Rong Fei looked at Fan Jian in surprise, and said that all the brainless fans in Kyoto were so brave.

I had already let him go before, and I actually jumped out to provoke again, is it really easy to bully the head of the immortal division?

"Brother Fan, pay attention to the bearing of my generation of scholars."

Ren Jianhan patted Fan Jiandi on the shoulder, and then took a step forward and bowed to Rong Fei.

"In the next Sumire, I've seen Rong Catcher."

"It turned out to be the son of Ren Shangshudi, disrespectful and disrespectful."

Rong Fei recently inquired about the situation of the Dayan Dynasty from Gu Fengxiao and others, and he was no longer the little white when he first came to Kyoto, so when he heard Ren Jinhan's name, he already knew his family background.

"This heroic brother is surnamed Fan, and I think he should be the son of Fan Shilang."

Rong Fei looked at Fan Jian with a smile.

"The surname is Rong! Let's settle the previous accounts later, and today's events are today. I'm going to fight with you today, so you can say dare or not. If you don't dare, shout three times, "I'm not a person who sells wine bags and rice bags, sells fame and reputation, and doesn't deserve the favor of Miss Rue", and I will naturally let you go."

Fan Jian shouted through gritted teeth.

"It's up to you?"

"What's wrong with me!"

"Why are you?"

"Why... Phew... It's all messy. If the surname is Rong, you can say dare or not."

Fan Jian became more and more irritable when he was molested by Rong Fei.

"Brother Fan, restrain your anger! Restrain your anger!"

Ren Jianhan saw that Fan Jian was showing signs of losing control, and hurriedly calmed him down, and then smiled at Rongfei.

"It's no wonder that Rong Catcher, Brother Fan is such a character, he didn't mean to target you."

Hum! They all named their names, pointed their noses and sprayed, isn't this a target?

The mouth of a reader, a deceitful ghost, is really right.

Rong Fei snorted coldly in his heart.

"We did this out of desperation. As the saying goes, the country has its own laws, and the family has its own rules. Whether it is a national law or a family rule, since it is formulated, everyone needs to abide by it, and everyone should be treated equally.

Last year, Miss Rue was ranked among the four major Oiran, and she made a rule in public. If you want to see it, you need to write wonderful poetry. How many literati in Kyoto City have tried their best to win this award, and they want to write a masterpiece to win the hearts of the Rue girl, but the Rue girl is a talented girl who is famous in Kyoto, and it is so difficult to get into her eyes.

And today's Rong Catcher only relies on one sentence... Poetry, I was summoned by Miss Rue, and to be honest, I was not convinced. Therefore, he dared to invite Rong to fight for the head."

"Invite! Invited! Invited!"

Dozens of people who participated in the poetry meeting stood behind Ren Jinhan and shouted, and the momentum was quite amazing.

"Oh! This is intended to be forced. But if I should not fight, how are you prepared to use force?"

Rong Fei asked with a smile.

"Rong Zhutou is too worried, how can I be read by the reader to make such an insulting behavior."

Ren Jinhan arched his hand, and then changed his words.

"However, everyone can only call it a rule if they obey it, and if someone breaks the rules because of their identity. Hey, hey, all of you here today happen to have some identities. If others do it, then we can naturally do it, and there is no need to abide by this rule in the future. Rong Zhutou thinks there is some truth in what he said below."

"Girl, girl, something is wrong, Lord Rong was blocked downstairs by Ren Gongzi, Fan Gongzi and a group of them."

The maid slammed open the door and rushed into Ruexiang's room, shouting anxiously.

"Don't panic, take your time, what's going on?"

Rue Xiang took the maid's hand, stroked her shoulder and said softly.

After listening to the maid's story, Rue Xiang's heart couldn't help but sink.

Rong Fei has recently become famous in Kyoto City, relying on the identity of the head of the Immortal Division, and today he recognized his cousin with the emperor, with the blessing of this dual identity, there are definitely no more than ten people in the entire Kyoto City who dare to touch him.

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At this time, Rong Fei was blocked by Ren Jinhan and others, and Rue Xiang was not worried.

Although one is the son of Shangshu and the other is the son of Shilang, he is also a noble son of the first rank in Kyoto City, but compared with Rong Fei, the two sides are not on the same order of magnitude.

But Ren Jinhan is too insidious, knowing that with their status and status, they have no choice but to take Rongfei, so they actually took out Rue Xiang to make a fuss.

In the final analysis, Rue Xiang is just a girl in a green house, and the reason why everyone holds and offers it is just to regard this as an interesting game, so they all abide by the default rules of the game.

If he really tore his face and used his power to force Rue Xiang to submit, what qualifications does Rue Xiang have to resist?

Although Chang Huaien is the big proprietor of the Golden Wind Drizzle Building, Rue Xiang is just a tool for him to make money, can he really offend the son of Shangshu for her?

If Rue Xiang and Rong Fei really just met in Pingshui, Rong Fei would not be antagonistic to Rue Xiang and most of the Kyoto Prince's circle, and Rue Xiang would not be sad because Rong Fei was ugly. Chinese Net

It's just that the relationship between the two is very delicate, although they have only just met tonight, but Rue Xiang knows that Rong Fei will definitely not care about his life or death.

And Rue Xiang also didn't want Rong Fei to fall into an embarrassment.

A pair of jade arms and thousands of pillows, half a red lip for thousands of customers. After the third watch in the middle of the night, the bleak wind and cold rain penetrated the west window.

