"Hahaha..."
A string of silver-bell laughter broke the solemn silence.
Long Jingxiu laughed so hard she swayed, her starry eyes fixed on Xu Yi, sparkling with delight.
This handsome fellow was growing more and more to her liking.
"Feng Jiu, if you're dissatisfied, why not have a contest with Xu Yi? How about I set the topic?"
Long Jingxiu's beautiful face seemed to glow.
Feng Jiu's face turned ashen. Last time, because he hadn't known Autumn River Snowy Night, Long Jingxiu had humiliated him. Afterward, he'd put in a great deal of effort memorizing Yu Jizi's poems.
This time, when he ran into Long Jingxiu, he'd suddenly changed his tune precisely because he had memorized Yu Jizi's poems and wasn't afraid of being quizzed on the spot.
But composing a poem about a given object was still impossible for him.
Although he was sure that the bastard called Xu Yi was just as full of hot air as he was, with his status, rashly entering the contest and competing to see who was worse would be a tremendous loss of face.
Xu Yi smiled. "Lord Long, you're joking. As I said, my literary talent was Heaven-bestowed. Young Master Feng Jiu can't hold a candle to me. Why make things difficult for him? Lords Tu Min and Jiuhuang, you don't need to glare at me. If you're dissatisfied, you can enter the contest yourselves. If I lose, I'll slit my own throat on the spot and apologize to the world."
If there had been a mirror in front of him, Xu Yi would have seen just how outrageously arrogant he looked.
But he was doing it on purpose.
Behind all that arrogance was one thing: "making a name for himself."
Whether in combat prowess or literary talent, at the moment, all