Father, I really don’t want to be the emperor

"His Highness is smiling like this. It seems that he is very confident in his literary talent?"

Zhuang Wen observed Ning Fan's reaction and smiled slightly.

"I'm not good at poetry. I'll just gather the number of people there."

Ning Fan quickly waved his hand.

The carriage quickly stopped at the river bank. After Zhuang Wen and Ning Fan jumped out of the car, Ning Fan was immediately shocked by the sight in front of him.

There are countless lighted flower boats on a long river.

On both sides of the river bank, there are even more lights, like a fire dragon.

"The prosperity of Tianzhou is inferior to that of Anjing."

Ning Fan sighed.

At the same time, there is also a question: why is Tianzhou so rich but the people along the way are so poor?

Under the leadership of Zhuang Wen, Ning Fan and the two walked onto the most luxurious and huge boat on the entire Qianjiang River.

"Masters, do you have an invitation?"

A man blocked their way.

Ning Fan remained silent, but Zhuang Wen took out two invitations. The turtle slave looked at them carefully before letting them in.

As soon as Ning Fan walked in, he found that there was no noise on the boat, but it was extremely quiet.

Many talented people were sitting in their seats and communicating in low voices with the people around them.

Seeing Ning Fan come in, many eyes immediately came over.

Some people are envious and others are jealous. Ning Fan's appearance is natural, and there is no point in being jealous.

Zhuang Wen pulled Ning Fan to his seat and sat down, and then said in a low voice: "Master Ning, more than half of Tianzhou's talents are here tonight, and the competition is fierce!"

Ning Fan just laughed twice in response and didn't say anything.

Unexpectedly, Zhuang Wen said again: "Don't worry, Mr. Ning, if you really like this girl Qingyi, I will find a way."

Zhuang Wen's meaning was obvious, that he could find a way to deal with Qing Yi for Ning Fan.

After all, he is the governor of a province, so Ning Fan believes that Zhuang Wen can do it.

"Let's take a look first."

Ning Fan neither refused nor agreed, leaving Zhuang Wen with endless daydreams.

I don't know who shouted "Miss Qingyi is here", and then Ning Fan saw the talented people nearby sitting upright.

Then, a maid carrying a lantern came down from the second floor, and reporter Ning Fan saw a slim figure walking down the attic.

The pink gauze skirt wraps the figure exquisitely, and the just-right veil gives everyone unlimited room for imagination.

With just one glance, Ning Fan was shocked by this Chaochen aura.

This Qingyi still made Ning Fan stunned.

"Master Ning, how are you doing?"

Zhuang Wen seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Ning Fan was too lazy to talk to Zhuang Wen and just stared at Qing Yi.

Although this woman is covered with a veil, she can vaguely see the beautiful outline of her cheeks, her exposed forehead is smooth and white, and her beautiful eyes are looking forward to life.

"I kept you waiting for a long time. Qingyi is being polite."

Qingyi said hello in the direction of everyone, and immediately the talented people around him exploded and said hello to Qingyi one after another.

Ning Fan just looked at it indifferently. He didn't expect that there were so many licking dogs in ancient times...

"Everyone, please be quiet. Miss Qingyi is going to give a question."

The maid said to everyone with a smile.

When everyone heard this, they suddenly became quiet.

A pair of eyes looked around Qingyi greedily, as if they could see through the veil with their eyes.

"Master Ning, I am a student from Tianzhou, Wencai Yaoshi. You have to be careful later."

Zhuang Wen reminded.

Ning Fan also saw that Zhuang Wen came here purely to accompany him tonight, and he probably had no intention of ending up.

This dress is also very clever. Even people who often see Zhuang Wen may have a hard time recognizing that this is the dignified governor of Tianzhou.

"They're just a bunch of hungry ghosts!"

Ning Fan was a little disdainful.

Indeed, when Qingyi appeared on the stage just now, the performance of these people made Ning Fan very disappointed.

"Miss, there are three questions tonight, namely poems, antiphons, and songs!"

"All the talents will give their best. In the end, my lady may choose one of the outstanding ones to play a piece specially for him."

The maid said calmly.

Ning Fan was speechless for a while. He worked hard and hard, but in the end he could only listen to Qingyi play one song?

This is like running a 100-kilometer marathon, and the final prize is a bottle of mineral water...

Zhuang Wen also saw the disappointment in Ning Fan's heart, and quickly came over and said with a smile: "Master Ning, don't be anxious, playing a piece of music is also very learned! Playing and blowing... are actually all possible, the main thing is Look at Mr. Ning’s performance.”

"play?"

Ning Fan was stunned for a moment.

Looking back and seeing Zhuang Wen's ambiguous smile, he immediately moved.

Is this playing a flute?

"The first question is, please write a poem with snow as the theme."

The maid read to everyone.

When this question came up, all the talented people around showed their thoughts.

Some frowned, while others took the opportunity to look at Qingyi greedily, and even worse, they had already started writing furiously on the paper.

"Miss Qingyi, I, Yuan Haowen, have composed a poem. Please listen to it, Miss Qingyi."

A man wearing a green robe stood up and held his hands towards Qingyi with a look of pride on his face.

"Master Ning, this is the most talented man in Tianzhou, and his poetry is extraordinary!"

Zhuang Wen smiled.

Ning Fan remained silent and listened to Yuan Haowen recite:

The snow falls and the branches turn white,

The cold wind penetrates to the bones.

Ice flowers bloom in the sun,

Winter is all over the mountains.

……

it is good!

it is good!

There was applause all around. Of course, these were Yuan Haowen's friends and classmates, and they were all making fun of him.

"Yes, Mr. Yuan is really talented."

Qingyi said calmly.

"How about it, Mr. Ning is satisfied with the literary talents of our Tianzhou talents?"

Zhuang Wen came over and asked again.

Ning Fan was really confused by Zhuang Wen's words and said casually: "It's just average, at the level of a seven-year-old child..."

What?

Zhuang Wen was stunned and looked at Ning Fan in disbelief.

Even Yuan Haowen, who was sitting opposite Ning Fan, heard Ning Fan's comments and suddenly had a gloomy look on his face.

Ning Fan didn't expect that his casual words would be heard by the other party. He quickly pointed out to Yuan Haowen that he said it unintentionally, but the other party didn't give Ning Fan face at all and still stared at Ning Fan with a gloomy expression.

After Yuan Haowen, more than a dozen talented people stood up and recited poems, but Ning Fan, who had read a lot of Tang poetry and Song lyrics, was really indifferent when he listened to these twisted and patchwork poems.

He even yawned.

"My friend, you just said that my poems are at the level of a seven-year-old child. If you are so arrogant, your poetic talent must be extraordinary, right?"

Yuan Haowen finally saw the right opportunity and stood up to attack Ning Fan in public.

"Insanity!"

"It's simply insulting to politeness?"

"Who is this person?"

"Fork out!"

……

Yuan Haowen still has some respect in Tianzhou. He accused Ning Fan in public, just to attract the crowd to attack him.

Ning Fan was speechless for a while. He had obviously apologized, so why did he still hold on to Yuan Haowen?

"Young Master Yuan, I am wrong for speaking arrogant words. I apologize to you."

It's not that Ning Fan was scared, he just felt that what he just said was indeed a bit hurtful.

It is reasonable for the other party to be angry.