Women dressed as men: powerful officials

Chapter 261 Lottery

The two people were at loggerheads, with tensions rising.

Qi Shengxin looked at Xu Yuan, and the worry in his eyes was not fake.

As for the Northern Yuan Dynasty, it is a joke.

It seems that Xu Yuan has made a decision in his mind.

Thinking of this, he moved closer to the backrest and watched the excitement in front of him leisurely.

Song Xiuwen had a bad temper, and how could he tolerate Xu Yuan's provocation?

But the Northern Yuan Dynasty is here.

Even if he couldn't bear it anymore, Song Xiuwen had to endure it.

Song Xiuwen clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, "I'm talking to the prince, what does it have to do with you?"

"But in Wenhua Palace, I am only half-reader of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, right, Mr. Song? Or does Mr. Song think there is anyone who can compare to me?"

After these words were spoken, everyone in Wenhua Palace fell silent.

Wenhua Palace is not an ordinary private school. The content taught here is based on the Six Arts of a Gentleman.

Therefore, the assessment is more rigorous.

Xu Yuan is very talented and is great at writing poetry, but that doesn't mean she is excellent in other aspects.

Rites, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy and mathematics.

It's impossible that you are good at making every wish, right?

If this is true, it is not Song Xiuwen who is being humiliated, but the entire Wenhua Palace students who are being humiliated.

Song Xiuwen was still worried about not having a chance to humiliate Xu Yuan, but when he heard this, he immediately said, "Xu Yuan, you are so arrogant, why don't we have a competition?"

"But why should I compete with you?" Xu Yuan tilted his head and looked at Song Xiuwen.

"If you don't compete, then you don't dare."

"Competing with a gentleman is called learning from each other, but competing with a villain is called humiliating oneself. I am not a fool."

Make a wish with a smile in your eyes.

It seemed that many people in Wenhua Palace had forgotten how she had not entered the Cultural Palace before.

Since Song Xiuwen really wanted to make trouble, she would accompany him one by one.

Xu Yuan stood up and said in a neither humble nor arrogant tone: "Has everyone forgotten the assessment of Wenhua Palace? Young Master Song was able to bribe the masters of Wenhua Palace in the past, so he can also settle the competition today, right?"

"Yes, I remember everything that happened before. At that time, I was wondering how the top of the Poetry Pavilion could not even pass the assessment of the Wenhua Palace!"

"That's right. I don't know how Song Xiuwen has the nerve to bring up the competition again."

"Yeah, competing with such a villain is just like shooting yourself in the foot, isn't it?"

"Nonsense, Young Master Song is both civil and military, his knowledge is obvious to all in Wenhua Palace. On the other hand, Xu Yuan is just a country bumpkin, not worthy of being on the stage."

Some people support Xu Yuan, while others support Song Xiuwen.

It’s just that Song Xiuwen’s reputation is really bad, and the few students who spoke for Song Xiuwen are all Song Xiuwen’s good friends, commonly known as birds of a feather.

In response to the doubts, Xu Yuan simply brought up the Northern Yuan Dynasty indifferently.

"My Lord, do you mean that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is short-sighted and chose a useless person as his study partner?"

As soon as Xu Yuan said this, the man who had previously said that Xu Yuan was a country bumpkin turned pale.

Damn it, how could he have forgotten.

Prince Bei Yuan is also here.

But it's too late...

Although the prince is kind, since this concerns the royal family, he cannot afford to criticize Xu Yuan.

Thinking of this, his legs softened and he knelt on the ground, kowtowed and begged for mercy: "Your Highness, please forgive me!"

Bei Yuan raised his eyes and said in a bad tone: "Today I am still here, and you are still talking like this. When I am not in Wenhua Palace in the future, will you still eat Xu Yuan alive?"

The prince was so angry that even Song Xiuwen was surprised.

In the study, everyone knelt down together.

Including Qi Shengxin.

Song Xiuwen trembled and defended himself, "Your Highness, I just wanted to compete with Xu Yuan to see if he really has talent. If he is, we will all be happy. If he is not, Your Highness should not be deceived."

