trustee of the gods

Li Yi wasn't trying to gain some so-called reputation for himself. His main purpose of coming here today was to get to know Fan Xian.

Fan Xian, who doesn't know if he can be considered as a time traveler, you say he came from time travel, the time he travels is pushed back several hundred years.

If you want to say that he didn't time travel, it's not too different from Li Yi's era.

More importantly, Fan Xian's time travel in the original book seems to be secretly planned by someone, an experiment that freezes people's consciousness and then unfreezes it.

Fan Xian was the only successful subject in this experiment.

Li Yi sat alone at a table, he had no intention or plan to make friends with these scholars.

Naturally, I hid early and picked something to eat.

I have to say that Li Hongcheng, Prince Jing's son, was really aggressive in his attack. You must know that it is already the beginning of spring at this time.

However, Li Hongcheng didn't know where to get summer grapes. You must know that there are no greenhouses in this era, and there are no out-of-season fruits.

The grapes are estimated to have been stored in the ice cellar last year.

One hundred bunches of grapes were put in, and now one whole bunch can be found inside, which is considered good luck.

Li Hongcheng was able to put a bunch of intact grapes on these dozens of tables, among other things, this skill is really magnificent.

Li Yi didn't eat it at all. To be honest, the grape tasted really bad at all, with a smell of wine fermented for a long time.

In any case, it has been stored for a long time, even if the preservation process is excellent.

In this era, the ability to eat grapes in this world is completely unimaginable to ordinary people, and it is regarded as a luxury.

Li Yiqu still didn't want to eat it, because it didn't taste good.

I didn't have much lack of fruit to eat in the mountains before. Although this grape is quite precious in the eyes of others, it is already a delicacy.

For Li Yi, he really didn't care much at all, he didn't even look at it, and looked for a corner by himself.

Pour a glass of alcohol, the alcohol content is not very high, and it is impossible to tell what kind of wine it is.

Tasting alone there.

It's not that this world doesn't have strong, high-grade baijiu, but these scholars think that the barbarians in the Northern Qi Dynasty drink it, and they don't even bother to drink this kind of liquor.

Li Yi tasted the wine in the glass alone, while listening to many people talking about poetry in his ears.

He didn't listen carefully, but only listened to a few sentences vaguely, like "Leizhou Road in the dream, and I came here again. It must be because the mountain people charge high prices, and sometimes laugh at themselves..." and "wine glass" Concentrated, a gourd drunk with wine, a gourd of wine heavy with flowers..." and "Dongyi's characters are all scattered, Lai Yousi is still old..."

There was nothing else besides that, Li Yi slowly watched Fan Xian walk in.

The first moment I saw Fan Xian, I became more certain that I had traveled into the world of TV dramas.

Standing next to Fan Xian should be his sister Fan Ruoruo, the number one talented woman in Kyoto is really extraordinary.

She looks pretty and elegant, with a bookish air about her, and a bit of playfulness that belongs to a [-]-year-old girl.

After Fan Xian came in, it seemed that he had a purpose. As soon as he sat down on the table, he began to shake his head and observe the surrounding situation.

As long as you pay a little attention, you can find that his eyes have been fixed on Fan Ruoruo and the others, all of which are places where girls in the boudoir are waiting to sit.

Li Yi not only shook his head and laughed when he saw it, but this Fan Xian still hasn't forgotten to look for his so-called dick-legged girl.

I don't know if he really likes her, or if he is just greedy for her body.

On the other side, Guo Baokun, who was sitting next to Fan Xian, found out that Fan Xian had pretended not to see him for a long time after he came in, and he was not happy at the moment.

In fact, Fan Xian did not observe him at all after he came in for a long time.

Fan Xian watched for a long time but still couldn't get a glimpse of Lushan's true face.

The distance between him and Fan Ruoruo and the others was far away, and the places that belonged to those girls were covered with a veil so that no one could see the situation inside.

Fan Xian sat for a long time, but still couldn't see it. He threw the wine glass on the table a little angrily, and got up abruptly.

The moment Fan Xian stood up, Guo Baokun, who was sitting next to him, immediately stood up, and the two faced each other.