Rue Xiang loved this poem very much.

Because of substitution, because of empathy.

But there is no talent.

If Rue Xiang wants to return to the self-contained identity she did before today, so that the talented people of Kyoto willingly abide by the rules, Rong Fei has no choice but to accept the invitation.

But with Rong Fei's talent, most of today's face can't be saved.

Rue Xiang knows too well the ability of those literati to fall into the well and beat the water dogs.

"You're threatening me?"

Rong Fei suddenly grinned, lowered his head slightly, stared at Ren Jianhan's eyes and asked word by word.

Facing Rong Fei's forced gaze, Ren Jinhan did not panic at all. After all, his father is a scholar of the dignified Ministry of Etiquette, and he is a second-class member, but it is not something that Fan Jian's father can compare.

"Don't misunderstand, Sumire Han just kindly reminded him and didn't mean anything else. After all, I admire Miss Rue a lot, and I can't bear to see her become the plaything of others."

"Well, I'm thinking too much."

Rong Fei put away his smile and said after a moment of silence.

"It's okay, since Ren Gongzi and Fan Gongzi are so warmly invited, it's not good for Rong to continue to postpone it. I just don't know what the rules are, and how to fight?"

"Hahaha, good! Rong catches the head and is refreshing."

Seeing that Rong Fei agreed, Ren Jinhan stroked his palms and laughed proudly.

"Today, since we are fighting poetry in an elegant place such as the Golden Wind Drizzle Building, the way of fighting is naturally more elegant. Why don't you just follow the pattern of the selection of the Oiran, and all the guests present will choose the best poems, what do you think?"

"Good, good! It's a fun idea."

As soon as Ren Jianhan's words fell, someone immediately chimed in.

Then more scholars raised their hands in agreement, but none of them asked Rong Fei's opinion.

Soon, someone found Steward Liu, and found the flower list card used in the selection of Oiran last year from the warehouse, and stood in the middle of the patio.

The flower board is actually a large plaque decorated with silk flowers in four circles, which is divided into more than a dozen horizontal grids, the front of each horizontal grid is used to write the name of the participating oiran, and the back is used to record the number of flowers obtained.

When selecting an Oiran, the supporter buys a predetermined silk flower with money, and then puts the silk flower in front of the supported Oiran in a basket. At the end of the selection, the number of flowers received by each oiran was checked, and the four people with the highest number were the four oirans of the year.

The silk flowers used in the selection of the Oiran are clearly priced at 500 taels each.

Today, it is the literati and scholars who fight poetry, not the choice of oiran, and no one who is wronged will spend money in vain. So someone suggested replacing it with the personal belongings of the girl next to him, which immediately won the applause of the guests in the building.

Soon everything was ready

Properly, both sides also moved to the bottom of the patio at this time, and the fight was about to begin.

"Miss Rou'er, Rong Fei can make poetry?"

Outside the crowd, Zhu Yueyao asked Ji Rou'er in a low voice.

Zhu Yueyao felt that Rong Fei must have some talents, otherwise he would not have said such a sobering saying as "the sky will descend on the people". However, talent and poetry are actually two different things.

Just like many *** in the court are deeply knowledgeable Confucians, but the poems they make are quite unbearable.

And some down-and-out scholars who have repeatedly failed to succeed can occasionally make amazing and wonderful poems.

Especially the sentence "A pair of jade arms and a thousand pillows, a little red lips and ten thousand customers" that I just heard Rong Fei chant with my own ears, it is quite smooth to read, but it has nothing to do with talent or anything, so I am a little worried.

"Hmm... When I was in Fencheng before, I had heard him recite a few lines of poetry, like something, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces, and so on. It's just that I don't know poetry, so I can't tell the difference between good and bad."

Ji Rou'er smiled strangely.

Zhu Yueyao and Liu Yingrong couldn't help but widen their eyes when they heard this.

What kind of thing, a piece of two, three, four, five, seven, eight, this thing can also be called poetry?

It's better to taste thousands of pillows and thousands of guests.

Immediately, there was little hope for this fight.

As for Rong Fei's face?

He doesn't care about this thing himself, so there is no need for others to worry about it. Anyway, Rong Fei doesn't plan to take a career in office, and it doesn't matter if he has face or not.

"Rong Zhutou came to Kyoto not long ago, and he is considered a guest, and according to etiquette, the guest should write a poem first."

In the field, Ren Jinhan took the lead in making a move.

"Hmph, I don't!"

Rong Fei directly replied arrogantly.

Ren Jianhan was stunned, and said in his heart Since you have agreed to fight poems, why do you still come to such a play, is it a repentance?

Thinking of this, Ren Jinhan decided not to give Rong Fei a chance to regret it, so he smiled.

"In that case, then I will concede."

After that, he said to a soldier beside him who was full of pride and was fanning violently.

"Brother Pengzhai, please!"

The scholar smiled slightly, put away the folding fan in his hand with a snort, and his movements were clean and handsome, which immediately attracted the applause of the onlookers upstairs and downstairs.

"In Yue Pengzhai of Lower Baiyan Academy, I will compose a poem with the theme of tonight's grand event, and ask Rong Zhutou for more advice."

Yue Pengzhai arched his hand towards Rong Fei very perfunctorily, and then put his hands behind his back, raised his head, his eyes narrowed slightly, and let out a melodious sigh.

"Ahh Ouch..."