On this day, not only the emperor, but also the various forces of the Southern Wei Dynasty found out all the details of Shen Yunfan's presence in the Southern Wei Dynasty.

"That guy is just a refugee from the Central Plains, and he has been in prison in the capital for three years?"

"It's hard to get into the elegant market, no wonder it's so arrogant."

"Now that the prime minister is fighting with Xu Shangshu and Cao Shilang, I heard that the prime minister has already sent his family back to his hometown. Now that he has pulled a righteous son out of the prison, it is clear that he is a stand-in and a target for his own son, the prime minister is really cautious! ”

"That kid without a city government is nothing to be afraid of, let's be careful of the prime minister."

After finding out the details of Shen Yunfan, everyone had a guess about Liu Cheng's approach today.

Of course, they don't know how wrong they are.

After Xu Yan heard the news about Shen Yunfan at home, he came out of the house with a delicate woman in his arms, and his expression was still a little gloomy.

"Damn, a guy who was pulled out of prison as a stand-in dares to be so arrogant, it's really infuriating to me!"

The woman said coquettishly: "Don't be angry, Xianggong, I heard that there is a genius from the Central Plains in Nanjie recently, known as a poet ghost, who set up a ring to challenge the literati of the Southern Wei Dynasty to the poem, and gambled one or two silvers at a time." ”

"I heard that many people have lost in his hands, and the face of Southern Wei has been lost! Xianggong, you are full of talent, let's go there and have a look, you will definitely be able to win glory for the Southern Wei Dynasty. ”

gave such a compliment, Xu Yan was a lot happier.

"Okay, let's go!"

……

Jingcheng South Street.

The little princess sat in the carriage and stared at Shen Yunfan next to her, her face full of disgust.

"So, the person you said is very good at writing poetry, but you are actually yourself?"

"yes, isn't it?" Shen Yunfan spread his hands.

This time he came to help the little princess, he just wanted to take the opportunity to get close to the Southern Wei royal family.

"If you want to say that you are good at drawing, I believe it." The little princess muttered, "But you didn't dare to write poems with Brother Xu Yan just now, why do you say that you are good at poetry?" ”

"You can't judge people by their appearance, do you understand?"

"Okay, okay, I don't have time to find anyone else anyway." The little princess pouted and was very unhappy.

Recently, she has lost several hundred taels of silver to the poet, and has never won once. Although money is nothing to her, losing like this is mainly to lose the face of Southern Wei!

That's why she asked a few ministers to help her find literati to help, but she didn't expect that she would make trouble for so long today, and in the end, she only brought Shen Yunfan, who was a hanger, over.

Naturally, she didn't have much hope.

But after thinking for a moment, she rolled her eyes and muttered, "You say, that poet is full of arrogance, will he agree to paint with you?" ”

If it is compared to painting, attacking others' shortcomings with his own strengths, doesn't Shen Yunfan have a chance of winning? The little princess suddenly felt hopeful, so she hurriedly got out of the car and entered the small courtyard next to her.

In the courtyard, a man in a blue cloth coat and a hat on his head was playing chess alone. Hearing someone come in, he said without raising his head: "One or two silver at a time, place a bet and start to poetry." ”

The little princess slapped a silver ingot on the table and said, "Poet ghost, ten taels of silver, how about a painting competition with my people?" ”

"Painting is not my specialty." The poet ghost looked up at Shen Yunfan who came in outside, and said lightly: "However, it can also be compared." ”

The poet ghost is really arrogant.

Seeing that he agreed, the little princess was overjoyed!

After Shen Yunfan entered the door, he saw the costume of the so-called poetic ghost, and raised his eyebrows.

This is clearly the costume of Zhao Guoren.

After hesitating for a moment, Shen Yunfan wanted to probe the details of this person, so he glanced at the little princess and said, "Look at your happiness, I still don't believe that this poet ghost is really so powerful, today I want to be poetic!" ”

"You ......"

"Come on, come on, let's get the question." Shen Yunfan stepped forward and didn't give the little princess a chance to speak.

The little princess was almost dizzy, and he had asked him to compose poems in the palace before, and he preferred to paint. Now let him paint, and he prefers to write poetry.

Why does this guy love to go against people so much?

How could he win if he wrote poetry?

The little princess turned and went out, got into the carriage and walked away. But after walking a short distance, she asked the driver to stop and waited around the corner.

"If that guy loses, I'll ask him to give me the money!"

The little princess, who was angry, didn't notice that not far away, Xu Yan walked into the courtyard with his concubine.

Xu Yan was originally happy with his concubine, but when he saw Shen Yunfan when he entered the door, his face suddenly sank.

The ghost is not gone!

"Why are you here?"

"I'll do the poem." Shen Yunfan glanced behind him, "Brother Xu, what a coincidence." ”

"It's a coincidence." Xu Yan's face was full of sarcasm: "Do you dare to write poetry with people now?" Why don't you compare painting with poets? ”

"They did mention painting just now, is this boy very good at painting?" The poet asked.

"Hahaha!" When Xu Yan heard this, he immediately smiled and leaned back, "Brother Shen, I didn't expect you to play that game with anyone." Compare painting with poets and ghosts, for fear that you will lose, right? It's shameless, Xu admires! ”

"Don't talk if your subordinates are defeated." Shen Yunfan didn't bother to talk nonsense with Xu Yan, "Mr. Poet, let's start." ”

"You ......" Xu Yan's expression was gloomy.

"Xianggong, just look at his troubles." The concubine next to her comforted.

Xu Yan nodded, and then did not speak.

The poet ghost said lightly: "Since it is ten taels of silver, then you can come up with the question." ”

"Okay, I look at the calluses in my brother's mouth, I must have honed it on the battlefield......" Shen Yunfan took a step forward.

When the poet heard this, he hid his hand in his sleeve, and his expression was a little unnatural.

This action just revealed the waist card hanging on his waist, with the word "Sun" written on it.

The corners of Shen Yunfan's mouth hooked up a smile, and he had already guessed the identity of this person, so he continued: "Why don't we use the battlefield as the theme and make heroic poems?" ”

"Okay." The poet nodded, "You say it first, I'm right." ”

"I'm afraid I said it, you can't do it."

"No way, just say." The poet sneered and shook his head.

The kid in front of him is too arrogant. He has never lost a game in the past few days since he came to the Southern Wei Dynasty. Most of the people who come to challenge him are vulnerable.

"This kind of small country in a safe corner still lacks atmosphere after all, and can only raise this kind of frog at the bottom of the well for self-use." The poet said to himself in his heart.