Guo Baokun stared at Fan Xian with provocation and ridicule on his face. He naturally didn't like this guy who made himself look ugly and was an illegitimate child, "You really dare to come, you really are not afraid of making a fool of yourself."

Fan Xian didn't even look at him, he just waved him aside and walked forward to take a closer look at the faces of those girls.

Guo Baokun found himself frozen for two seconds after being pushed away by Fan Xian, and he couldn't react for a while.

Watching Fan Xian leave, he walked forward quickly.

"Do you think you can hide by turning a deaf ear?"

Fan Xian didn't even look at him, but threw him aside again.

At this time, other scholars also noticed the actions of Guo Baokun and Fan Xian, and immediately discussed them.

Guo Baokun touched his face, he didn't know what to do for a while.

When he gets along with people on weekdays, he pays great attention to etiquette and demeanor.

Where have I seen a person like Fan Xian, suddenly a little confused, not knowing what to do.

Li Yi watched from the side, and felt that Guo Baokun was really a little silly and cute.

Fan Xian broke into the place where Fan Ruoruo and the others were, and many women around began to whisper why a man broke in.

Fan Xian lowered his head and looked left and right, with a very serious expression on his face. He really wanted to find the chicken-legged girl he met in the temple that day.

After Fan Xian met the other party, he had already made up his mind to decide his life, no matter what, it was her.

No one can make themselves change, and no one can make themselves change.

Fan Xian wanted to see it, but how could those girls in the boudoir be willing, many of them covered their cheeks with their large sleeves.

He didn't reveal his real appearance to Fan Xian at all.

To be honest, what Fan Xian did was really quite rude.

After all, at present, the feudalism of etiquette and law in this era is still relatively serious.

Fan Xianzai checked it carefully twice, and found that he didn't find the person he was looking for at all. He walked up to Fan Ruoruo and said softly, "No!"

Chapter 124 Fighting Poetry

Fan Ruoruo was also taken aback, and turned around to look around.

You have to know that all the girls from every household in the capital are here today, but who exactly does my brother know but I can't find it.

Fan Xian followed the gaze of his younger sister Fan Ruoruo, and scanned the girls again.

Still not finding the person he was looking for, he opened the curtain and went outside, wanting to search more carefully.

"People are born in the world because of propriety. A gentleman can have no fancy clothes. But he can't be rude."

Fan Xian took a look at him. He really didn't remember knowing this person, so he asked with a hint of doubt, "Who are you?"

He Zongwei was obviously taken aback, and then felt a little offended in his heart. This Fan Xian had only met him yesterday, and he pretended not to know him today.

But in order to maintain his self-cultivation and demeanor, at least on the surface, He Zongwei didn't seem to be angry.

"He Zongwei, I met Mr. Fan yesterday when I was in Yishiju."

"Are all the girls here?"

He Zongwei was at a loss when he heard Fan Xian's question, he was a little confused.

"There's nothing else." Fan Xian pointed to the girls sitting on the side and asked.

"Fan Xian, why are you so vulgar?" Guo Baokun stepped forward and scolded in a low voice.

"You two, please calm down. Since it is a poetry club, it is better to meet friends through poetry."

Prince Jing's son Li Hongcheng walked slowly towards Fan Xian and the others while talking.

After Guo Baokun and Guo Baokun saw it, they immediately bowed down and saluted, while Fan Xian stood up straight and remained unmoved.

Li Hongcheng was not angry when he saw his behavior like this, but admired in his heart that this Fan Xian really had a bit of a literati character.

Fan Xian and Li Hongcheng approached him with a happy face and asked, "My lord, do you know a girl who likes to hold chicken legs?"

After Li Hongcheng heard it, he was obviously stunned. Even though he was the heir of Prince Jing, he greeted and sent him off on weekdays, and his experience in human relations and conversation was extraordinary.

When asked by Fan Xian for no reason, he didn't know what to say at the moment.

He could only follow Fan Xian's words, "Would you like to take it? What?"

"Chicken legs!" Fan Xian looked at Li Hongcheng and explained to the other party. Seeing that Li Hongcheng seemed to be a little ignorant, he immediately added, "It's the chicken legs."