Xu Yuan curled his lips and smiled coldly: "Mr. Song, what you said is still the same meaning."

Song Xiuwen is quite amazing as he can express the same meaning in different words.

Having learned from the previous lesson, Song Xiuwen did not speak casually.

He understood.

The Northern Yuan Dynasty was partial to making wishes.

No matter what he said, Bei Yuan would protect Xu Yuan.

In that case, he would make Xu Yuan lose face in Wenhua Palace and never be able to stay there again.

Song Xiuwen said: "Xuyuan, you must be very confident when you say that. How about we have a competition?"

Xu Yuan looked at Song Xiuwen without saying anything.

"You don't dare, do you?"

"The competition in Wenhua Palace is not just about poetry and painting. Xu Yuan may be talented, but he may not be able to beat Mr. Song in other aspects."

"Yes, Mr. Song is also a famous talent in the capital. He is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. He is also very good at riding horses, throwing pots and shooting arrows."

After all, he was the son of a military general. Although he was a scholar, he had been practicing martial arts since he was a child.

For a while, there was a lot of discussion in Wenhua Palace.

Making a wish seems to be unconscious.

Just when everyone thought Xu Yuan was about to give up, Xu Yuan spoke up: "Okay, I'll compete with you, but this matter should also be priced in, right? If there is no benefit, why should I waste my time?"

Several students who originally wanted to cheer for Xu Yuan were choked.

They even wanted to ask whether it was more important to defeat Song Xiuwen or to win the prize.

If Xuyuan knew this question, he would definitely say, "I got the lottery ticket."

She really needed this chance.

She needs Song Xiuwen to leave Wenhua Palace.

"The lottery, that's so simple."

Xu Yuan's words were exactly what Song Xiuwen wanted. He looked at Xu Yuan with a determined look in his eyes and challenged him: "How about this? If anyone loses, they should kneel down and say that they are not as skilled as the other person, and they need to avoid the other person in the future. How about that?"

"not good."

Song Xiuwen's face changed, thinking Xu Yuan was going to default on his promise, and he immediately said, "Why, are you afraid of losing? However, I am a magnanimous person, you can admit defeat now, just tell everyone that you are not as skilled as others, and I don't need you to kowtow."

"I mean, this is not a good bet."

Xu Yuan looked at Song Xiuwen, stood up and said, "Whoever loses will leave Wenhua Palace, how about that?"

Song Xiuwen looked at Xu Yuan and felt a little hesitant.

The others also fell silent because of the words "make a wish".

They knew very well what leaving Wenhua Palace meant.

This is the shortest way to enter the court.

It is also the best way.

Their noble status and prominent position are all due to their family background. In other words, it is not them who study in Wenhua Palace, but the aristocratic families behind them.

Once you leave Wenhua Palace, you will be of no use and will be abandoned by the family.

Qi Shengxin said: "Making a wish, the stakes are too high, and..."

Moreover, Xu Yuan had finally entered Wenhua Palace with great difficulty, how could he leave because of a bet?

"Yeah, forget it."

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is still here. Forget it, forget it."

Everyone followed Qi Shengxin to dissuade him.

Only Bei Yuan smiled and said, "It was Song Xiuwen who started the trouble. If we want to let it go, he should be the one who says let it go. He should be the one who says he admits defeat."

Song Xiuwen felt a chill in his heart.

Bei Yuan’s meaning was very clear, he wanted to help make a wish.

Song Xiuwen could be an enemy of Xu Yuan, but he did not dare to be an enemy of the Northern Yuan Dynasty.

Just when he was about to take advantage of the situation to back down.

On the other side, Xu Yuan laughed and said, "Mr. Song, you are the eldest son of the Grand Commandant's Mansion, but now you are so cowardly that you want to admit defeat before we even talk about the competition. Fortunately, it was your father who led the troops to the north. If it was you, I'm afraid..."

"Snapped!"

Song Xiuwen slammed the table with his palm and looked at Xu Yuan with red eyes of anger.

"Let's compete. Who's afraid of who? Today, I, Song Xiuwen, will accompany you to the end. According to what you said, whoever loses will take the initiative to leave Wenhua Palace. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will be the witness!"