C623 Art (2/2)

”A civil or military duel?” Ye Qingfeng's eyes were full of ridicule.

Xiahou Chun said coldly, as he said arrogantly, ”As a member of the Great Yan Emperor Clan, I, Xiahou Chun, have read many poems and am rich.

”Alright!” Ye Qingfeng suddenly clapped: ”Then let's fight!”

”How do we fight?”

Ye Qingfeng said with a smile: ”It's very simple, I'll be going in pairs. If you want to go in the right direction, there are two chances of failure.”

”Good!” You go first! ” Xiahou Chun's eyes were filled with disdain. He had countless of ancient books of poetry in his royal library, many of them coming from outside the Southern Wilderness. How could Ye Qingfeng, a trash from a small country, fight against him?

”The dragon does not roar, the tiger does not roar. The little crown prince is laughable.” Ye Qingfeng smiled.

blinked her beautiful eyes. Wen Dou, isn't this Ye Qingfeng asking for a beating?

The Ancient Kingdom's collection was terrifyingly abundant.

Xiahou Chun said indifferently: ”You are just a mere ant and yet do not show any signs of life.”

”Good!” ”As expected of the eighth prince's son, come at me!”

Xiahou Chun turned around and laughed coldly, ”My dignity, shows off all the courage of a tiger.”

”You are despicable, showing off half of your head.” Ye Qingfeng smiled.

Ling Yuxuan secretly snorted. Vulgar.

Xiahou Chun flashed a cold light, and within a few minutes, he consecutively said more than ten pairs of words, all of which were answered by Ye Qingfeng calmly.

”I'll do it.” Ye Qingfeng said with a smile: ”Flowers and leaves, emerald red, Lieutenant Wei Si is willing to help, does not teach rain or wind, it is clear and cold.”

Xiahou Chun fell into deep thought and for a moment, he was stumped.