Li Hongcheng opened and closed his mouth, and then seemed to react instantly, and he suddenly realized, "Drumsticks, I will prepare them at lunch."

He really didn't think that Fan Xian would be hungry at this time, and then he thought that he might be an illegitimate child.

Li Hongcheng instantly imagined the vicious stepmother bullying Fan Xian, even refusing to give him food.

Fan Xian wanted to ask again, but Li Hongcheng didn't give him this chance. Looking at the scholars around him, he said loudly, "Everyone, take your seats first."

Then he stopped caring about the other person, and walked towards the main table on his own, thinking in his mind whether the Fan family's family had been feuding recently, and Fan Xian, as an illegitimate child, had fallen to this point.

It shouldn't be so, right? Li Hongcheng felt that Fan Xian didn't seem to have fallen to this level either!

Guo Baokun looked at Li Hongcheng who was already seated, poked his head out, and then said, "What His Royal Highness said is that since it is a competition between literati, they should be opposed by poetry."

Fan Xian looked impatient, cast a nonchalant glance at Guo Baokun, grabbed the dried fruit on the table and ate two.

"What is there to compare, you will definitely lose!"

Guo Baokun looked at Fan Xian disdainfully, "What a big tone, Fan Xian, if you don't dare to compare with me, I won't make it difficult for you, just kneel down and admit your mistake."

"Didn't I tell you? You must be the loser." Fan Xian said.

"Ridiculous! Who do you think you are? Everyone in the poetry world!"

"Okay, then how do you compare?"

Guo Baokun smiled unconsciously after hearing this. In his opinion, Fan Xian, a countryman, could only lose if he compared himself.

Fan Xian leaned back a little impatiently. It's fine if he didn't find the person he was looking for when he came here today, and he was pestered by this Guo Baokun again and again.

Guo Baokun stood up first and saluted Prince Jing's son.

Then he seemed very happy to walk to the other side of the venue where the poetry meeting was held, and then walked forward side by side.

While walking, he muttered to himself, "One, two, three, four, five"

After ten steps, he had already walked in front of Li Hongcheng.

"His Royal Highness." Guo Baokun bowed again, and then pointed to the place where he was standing.

"Ten steps to this point, so far to write, praise it loudly and let everyone judge the winner or loser."

Guo Baokun gestured in his hand, his tone was very impassioned.

"Okay." Fan Xian agreed feebly, resting his forehead with his hands. He didn't find the person he was looking for, and now he was very unhappy.

"Can you?" Guo Baokun asked Li Hongcheng, Prince Jing's son, in front of him again.

Li Hongcheng seemed to be very interested, nodded and raised his hands and praised, "Excellent."

"How many poems can the two of you make? I only need to make one to win."

Fan Xian looked at Guo Baokun, he casually picked up so many Tang poems and Song poems in his mind, and didn't directly crush them.

Li Yi just hid and watched them all the time, he knew that Fan Xian would never lose this time.

No matter what Guo Baokun and He Zongwei did, Fan Xian had a [-]% chance of winning this time.

It's not that Guo Baokun and He Zongwei can't do it, it's really that Fan Xian opened a time-traveling hook by himself.

With China's 5000-year-old civilization as a support in his mind, Guo Baokun did not lose to Fan Xian.

Instead, they lost to China's 5000-year-old civilization. If it were true, the two of them would not be ashamed to lose.

After all, the other party is hanging up, how to fight this battle?

Li Yi just watched Guo Baokun and He Zongwei make two not-so-good poems.

But for poetry, sometimes the concept and artistic conception are the most important. If you only care about the level, it will be inferior.

Waiting for He Zongwei and Guo Baokun to finish reading their poems, they both looked at Fan Xian provocatively.

In their view, a countryman might not even know a few big characters, so how could he be able to write poetry.

Fan Xian didn't pay attention to their eyes, walked to the center of the poetry meeting alone, and slowly wrote poems on paper with a very awkward brush.

The sky was scorching and the ape wailed, and Zhu Qingsha and white birds flew back.