The waste prince is so fierce

After entering the second floor, Li Quan discovered that there was more than just Zhou Shangkun.

Basically, those who offered more than 100,000 taels of silver included Marco Bo, a merchant from the Western Regions, Qi Tai, a grain merchant, and Sun Wujiu, the son of Sun Fan, a salt merchant.

Except for Marco Bo, the other two are Zhou Shangkun's lackeys.

"Your Highness the Ninth Prince, if you are afraid, just speak up earlier."

"Now it's time to compete in writing."

Li Quan didn't even look at Zhou Shangkun, but reached out and picked up the cherries on the table.

"What shall we take as the subject?"

Zhou Shangkun found three other fruits on the table.

"Why don't we just recite a poem and answer it, and there must be three kinds of fruits. What do you think?"

Li Quan smiled slightly.

"Who asked you? Mingyue, tell me."

Zhou Shangkun's eyes were almost blazing with anger. He had been bullied several times by Li Quan tonight, and he wished he could rush up and bite this guy to death.

Just when it seemed like success, it turned defeat into victory with just a small stone.

Zhou Shangkun felt worse than if his parents had died.

Mingyue saw Li Quan playing with the cherries and picked up some cherries as well.

"Since everyone prefers cherries, why not use persimmons as the theme?"

Zhou Shangkun's face turned even greener. Since the topic is persimmons, what do you think about cherries?

Zhou Shangkun secretly swore in his heart that if he could get this woman, he would make her life worse than death...

"Ms. Mingyue is indeed a talented woman. Even her choice of topic is so unconventional."

Li Quan smiled slightly.

"Then I will come first."

Zhou Shangkun clapped his hands.

"Did you hear that? The Ninth Prince is going to make a fool of himself."

Several people laughed, but Li Quan didn't care at all.

"The red persimmon seeds attract peacocks to visit. The old man is short-sighted, but he compares the phoenix to the peacock!"

People have a feeling that they don't understand the meaning of the poem when they first listen to it, but they feel like they are the people in the poem when they listen to it again.

This is not a poem!

This clearly compares Zhou Shangkun to a blind old man. Li Quan smiled coldly.

"It's not a good job, please forgive me."

Although the writing is not very neat, the words are bold and even Mingyue is attracted to it.

Although the red persimmons are mortal creatures, they can attract the divine bird Phoenix.

How could a mortal see a divine bird and mistake it for a phoenix? It is both funny and ironic.

Marco was the first to clap.

"I've heard that Dakang is full of talented people, and now it seems to be true."

Sun Wujiu and Qi Tai also wanted to praise him. If they were not worried about Zhou Shangkun getting angry, they would have given him a thumbs up long ago.

Mingyue praised him even more.

"Do you all think that the Ninth Prince used persimmons as a metaphor? In fact, the phoenix came down to earth to find the phoenix gall."

"Even the phoenix mistook the persimmon for the phoenix gallbladder, which shows how noble the persimmon is."

Li Quan smiled indifferently. Zhou Shangkun could no longer sit still and thought of dozens of anecdotes related to persimmons in his mind.

He hasn't even used his normal attack yet, but his opponent has already used his ultimate move!

Zhou Shangkun's face looked extremely ugly.

"It seems that the girl's taste is just like this."

"Except for the gorgeous words, it's basically just a bunch of nonsense. I could have written this kind of poem when I was five years old."

Li Quan looked at Zhou Shangkun.

"I bet you can't do it by the age of five."

Zhou Shangkun slammed the table.

"I respect you as the Ninth Prince, but please don't push your luck."

"How can such a thing be accepted by a saint?"

Li Quan found that this guy was so shameless that he even compared himself to a saint.

But it’s better this way, let the saint teach him.

"Let's make a bet. Let everyone here be the judge. Whoever loses will stand on the window and shout three times, 'I am not a scholar.'"

"How is it?"

The Dakang Dynasty emphasized military power over culture, which led to the gradual decline of literati and poets.

Nowadays, people are proud of being well-read. As long as you call yourself a scholar, you will be looked at with envy everywhere.

Li Quan has played a big trick this time. If I shout out that I am not a scholar, I will probably be despised by everyone.

Zhou Shangkun sneered.

"How difficult is that? Tell me."

Seeing that he agreed, Li Quan directly asked the question.

"Everyone, what I just wrote was clearly a lyric, who said it was a poem?"

Zhou Shangkun always thought that Li Quan wrote poetry, but everyone else could see that Li Quan wrote lyrics.

Marco was the first to admit it, followed by Mingyue.

Sun Wujiu also nodded, and Li Quan seized the opportunity.

"See? No one takes this as a poem. Why are you so stupid?"

Zhou Shangkun fell into the trap set by Li Quan again. His face looked extremely ugly and he clenched his fists.

"Okay, I say!"

When Zhou Shangkun walked to the window, his legs were already weak and he gritted his teeth.

“I’m not a scholar!”

The sound was not loud, but several people heard it and pointed.

Li Quan was very satisfied. Since he was not a scholar, how could he enter the second floor?

Zhou Shangkun directly counterattacked.

"It is true that I did not learn well just now. Ninth Prince, do you dare to compete with me again?"

Zhou Shangkun was completely led into a ditch by Li Quan and forgot the purpose of coming to the second floor.

Li Quan responded directly.

"Tell me, what do you want me to compete with you in?"

Zhou Shangkun walked to the side and tore the curtain apart with force, revealing various musical instruments inside.

"I will compete with you in choosing any of these instruments and make everyone convinced!"

Li Quan discovered that the most elegant of these instruments was the konghou.

"Of course you can, but the ancients said that music should linger in the ears for three days."

"You and I will open the windows and see whose music attracts more passers-by."

Mingyue clapped her hands.

"There's a busy city downstairs, so we can better compare our skills."

Sun Wujiu moved closer to Qi Tai.

“Can he play an instrument?”

Qi Tai almost laughed out loud.

"Others don't know, but don't you know?"

"What else can the Ninth Prince do besides eating, drinking and having fun?"

"Even if he knows a piece of music, it's probably something like Eighteen Touches, so there's nothing to worry about. But Master Zhou is different. He once studied with the head teacher of the Imperial Music Bureau."

Li Quan had already figured out Zhou Shangkun's routine, so he held out his hand and let him play first.

Zhou Shangkun picked up the pipa and played it slowly.

"This is Cao Xueqing's farewell song."

"No one has played it since Mr. Cao passed away. It's really amazing."

Mingyue was also shocked. She thought Zhou Shangkun only knew how to eat, drink and have fun, but he could do this.

I couldn't help but applaud.

Sure enough, someone stopped downstairs. Although he didn't know what elegant piece of music was being played, he was pointing and commenting, which made Zhou Shangkun particularly satisfied.

Li Quan stretched out his hand and placed it on the konghou.

Suddenly the strings were plucked, and a masculine force emanated, but then the strings were retracted, becoming as feminine as a resentful woman.

The two alternate like yin and yang.

The difference was immediately apparent; the sound seemed to pierce the eardrums and strike the soul.

The sound of the piano became more and more urgent, like raindrops falling on your face. More and more people gathered around, and Li Quan's piano sound drowned out the farewell song.

The words are gentle and stunning, and seem to be surprising.

Marco's face was full of disbelief.

"Is this song Tears of Flowers by the former master Wang Chong?"

Zhou Shangkun slammed the table.

"You're cheating!"