Suit yourselves

  He swept a glance at the enchanting and captivating butterfly-like figure, then turned his head to face Xiao Gong and said, "How about it? Shall we go have a couple of bowls?"

  Xiao Gong smiled wryly, he understood what Yue Feng meant by "drink two bowls", but he didn't refuse either. After all, he had lost the bet and lost badly. It took him a whole year to figure it out.

  "Let's just go with what Feng Shao said."

  The butterfly-like woman looked at Xiao Gong with a mixture of amusement and surprise: "Xiao Gong, isn't wine your favorite? Why do you look so troubled now?"

  "Go! Go get us some wine." Yī Fēng said to a young man not far away, as if he were the master here and the young man was his servant.

  The young man was shocked, but he saw Xiao Gong nodding in agreement, and only then did he glare at Yi Feng with a gloomy face, reluctantly going to fetch the wine.

  "Haha... Yifeng, it seems like you've offended someone! Hehe, I'm afraid you're in trouble, this young man is quite powerful." Dieyun couldn't help but laugh, she found this youth more and more interesting.

  Yi Feng sneered, his eyes curling up in a disdainful smile: This young man had been staring at him with those androgynous eyes since he walked in, as if he and his mother were super close or something. When it came to people who were hostile towards him, Yi Feng always followed the principle of striking back mercilessly, leaving them dead and unable to recover.

  Yi Feng stopped talking and walked to the nearest table, sat down slowly with a sly smile on his face, which made Butterfly Yun laugh.

  This young man indeed has something different from ordinary people.

  Yi Feng took the wine jug from the slender youth's hand, rotated the small wine cup on the table, poured himself a cup, and lightly sipped it. The mellow aroma at the entrance made him exclaim: "Good wine."

  The butterfly-like woman smiled and said, "Can the tribute wine from the imperial palace be bad?"

  "Oh, right. This brother who looks quite rugged. Go get a few more jars. I'll pack them up and take them away later." Yī Fēng said to the slender young man.

  The butterfly's rhyme was suddenly lost in laughter. Looking at the still somewhat handsome but angry young man, she helplessly shook her head and lightly opened her red lips to say, "No way!"

  The woman's aura, which seemed to be both angry and resentful, made the man who had been secretly observing him take a deep breath of cool air, and the flames that had been suppressed in his heart burst forth once again.

  "Petty!" Yi Feng looked at Die Yun Ru with great disdain, his tone of contempt making all the men present want to slap him to death.

  Xiao Gong saw this scene, and in his heart, he couldn't help but smile bitterly: This kid, actually dares to mock anyone. Dares to scold anyone. First it was Yu Dajia, now it's Die Yunruo. Thinking about it, himself doesn't seem like much in his eyes.

  Xiao Gong glanced at the small wine cup on the table and, of course, wouldn't reach out to take it. He said to someone beside him, "Go get a large bowl."

  Yi Feng heard this sentence, a smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth: This old guy is quite reliable. Since that's the case, Ben Shao won't have you loudly scolding your mother anymore.

  Dieyun stared at Xiao Gong as he filled the large bowl, which could hold a full jin of wine, to the brim with liquor. She was utterly bewildered: what on earth were these two up to?! Was Xiao Gong going to drink from this huge bowl or something?!

  "Haha, Xiao Gong is indeed a man. I salute you." Yi Feng raised his small cup and gently clinked it against Xiao Gong's large bowl, then drank it all in one gulp.

  However, everyone's attention was not on Yifeng, but rather the surrounding silence, with each and every one staring at Xiao Gong in a daze. Only to see the normally refined and elegant Xiao Gong, actually being as rough and vulgar as a peddler, pouring wine into his mouth with a big gulp. This appearance, is simply no different from that of a starving commoner.

  Everyone rubbed their eyes hard, staring at the scene in front of them in disbelief: Is this Xiao Gong?! The usually elegant and refined Xiao Gong, how could he make such a vulgar move?!

