Asked by the house winner to cash out the bet.

Changsun Chong's face turned the color of pig liver, and he gritted his teeth and roared: "Fang Ying! You... don't bully others too much!"

"Young Master Changsun, it's not fun for you to be like this." Fang Ying said calmly: "As the saying goes, you are willing to accept defeat. You don't want to cheat, do you?"

"I……"

Changsun Chong suddenly rolled his eyes, twisted his neck and said, "How can I cheat? However, since we are betting, we must win two out of three games for it to count!"

As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

They agreed to compete in one game, but then decided to win out of three games. How could this be what a gentleman would do?

Everyone looked at Changsun Chong with complicated expressions. His handsome and perfect image suddenly collapsed in their hearts.

Look at Fang Ying again, but his face doesn’t change.

This aura and demeanor are obviously not on the same level...

at this time.

Fang Ying looked at Changsun Chong and said with a smile: "What does Mr. Changsun want to compete in the second game?"

"Compare to what? Haha!"

Changsun Chong sneered and said gloomily: "Right now, King Wei is holding a poetry meeting, so it is natural to compare it with poetry... Gao Yang just performed a sword dance, so we took this as the title and wrote a poem to compete for the top spot. Down!"

"I don't believe it. You can also be a master of poetry and music?"

"Fang Yiai, do you dare to accept it?"

Compare it to poetry...

Do you dare to take it...

Changsun Chong's arrogant declaration of war sounded like a thunder in the spring day, and the lingering sound could not dissipate for a long time.

Everyone looked at Fang Ying with pity and regret in their eyes.

In a high-end party like the Poetry Club, singing and dancing can only be regarded as supporting roles, and poetry is king. Otherwise, how can it be called a Poetry Club?

Fang Ying's flute music is amazing.

But if you compare it to poetry... it's a mystery, because poetry belongs to another brand-new field, and it is extremely demanding and difficult...

In this round, Fang Ying is probably over!

"Hehehe..."

What is unexpected is that, faced with such a difficult problem, Fang Ying not only did not get nervous, but actually relaxed and burst into laughter.

"Since Mr. Changsun wants to have some fun, then as you wish!"

Fang Ying looked at Changsun Chong playfully and said, "It's just that if you lose this round, you can't act shamelessly anymore."

"Hmph! Arrogant!"

Changsun Chong showed a proud look on his face: "Fang Yiai, I will let you come first in this round, lest others say that I am too weak to win."

A few days ago, on a whim, he composed a poem about swords at home, and the quality was good.

At this time, he deliberately asked Fang Ying to write the poem first, firstly to catch the other party off guard, and secondly to show his generosity in front of everyone.

Alas! Since you let me play the first shot, you have no chance to play... Fang Ying shook his head secretly.

Then he slammed the table and shouted: "Here comes the wine!"

This sound shocked everyone.

The maids of Prince Wei's palace who were standing quietly next to them realized what they were doing and were about to step forward.

Unexpectedly, Princess Yongjia picked up the jug.

"Erlang, I'll pour you some wine!"

She said something affectionately, then slowly approached Fang Ying, lowering her eyebrows and waiting for him to pour the wine.

The two of them were very close.

Fang Ying looked at the beautiful young woman in front of him and smelled the faint fragrance on her body. He suddenly felt hot all over and his breathing was short.

"Your Highness, there is no need to go to such trouble."

Fang Ying took the jug and laughed loudly: "I, the great Tang Dynasty man, drink wine from a big bowl and eat meat with big mouthfuls!"

After that, he raised his neck.

He didn't even use the wine glass, he just turned his mouth to the wine bottle and drank the wine directly.

As the sun set, the red rays of light shone on his burly figure. The clear wine flowed freely from his lips and wet the clothes on his chest...

This scene.

Princess Yongjia was stunned.

Her beautiful face was filled with a look of obsession, and those charming peach blossom eyes full of spring love were now in a state of confusion.

Bang!

Fang Ying placed the wine bottle heavily on the table.

Then he raised his head and looked at the beautiful Princess Gaoyang in front of him, his eyes narrowed involuntarily.

Compose a poem on the theme of sword dance...

There are so many poems in my mind, which one is suitable?

"Hahaha! Can't you hold it in?"

When Changsun Chong saw this, he burst out laughing: "Fang Yiai, I advise you to admit defeat. You still want to write poetry with your stick..."

The words are not finished yet.

Fang Ying had already stood up and sang loudly.

"You are forced to come here without freedom,"

"The dragon and the phoenix are so powerful that it's hard to stop them."

"The house was full of flowers and three thousand guests were drunk,"

"One sword frost-freezes fourteen states!"
Chapter completed!