The ultimate husband

Read The Ultimate Husband [by Skykissing wolf] Chapter 748 – Simon’s gazes grew colder.

Darryl did not look old enough, but he had a haughty tone.

“If that is the case, then we will have to be serious about the bet,” Darryl said with a smile. “If I were to lose, then I shall address your attendant as my master, but if I win, your wife shall address me as her master. There are many reporters here today, so don’t try to go back on your words.”

The audience burst into laughter.

“Does this kid think he will win for sure?”

“Yes, Mister Crescent is an elder from the Artemis Sect, and he has written many well-known poems. Who is this kid compared to him?”

“This young man has no idea that there are many talented people here. He thinks that he is the best!”

When he heard the whispers from the crowd, Simon laughed and said, “As an elder from the Artemis Sect, I shall honor my words.”

Simon’s wife, Summer, also nodded as she chuckled. Summer was a well-known and talented lady who was proficient in musical instruments, chess, calligraphy and painting. She was definitely not willing to address Darryl as her master. She did not think that her husband would lose.

Darryl laughed and took a step forward. “If that is the case, then let’s talk about the topic. Who shall decide on the topic?”

A reporter walked forward and said with a smile, ” For the sake of fairness, let the reporters come up with the topic. I am from the Lantian Daily. Perhaps I can come up with one?”

The crowd nodded.

fair. Hence no one would object if the reporters were to set

and Darryl also nodded. “Okay, then you

bamboo in it. He said, “Since ancient

“Good one!”

The crowd nodded again.

laughed and said, “That is a

Whoever can write the better poem before one incense burnt out shall be

stick of incense and

work to create something on the spot, especially a new

Darryl laughed and stepped forward. He announced, “I have already written

was merely enough to take a dozen breaths,

poem out loud so that everyone can

read the poem

deep breath before he began to recite his poem, like how ancient scholars would have done. “My root grows deep between the rocks as I anchor myself in the woods, though the wind blew in all directions, I

in the early Qing Dynasty. Darryl was reminded of the

short stanza made the audience fall

they repeatedly recited the poem