  "Haha! Xiao Gong, well done! This is what a real man should be like. Drinking big mouthfuls of wine and cursing loudly. How heroic! This is the temperament a man should have." Yi Feng's eyes were filled with admiration as he looked at Xiao Gong, never expecting that this old fellow could still pull off being a man so well.

  Butterfly rhyme surprised Xiao Gong's behavior, and at the same time, couldn't help but feel a little funny: can only be called a man by drinking heavily and scolding loudly? Your thinking logic is really unique.

  "Cough...cough..."

  Xiao Gong still wasn't used to drinking like this and was choked by the liquor. The wine in his mouth also sprayed out.

  "Xiao Gong, slow down a bit. No one is rushing you, and no one is competing with you." Yi Feng patted Xiao Gong's back, his expression as concerned as could be.

  Damn it! If you hadn't forced me, would I have had to resort to this?! Son of a bitch, you're taking advantage of me and still acting smart.

  Xiao Gong couldn't help but curse inwardly, facing this kid, even with his good temper, he couldn't help but scold. The kid was right, after drinking a lot of wine, he would scold loudly. Now he wanted to scold again.

  "Xiao Gong, what's this?"

  Butterfly rhyme looked at Xiao Gong's face, which was flushed with redness, and couldn't help but ask in confusion. Today's Xiao Gong is too abnormal since facing this kid. That proud bone in his body has disappeared completely.

  "Hehe, Feng Shao is a young and talented man. I just lost to him in terms of talent." Xiao Gong smiled slightly, although he didn't want to say it out loud. But if he didn't say it, his previous behavior would be enough for them to speculate wildly.

  "What?!"

  Even with her calm and composed demeanor, she couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. Although he knew that Yu Feng had some talent, he didn't expect him to have defeated Xiao Gong before. No wonder he was so fearless and dared to make a bet with himself.

  It's just that, although this sentence was spoken by Xiao Gong himself, he looked at Yi Feng with a strange gaze one after another. None of them thought that this damn kid could defeat Xiao Gong. After all, as the peak of poets, they didn't think that a half-grown teenager could beat him.

  "Xiao Gong, if this kid had any power, you would just say so and wouldn't need to find such an unbelievable excuse. Your learning is renowned throughout the land, who can surpass it?" The slender man finally couldn't help but speak up to Xiao Gong.

  "Heh heh, I'm telling the truth, what can I do if you don't believe me?" Xiao Gong said with a bitter smile, which made people think that Xiao Gong was threatened by Yi Feng's sharpness, and they all looked at him with anger.

  "Little kid, I'd love to have a match with you!" The slender man said coldly, staring at Yi Feng with a provocative tone.

  "You want to compete with me? Haha, what? Martial arts? Literary talent?" Yī Fēng looked at the little clown in front of him with great amusement.

  "Hmph, you want to compare martial arts with me? I'll play along. But for now, let's have a contest of literary talent instead. How about it? Dare or not?" The slender man looked at Yi Feng with disdain and provoked him.

  Yī Fēng was taken aback, just as he was about to speak, when he heard the gentle and melodious voice of Dié Yùn say with a smile: "Yī Fēng, if you're afraid, it's okay to admit it. Hehe, after all, he is a famous poet in the empire, and the emperor himself has conferred upon him the title of viscount."

  A flash of surprise flickered in Yī Fēng's eyes. But at the same time, he also understood why poets were developing so rapidly on the continent at such a young age. With just a few points of talent, they could mix and match to become viscounts. Enough to make countless people flock to them like ducks. No wonder the flower boat industry was developing with such splendor.

  Poets are just those who like to use their somewhat scholarly talents to go everywhere seeking pleasure and having fun.

  "Haha, zither, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and song. You can choose any one you like. As long as you win me in one item, I will jump into the river now. Similarly, if none of you can beat me, all of you should jump into the river? How about that?"

  Yi Feng's words instantly stirred up a thousand waves, and one by one, they glared at Yi Feng with indignation, as if they had suffered the greatest insult.