Chapter 317 (1/2)

Ping Yang looked at Fang Zhengzhi weirdly. She wondered to herself, Is this guy really so charismatic?

Yan Xiu found it weird as well, but he did not say anything.

When Wen Dabao looked at Fang Zhengzhi, his eyes were filled with admiration and jealousy. This man is the master!

Fang Zhengzhi was taken aback as well. He did not want to flirt with her. More importantly, he was neither rich nor powerful.

More importantly, he did not know how to play music.

What was Immortal Tune trying to do?

”Young Master Fang, drink up.” Immortal Tune raised her gla.s.s and gulped the wine down without waiting for Fang Zhengzhi.

Fang Zhengzhi looked at the gla.s.s in front of him. He thought about it, then drank up.

All of the other talents wanted to kill Fang Zhengzhi when they saw him hesitate. He already had the girl, yet he still wanted to feign innocence.

Wu Feng stood quietly in his original position.

Even though he was ignored, he still had to maintain his composure. He felt that even if Immortal Tune ignored him for now, she would come back to him in the end.

Yes...

She will.

”Young Master Fang, are you not going to invite me to sit down?” Immortal Tune asked.

”Plonk!” Wu Feng's legs turned to jelly as he fell back into his seat. His face was completely red. He did not know what happened.

Where did he go wrong?

He was asked to meet the Emperor! Furthermore, he was higher ranked than Fang Zhengzhi on the Rising Dragon Roll. Most importantly, he was a talented musician.

He had all the advantages.

But he lost.

He had been completely schooled.

Hallucination, this must be a hallucination.

Wu Feng rubbed his eyes and looked at Immortal Tune. He saw that Immortal Tune was taking a seat at Fang Zhengzhi's table. She even filled Fang Zhengzhi's cup.

No way!

Wu Feng could not take it any longer.

He had been stymied at every turn. Each one was completely unexpected and illogical. The plan had been perfect. He had the initiative and the advantage, but the truth was cruel.

”Fang Zhengzhi, with so many talents and beauties here, would you engage me in a poetry compet.i.tion in the spirit of this intellectual meet? You can choose the topic.” Wu Feng raged.

It was a pity that this was an intellectual meet and not a martial one. If not, he would challenge Fang Zhengzhi and destroy him.

”Poetry?” Fang Zhengzhi looked at Wu Feng.

”That's right. You can choose the topic.” Wu Feng nodded confidently. He knew that Fang Zhengzhi would not compete with him in music. His only chance was to engage Fang Zhengzhi in an intellectual duel.

”Nope.” Fang Zhengzhi rejected him.

”Why? This is an intellectual meet!” Wu Feng could not understand. He was already giving Fang Zhengzhi the advantage, why would Fang Zhengzhi reject him?

”But I cam to listen to music.” Fang Zhengzhi chewed on a nut and replied flatly.

”You... how about we compete based on couplets? I saw your script before. If you're not willing to compete in poetry, how about couplets?” Wu Feng grit his teeth.

”Nope.”

”Why not?”

”I already told you before. I came to listen to music. Stop annoying me.” Fang Zhengzhi said dismissively.

”Hehehe...” Immortal Tune chuckled to herself, her hand covering her mouth.

Ping Yang's laughter was much more maniacal.

”Hahaha!!” She did not even try to keep her volume down.

Even Yan Xiu cracked a smile. It was almost as if all the unhappiness flooded out of him in that instant.

Wen Dabao wanted to laugh too. However, he knew that he was not as good as Fang Zhengzhi. He could not afford to antagonize Wu Feng.

As such, he blushed.

He was trying to suppress his laughter.

Wu Feng's expression darkened. It was even darker than charcoal.

”Since Young Master Fang is here to listen to music, I have composed a few new songs. I wonder if you are willing to walk with me?” Immortal Tune chuckled, then said.

The entire loft fell silent when they heard this.

All of the talents looked at Fang Zhengzhi in disbelief.

They could not understand where Fang Zhengzhi got his luck from. He did not strum any strings, hit any drum, blow into any flute. He did not even compose a poem.

Even so...

Immortal Tune invited him into her private chambers?

Could the world be any more unfair?!