On this day, not only the emperor, but also all the forces in the Southern Wei Dynasty found out all the details about Shen Yunfan in the Southern Wei Dynasty.
"That guy is just a refugee from the Central Plains, and he also spent three years in the capital prison?"
"It's no wonder that a street ruffian who can't live up to the standards of elegance is so arrogant and arrogant."
"Now the Prime Minister is fighting openly and secretly with Xu Shangshu and Cao Shilang. I heard that the Prime Minister has sent his family back to his hometown a long time ago. Now he has pulled an adopted son out of the prison. He is obviously serving as a substitute and a target for his biological son. The Prime Minister can How cautious!”
"There's nothing to be afraid of about a boy with no wealth. We should be careful about the Prime Minister."
After finding out the details of Shen Yunfan, everyone had guesses about Liu Cheng's actions today.
Of course, they didn't know how wrong they were.
After Xu Yan heard the news about Shen Yunfan at home, he came out of the house with a delicate woman in his arms, looking a little gloomy.
"Damn it, a guy pulled out of prison to be a body double dares to be so arrogant. I'm really angry!"
The woman said softly: "Don't be angry, sir. I heard that recently a talented man from the Central Plains came to South Street. He is known as the Ghost of Poetry. He set up a stage to challenge the literati of the Southern Wei Dynasty with poetry, and bet one or two silver coins at a time."
"I heard that many people have lost to him, and the Southern Wei Dynasty has lost all its face! My husband, you are very talented. Let's go there and have a look. You will definitely bring glory to the Southern Wei Dynasty."
Such a compliment made Xu Yan very happy.
"Okay, let's go!"
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Jingcheng South Street.
The little princess sat on the carriage and stared at Shen Yunfan next to her, with disgust on her face.
"So, the person you mentioned as a great poet is actually you?"
"That's right, doesn't it look like it?" Shen Yunfan spread his hands.
This time he came to help the little princess because he wanted to take the opportunity to get close to the royal family of the Southern Wei Dynasty.
"If you want to say that you are good at painting, I believe you." The little princess muttered, "But you didn't dare to compete with brother Xu Yan in poetry just now. Why do you say that you are good at writing poetry?"
"You can't judge a book by its cover, do you understand?"
"Okay, okay, I don't have time to find anyone else anyway." The little princess pouted and was very unhappy.
She has lost hundreds of taels of silver to Shigui recently, and has never won once. Although money is nothing to her, losing like this is mainly because she loses the face of Southern Wei!
That's why she asked several ministers to help her find talented people for help. She didn't expect that the fuss lasted for so long, and in the end she only brought over the idle Shen Yunfan.
Naturally she didn't have much hope.
But after thinking for a moment, she rolled her eyes and muttered: "Tell me, that poet ghost is so arrogant, will he agree to compete with you in painting?"
If it were a painting competition, using one's own strengths to attack others' weaknesses, wouldn't Shen Yunfan have a chance of winning? The little princess suddenly felt hopeful and quickly got out of the car and entered the small courtyard next to it.
In the yard, a man wearing a green cloth and a bamboo hat was playing chess alone. When he heard someone coming in, he said without raising his head: "One or two pieces of silver at a time. Let's place a bet and start playing poems."
The little princess slapped a silver ingot on the table and said, "Shigui, ten taels of silver, how about a painting competition with my people?"
"Painting is not my specialty." Shigui looked up at Shen Yunfan who came in from outside, and said calmly: "However, it can be compared."
Shi Gui is really arrogant.
Seeing that he agreed, the little princess was overjoyed!
After Shen Yunfan entered the door, he raised his eyebrows when he saw the so-called poetry ghost's dress.
This is clearly the dress of Zhao Guoren.
After hesitating for a moment, Shen Yunfan wanted to find out the details of this person, so he glanced at the little princess and said, "Looking at how happy you are, I still don't believe that this poetry ghost is really that powerful. Today I have to write poetry!"
"you……"
"Come on, come on, come up with a question." Shen Yunfan stepped forward, not giving the little princess a chance to speak.
The little princess was almost stunned. Previously, when she was asked to write poems in the palace, he insisted on painting. Now when he was asked to paint, he insisted on writing poems.
Why does this guy love to contradict others so much?
How could he win if he wrote poetry?
The little princess turned around and went out, got on the carriage angrily and left. However, after walking not far, she asked the coachman to stop and waited at the corner.
"If that guy loses, I'll ask him to give me the money!"
The angry little princess didn't notice at all that not far away, Xu Yan walked into the courtyard with his concubine.
Xu Yan was having fun with his concubine, but when he walked in and saw Shen Yunfan, his face suddenly darkened.
The ghost lingers!
"Why are you here?"
"I'll compare the poems." Shen Yunfan glanced behind him, "Brother Xu, what a coincidence."
"It's really a coincidence." Xu Yan's face was full of sarcasm: "Now you dare to compete with others in poetry? Why don't you compete in painting with poetry ghosts?"
"They did mention painting just now. Is this young master very good at painting?" Shigui asked.
"Hahahaha!" Xu Yan burst out laughing when he heard this, "Brother Shen, I didn't expect you to play that trick with everyone. Competing with poetry ghosts in painting, are you afraid that you will lose? You are so shameless, Xu admires you!"
"Stop talking when you are defeated." Shen Yunfan was too lazy to talk nonsense to Xu Yan, "Mr. Shigui, let's get started."
"You..." Xu Yan looked gloomy.
"My husband, it's just that he is in trouble." The concubine next to him comforted him.
Xu Yan nodded and then said nothing.
Shigui said calmly: "Since it's ten taels of silver, then you can come up with the question."
"Okay, I see that the calluses on my brother's lips must have been tempered on the battlefield..." Shen Yunfan took a step forward.
When Shi Gui heard this, he hid his hands in his sleeves and looked a little unnatural.
This movement just revealed the waistband hanging on his waist, with the word "grandson" written on it.
A smile appeared at the corner of Shen Yunfan's lips. He had already guessed the identity of this person, so he continued: "How about we use the battlefield as the theme and compose a heroic poem?"
"Okay." Shigui nodded, "You tell me first, and I'll do the right thing."
"I'm afraid you won't be right if I say it."
"It's impossible, just say it." Shigui snorted and shook his head.
The boy in front of him is too arrogant. He Shigui has been in Southern Wei for so many days, and he has never lost a game. Most of the people who challenge him are vulnerable to a blow.
"This small and peaceful country still lacks atmosphere after all, and can only breed such willful frogs in the well." Shigui said to himself.