.

Pei Yun shook his head and said, "There's no point in calling me teacher. I don't even want to be your teacher."

"Then what do you want?" Seeing Pei Yun shaking his head, Xie Chen was afraid that the other party would not compete. He planned to agree to whatever Pei Yun asked, because he would not lose anyway.

"It costs extra money."

Pei Yun spoke.

Everyone was speechless. Poetry contest is an elegant thing, why do you link it with money? It's so full of copper smell and so vulgar.

Pei Yun doesn’t care what these people think. I just want money. What’s wrong with that?

Especially with Leng Qingqiu, a foodie, Pei Yun felt that he had to make more money. This martial artist just ate a lot. He originally only bought one portion of chicken feet for Leng Qingqiu, but after eating one, he asked for another and ate a total of ten portions.

This made Pei Yun speechless. Could a second-rate expert be so gluttonous? He didn't even gain weight.

There is no shame in making money in an honest way.

Xie Chen did not expect Pei Yun to make such a request, and he looked down on Pei Yun even more. No wonder he had a different view on business. This was clearly profiteering.

He said, "Okay, add more money. If I lose, I will give you ten thousand taels of silver, but if you lose, you must kneel down and kowtow to me."

He did not mention Leng Qingqiu this time, mainly because he felt that if he won, Xiao Zhiruo might be impressed by him. It would be inappropriate to target Leng Qingqiu at this time.

Pei Yun smiled slightly, "It's a deal."

Xie Zhaoyun had a bad feeling when he saw Pei Yun's smile. He always felt that Pei Yun seemed to be confident. But when he thought of his brother's talent, he could only suppress the uneasiness in his heart.

Xie Chen picked up the wine jug, tilted the spout, and the wine immediately fell into his mouth in a line.

Looking heroic and free and easy, everyone was excited. Knowing that Xie Chen was going to compose a poem, they couldn't help but listen attentively. To be honest, although they couldn't stand Xie Chen's arrogance due to his family background, they had to admit that he was indeed very talented.

How high is it? Probably as high as three or four floors.

Anyway, the nobles present could not compare with him, especially when it came to composing poems quickly, which was Xie Chen's strong point. At this moment, he put down the wine pot and shouted, "Bring me paper and pen."

The palace steward immediately brought paper and pen, and also gave Pei Yun a copy.

Pei Yun was a little confused. He couldn't write calligraphy. It's not that he couldn't write, it's just that his calligraphy was very ugly. Besides, there were no simplified Chinese characters in this era, so it was even more troublesome for him to write traditional Chinese characters.

Xie Chen picked up the pen and started writing, his pen moving quickly without a single pause.

The theme of lovesickness was too simple for him. He had no idea how many poems of this kind he had written before. When Xiao Zhiruo asked the question, countless verses popped up in his mind.

Of course, he would not use his previous poems, as those poems had been read by the nobles present, and perhaps Xiao Zhiruo had also read them, so he wanted to compose one on the spot to let everyone know his talent.

Knowing that Xie Chenke can compose good poems in an instant.

On the other hand, although Pei Yun was also writing, he kept stopping and starting, as if he was constipated and couldn't write anything. The difference was obvious.

When many nobles saw this scene, they relaxed their expressions, knowing that Xie Chen was sure to win. They also didn't want to see Xie Chen get slapped in the face again. After all, Xie Chen was a noble, and they were also nobles.

To some extent, Xie Chen also represents them.

Tonight, Pei Yun stole the spotlight for both of Xiao Zhiruo's questions, which made the other nobles a little angry. If Pei Yun was a noble like them, they probably wouldn't feel so aggrieved.

But the other party was just a small thousand households and was a bandit before. The answers to the two questions satisfied Xiao Zhiruo and made these nobles feel that they were not as good as the bandits.

Therefore, they all wanted to vent their anger, and now Xie Chen was finally going to crush Pei Yun.

Yuan Zheng stretched his head to look at the poem written by Pei Yun. The handwriting was so crooked that it looked like a crawling earthworm. He couldn't understand what Pei Yun had written, but he knew that Pei Yun had lost this round.

You will be asked to kneel down and kowtow, which is too hurtful to your self-esteem. I couldn't help but shake my head. You can't write poems, so why make a bet with others? You agree to it just by being provoked. You are still too young.

You have already won two questions, and the princess has also said that she wants to enjoy the beauty of the moon with you, so why are you still paying attention to her provocation?

Now it’s all right, you have to kowtow.

Xiao Zhiruo also frowned slightly, a little nervous. To be honest, she was extremely curious about Pei Yun. The answers to the two questions touched her heart, especially the second question about Ding Man Strategy. She knew it was feasible just by looking at Xiao Cheng's expression. This would help her father solve a big problem.

If Pei Yun lost this question and had to kneel and kowtow, she would find it hard to accept it, but now the competition had begun and she couldn't stop it.

"It's done."

At this moment, Xie Chen put down his brush, feeling very proud and arrogant. Seeing Pei Yun was still writing, the sneer on his face deepened. He said, "Even if you study for another ten years, you can't compare with me in writing poetry."

Everyone was shocked. This was too fast. From picking up the pen to finishing, some people hadn't even finished the wine in their glass before the poem was finished.

"Jingxuan, please read it to everyone."

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