If everyone knew Xia Wenyuan's identity and that it was the young prince who had a conflict with the ninth prince, they would just watch the show with joy and feel that they were getting something big.
But without knowing Xia Wenyuan's identity, and being guided by Du Chaowen in this way, everyone would only think that Li Fu was also interested in girl Xuanxuan, but he was not as good as Du Chaowen in poetry, so he wanted to use his power to overpower others.
Indeed, as Du Chaowen said, Li Fu's status was noble and his power was overwhelming, but his life was like a piece of grass and could be wiped off easily.
In a dispute, regardless of right or wrong, regardless of the truth, people will always subconsciously be more inclined to support the weaker party.
"Haha, interesting! So interesting!"
Seeing through Du Chaowen's little thoughts, Li Fu smiled and said equally loudly: "Oh? If you follow Mr. Du's wishes and differentiate according to the rules in the brothel, then you are reciting poems and composing poems?"
"It's not according to Du's intention, but it's the fact." Du Chaowen looked down at Li Fu and said loudly.
"good!"
Li Fu struck with both palms together, as if he had been provoked by Du Chaowen, and said without hesitation: "Then let's use poetry as a challenge and write five poems together, regardless of subject matter or format, to see who can write better! how?"
As Li Fu finished speaking, the crowd was in an uproar!
No one expected that Li Fu would dare to compare poetry with Du Chaowen!
"What do you mean, little prince? You want to compete with the little poetry fairy?"
"No...I don't know."
"I guess the young prince had someone write the poems in advance before he came here. Didn't I hear the young prince say that there is no restriction on subject matter or format?"
"With the talent of the little Shixian, even if the young prince is prepared, he may not be able to win surely, right?"
"After all, after writing five poems in a row, even a little poetry fairy may not be able to write such a masterpiece as "Looking at the Sea Tide: Destiny Shapes Victory"!"
"And the young prince hasn't said who the referee is yet! If you are chosen to be the referee, even if the young prince writes a limerick, do you dare to award a loss?"
"I see!"
Everyone was talking a lot, and even though everyone's voice was low-pitched, there were so many people that it still made the scene chaotic and noisy.
Du Chaowen did not agree to Li Fu's challenge rashly. After frowning and thinking for a moment, he asked carefully: "It's okay to compete in poetry. I just don't know who the young prince wants to be the referee?"
Writing five poems in a row, the first of which is a masterpiece, is absolutely impossible in the eyes of ordinary people. But for Du Chaowen, the copycat, it was not a problem at all.
The only thing he felt he couldn't control was the referee.
As someone said, if a few people are randomly selected as referees at the scene, then even if Du Chaowen writes an eternal masterpiece, who would dare to judge him to win?
Unexpectedly, Li Fu said with great magnanimity: "Whatever you want, you can appoint the referee."
Hearing this, Du Chaowen almost thought he was hallucinating! Seeing the other people's expressions of surprise and surprise, I realized that I had heard correctly.
Du Chaowen tentatively said, "How about letting Miss Xuanxuan and Brother Jiu...Xia be the referees?"
"Hahaha, the Ninth Prince is the Ninth Prince, Brother Xia! Why, are you shady?" Li Fu sneered at first, and then agreed without hesitation: "Okay, I'll do as you say! Then let's get started! In order to avoid influencing each other, how about we write down these five poems first and give them into their hands to judge them together?"
"Can."
"Come here, give me pen, ink, paper and inkstone!"
Xia Wenyuan's face darkened when Li Fu revealed his identity. But thinking that he would soon see Li Fu deflated, his mood improved a lot.
And when everyone found out that this young man who was sitting at the same table with the young prince and the young Shixian, who looked very approachable, was actually the ninth prince of the current dynasty, they couldn't help but be extremely surprised.
At this time, many people have already realized that the conflict between Li Fu and Du Chaowen tonight is probably not just about a woman.
Compared to Du Chaowen who was confident of winning and Xia Wenyuan who was waiting to see what happened, Ye Qing frowned and kept looking at Li Fu up and down, as if he wanted to see him out of his wits.
Soon, Shihua Shuilou brought up pens, ink, paper and inkstones.
When Du Chaowen took the pen and paper, Xia Wenyuan rolled up his sleeves and sharpened the ink for Du Chaowen himself.
Obviously he expected that what happened tonight would definitely spread.
When the time comes, King Wen personally studies the ink of the little Shixian, and the little Shixian writes five peerless poems in a blink of an eye. It will definitely become a good story, a beautiful talk, and it may become famous throughout the ages in the future!
Li Fu glanced at Du Chaowen and Xia Wenyuan, with a flash of sarcasm in his eyes, and then took a deep look at Ye Qing, who was frowning.
Xu Sheng trotted over from the nearby table with a wink, and also practiced ink for Li Fu. But when a lot of ink was ground out and Du Chaowen on the opposite side had already begun to write, Li Fu remained motionless.
Ye Qing couldn't help but asked in a deep voice: "Li Fu, why don't you stop writing?"
"What about the idea? Are you in a hurry?" Li Fu glanced at him and said calmly.
Xia Wenyuan thought he had seen through Li Fu, and said to Ye Qing in a sarcastic tone: "Brother Ye, you said that no one would cheat and try to delay the time, right? That's right, we didn't set a time anyway, so as long as we don't write it out, we don't lose." !Brother Du wrote it in a quarter of an hour, but some people may not be able to write it in a hundred years!"
Faced with the ridicule, Li Fu did not fall out this time. After seeing Xia Wenyuan grinding for Du Chaowen, he smiled and said: "Don't worry, there will be results tonight. Your Highness, King Wen, I just hope you won't cry for a while."
This time, not only Ye Qing, but also Xia Wenyuan felt something was wrong, and asked tentatively: "Oh? So confident? Who gave you confidence?"
"Haha." Li Fu just chuckled and did not reply.
Looking at Du Chaowen again, as Li Fu expected, he started writing almost without thinking, one after another, and it was only time for a cup of tea that he had already started writing the third poem.
Li Fu still didn't write, he just sat quietly, as if waiting for something.
There were hundreds of people on the open-air deck, and it was surprisingly silent at this time. The only sound that could be heard was the "swish" of Du Chaowen's pen and paper.
After another cup of tea, Du Chaowen paused with his movements of splashing ink, then slapped the brush in his hand on the table, and said with high spirits: "I'm done!"
When Du Chaowen raised his head, he realized that Li Fu hadn't started writing yet, so he couldn't help but laughed: "What, the young prince has no thoughts yet? Do you need Du to help the young prince write two? Or three?"
"No need." Li Fu also smiled and shook his head, looking at the five poems Du Chao had written in front of his tattoo, and said meaningfully: "These five poems are enough."
