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

"The unintentional words mean that they are your true thoughts!"

"I accept your apology, but I want to make a bet with you. If you lose, today you will kneel down and kowtow to each of the talented people from Tianzhou here to apologize!"

Yuan Haowen refused to give up and was determined to retaliate against Ning Fan severely.

Zhuang Wen on the side looked gloomy after hearing what Yuan Haowen said. He wanted to stand up and scold him several times but was stopped by Ning Fan.

Ning Fan, who had been sitting in the corner, suddenly became the focus of the audience because of Yuan Haowen's attack.

Dozens of pairs of eyes looked at Ning Fan, all of them had unkind expressions and cynicism on their lips.

Even Qing Yi looked at Ning Fan, with an unknown flavor in his eyes.

"Bet? That's good. I like bets the most in my life. I'll take your bet! But if you lose, I want you to help me lead the horse and make it a human bench!"

Ning Fan stood up and said loudly.

boom!

As soon as Ning Fan finished speaking, there was a lot of discussion around him.

Countless sarcastic words reached his ears, but Ning Fan turned a deaf ear.

Basically, he didn't believe that Ning Fan would win, and even Qing Yi's eyes revealed a hint of mockery.

In everyone's eyes, Ning Fan is just hitting an egg against a stone.

"Okay, remember, I won't lose. When the time comes, just wait and kowtow to us one by one."

Yuan Haowen didn't care at all.

"Great Talent Yuan, my evaluation of you is not entirely arrogant! You are known as the best talent in Tianzhou, but the poems you wrote are indeed a bit unsightly!"

Ning Fan smiled lightly.

"Unsightly?"

Yuan Haowen was so angry that his face turned livid.

He is the most talented person in Tianzhou. When did his poetry become unsightly?

The recognition of the great scholar and the praise of everyone around him have already convinced Yuan Haowen of his talent.

Ning Fan's words made Yuan Haowen feel from the bottom of his heart that Ning Fan was jealous of him.

"If telling the truth is also a crime, then someone must be a forerunner! It's time for Tianzhou's literary world to be rectified!"

"It's not that you, Yuan Hao, have great literary ambitions and talents, but that the overall level of the entire Tianzhou literary world is so poor, which makes you think so highly of yourself in this so-called small circle!"

Ning Fan continued to speak calmly.

"Reorganize the Tianzhou literary world?"

"Your kid doesn't have a fever, does he?"

"Sickness needs to be cured!"

"Where does this fool come from?"

……

Waves of ridicule came. From the beginning, these people questioned and angered Ning Fan, and finally turned into disdain.

At first, everyone thought Ning Fan was arrogant, but later they felt that he was a fool and crazy...

"Listen up, don't think those limericks are poetry anymore! They're garbage."

There are several plum branches in the corner,

Ling Han drove alone.

I know it’s not snow from afar,

Because there is a faint fragrance.

……

"I would like to ask Mr. Yuan, is this poem not as good as yours?"

Ning Fan sneered.

At this time, there was silence all around, and no one said a word.

Even Yuan Haowen's eyes were dull, as if he had suffered a huge blow.

Although he is arrogant, he is not a fool.

He could still tell whether Ning Fan's poem was good or bad.

If he had to say that Ning Fan's poems were not as good as his own, I guess none of the followers around him would agree.

"you……"

Yuan Haowen looked at Ning Fan in shock, with astonishment and endless confusion in his eyes.

Yuan Haowen has always thought that he is a genius, but now he realizes that there is someone out there.

Ning Fan's poem contains just a few words, but it has a profound meaning that is truly unmatched by him.

"I lost……"

Yuan Haowen was dejected.

Those who had ridiculed Ning Fan before all shut up.

The look in Ning Fan's eyes also changed.

"Master Yuan, great talent Yuan, do you accept the bet?"

Ning Fan looked at Yuan Haowen with a sneer.

Yuan Haowen turned pale when he heard Ning Fan mention the bet.

If he was asked to fulfill his bet, it would be better to kill him...

"Ning, maybe you didn't hear clearly about the bet. I'm talking about the three competitions tonight! Not just poems! Besides, who knows if your poem is plagiarized?"

Although Yuan Haowen was shocked by Ning Fan's poem, the evil in his heart soon emerged.

"Best of three games? That's okay!"

"It doesn't matter what you say, you will lose tonight anyway!"

"When the time comes, you can even deny it, it doesn't matter."

Ning Fan smiled lightly.

Seeing that the dispute between Ning Fan and Yuan Haowen came to an end, Qing Yi slowly said: "In this round of poetry, Mr. Ning is the best!"

Qingyi's approval obviously has no objection. Although talented people like Tianzhou are not good at it, they still want to show their respect.

However, Ning Fan also discovered that after the initial shock, many people around him started to act recklessly.

Various interpretations of Ning Fan's poem began, and Ning Fan's poem was even rated as an anti-poetry...

Ning Fan remained silent and quietly waited for the second round of questions.

"The second round question is a couplet. My lady's first couplet is: The moon shines on the frost and the frost reflects the shadow of the bamboo."

"Everyone, please respond to the second line!"

The maid took out a pink letterhead and read to everyone.

Ning Fan listened carefully and frowned slightly.

I have to say that this question is of a very high standard. Not to mention it is difficult to answer, but most people really can’t answer it.

At least, Ning Fan, a modern man, felt the slightest bit of pressure.

"I'll come first!"

Yuan Haowen observed his words and saw Ning Fan frowning slightly, and immediately knew that Ning Fan might not be right for him.

"Young Master Yuan is indeed very clever!"

"Haha, Yuan Dacai is awesome, have you already thought about it?"

……

Seeing Yuan Haowen stand up, many people around him began to praise him.

"My second line is: The Rizhao River is full of clear waves."

Yuan Haowen looked proud.

Ning Fan listened carefully and was speechless.

This Yuan Haowen can't even do a basic battle, so what's the point of being proud of?

"I'm coming too!"

"The wind is blowing and the rain is blowing big banana!"

"And me: eating chicken drumsticks at sunset..."

Ning Fan's face was filled with dark thoughts, "What's this all about?"

This group of talented people from Tianzhou really refreshed the bottom line of Ning Fan's knowledge.

He is a person who has traveled back in time and has average literary skills. He also knows that this couplet should rhyme smoothly and smoothly.

But these people don't care at all.

And what the hell is eating chicken drumsticks at sunset?

Is this also a talented person?

Ning Fan's face was filled with questions and he was speechless.

When the noise was almost quiet, Ning Fan was about to stand up, but at this time he heard many talented people from Tianzhou starting to make noises.

"The person named Ning has become a turtle this time?"

"Haha, I, a talented scholar from Tianzhou, have unparalleled literary talents, and I have already scared people named Ning to death!"

"Haha, didn't you say a word? You are really wilting!"

……

"If you can't get along, just get to know each other directly!"

Yuan Haowen looked sarcastic.

At this time, Zhuang Wen also came over and whispered: "Mr. Ning, I really can't do it..."

Ning Fan quickly waved his hand, stood up and blurted out: "The wind sways the green willows and dances in the lotus pond."