Jiang Sun Che slowly turned his head and looked at Fan Tong.

He didn't dodge and looked directly into Jiang Sun Che's gaze.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and Jiang Sunche suddenly smiled, this smile made Fan Tong feel uneasy, but he was quickly suppressed by him.

"I heard that you are an envoy, you are clever and generous, and you are really good material for diplomacy." Jiang Sun Che sneered.

"I don't know if my cheeks are thick, but if Gongzi Jiang does that copy, I don't know how much more cheeky than me." Fan Tong calmly shot back.

Jiang Sun Che really didn't understand, Lao Tzu didn't recruit you, didn't provoke you, why are you staring at me? Could it be that he is jealous of Lao Tzu's handsomeness?

He didn't know that Fan Tong's father was a leading general, and Fan Tong's father was killed by Jiang Yiquan, and because of this incident, his mother was afraid that at some point, her son would die on the battlefield like her husband, saying that she would not let him join the army, but let him follow the literature instead.

This is the reason why he stared at Jiang Sun Che, the revenge of killing his father was there.

"If Jiang Gongzi wants to prove that he didn't copy poetry, the pen and ink are here, why not come and compare with me?" Fan Tong pointed to the bookcase on the side and said.

He can't kill Jiang Yiquan, so that his son can lose face and be angry.

"In that case, let's bet on something." Jiang Sun Che walked to Fan Tong's side, he was taller than Fan Tong, which made Fan Tong have to look up at him.

Fan Tong also didn't expect that Jiang Sunche would agree so easily, and offered to place a bet, which made him a little confused.

Is he really good at writing poetry?' That's okay, even if he can compare to Liu Jiayi? As long as it's not Liu Jiayi, I'm not afraid. ’

"It's okay, I don't know what Gongzi Jiang wants to gamble on?" Fan Tong took two steps back, so that he didn't have to raise his head to look at Jiang Sun Che.

"What was his bet with you just now?" Jiang Sun Che asked Hu Qiong and the others in the distance.

Hu Qiong and the others were stunned for a moment, and then immediately said, "If he loses, he will no longer write poems, and seeing the Bei'an people taking a detour, if he wins, let us brush his boots." ”

"Hehe, you're confident enough in this rice bucket." Jiang Sunche held his hands behind his back.

"What do you call me?" Fan Tong's face was a little bad.

The crowd of onlookers let out a burst of laughter, although they didn't like Jiang Sun Che, but compared with Fan Tong, Jiang Sun Che was their beloved relatives and friends, siblings.

"Whatever you hear, I call it." Jiang Sun Che spread his hands.

"Hmph, Jiang Gongzi is really sharp-toothed, but the literati talk about real skills, and messing around can't make you write good poems." Fan Tong snorted coldly.

"That's right, then let's see the real chapter. I have made a bet, and I don't need you to seal the pen, if you lose, just brush my boots. I've been in the dust for the past two days, and I haven't had time to change my boots. Jiang Sun Che shook his feet.

"I think you're too confident."

"Will you say yes?"

"I promised, but what if you lose?"

"Lord Taichang, I've been riding a horse for the past two days, can I ask for a soft chair to sit on?" Jiang Sunche didn't answer the rice bucket, turned to Tao Shou on the Pinwen platform and asked.

"Come on, give them two chairs." Tao Shou did not refuse and nodded.

The chief bookkeeper was ordered to carry a tea table, two chairs, and a pot of tea.

Jiang Sun Che sat on the chair, adjusted a comfortable sitting position, and slumped on the chair like a salted fish, "What did you say?" ”

Fan Tong's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, "I agreed, but what if you lose?" ”

"Well, this tea is very good, taste it, you sit, you don't have to be polite to me, it's like being in your own home." Jiang Sunche picked up the teacup and took a sip of it decently.

'Sample, I won't let you be breathless with grievances, I'll change my surname to Jiang. ’

The crowd of onlookers burst into laughter again.

"In terms of angry people, Jiang Sunche is definitely a first-class master." The keyboard warrior rarely did not taunt Jiang Sun Che.

"Ah, the dog's mouth actually protrudes with ivory, what a spectacle." Praise exclaimed.

"Are you talking human?"

"How do you understand if I'm not speaking human words? Or are you and I of the same species? "There is a trick of heaven and earth and longevity.

"You're talking about people."

“……”

"Jiang Gongzi is delaying time here, are you afraid?" Fan Tong gasped for several breaths.

"Who said that, haven't I been listening to you? Don't wronged me. Jiang Sunche said innocently.

"Okay, let's make a bet contract, whoever loses, whoever brushes the other party's boots, will hand it over to Tao Taichang and they will evaluate who wins or loses, I believe that Tao Taichang They will definitely be fair and selfless, right?" Fan Tong said to Tao Shou and them.

He believes that in this evaluation, even if Tao Shou is Jiang Sun Che's father-in-law, he doesn't dare to play any tricks, otherwise Tao Shou, a great Confucian, will not have to ask for his face.

"Okay, what about the title?" Jiang Sun Che nodded.

"Let's take spring as the theme, if it is changed, who knows if Jiang Gongzi will be able to write?" Fan Tong sneered.

"Okay, then you come first, I'm too tired for the past two days, I have to rest for a while." Jiang Sunche slumped in his chair and said casually.

Fan Tong looked at Jiang Sun Che's indifferent appearance, and was furious, "You just wait for a while to brush my boots!" ’

"I think, I don't have to write anymore, my song should be enough to beat you." Fan Tong said confidently.

He was very confident in this spring poem, he had written this poem for several years, carved it many times, and had reached the limit of his ability, if this poem could not be won, then he could not write a better poem than this one on the improvised basis.

"So confident, no longer moisturizing?" Jiang Sun Che said very kindly.

"No need." Fan Tong said with his arms crossed.

"Okay then." Jiang Sunche stood up and stretched.

The crowd of onlookers became nervous, because they didn't know whether the Yong goose and Qingping tune that were circulating now were copied by Jiang Sun Che.

If Jiang Sunche really didn't have the ability to win against Fan Tong, then they would be embarrassed and embarrassed today.

Jiang Sun Che didn't care about Bei'anguo's face, they cared.

Jiang Sunche came to the bookcase, lifted the brush, but did not put down the pen, pondered for a while, and put the pen down again.

"What? Does Jiang Gongzi want to admit defeat? Then I have to work hard for Gongzi Jiang to help me brush up ......," Fan Tong sneered.

"You, come here, you write for me." Jiang Sunche didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and pointed to Jiang Miaoyu, who was watching the excitement in the distance.

"Me? You asked me to write it for you? How dare you command me? Jiang Miaoyu was a little incredulous.

Growing up, no one had spoken to him in such a commanding tone.

"Can't you write about the things you provoked? Also, don't forget your identity, if you are exposed, don't say whether your father will punish you for coming out without permission, and you don't want to disguise yourself as a maid to play in the future. Jiang Sunche walked up to Jiang Miaoyu and whispered.

As soon as she heard this, Jiang Miaoyu immediately became dumbfounded, she was not afraid of being punished by Emperor Hong Wen, but she was afraid that her appearance would be remembered, and it would be inconvenient to come out to play in the future.

"Okay, I'll write it for you this time." Jiang Miao walked to the bookcase in a puffed tone.