Report to your majesty, the prince is courting death again

"Xu Da Shizi is so talented, we are so humble and admire him!"

At this time, someone from the Dongyu delegation couldn't help but ridicule Xu An.

Obviously, Xu An's ridicule just now almost devalued all of them. Now that he had the chance, he would naturally humiliate them severely.

Sure enough, many students from the Dongyu delegation also looked over, with playful eyes and sinister smiles.

"That's right, I have already said it just now, I am not targeting anyone, all of you who participated in the competition are garbage!"

Xu An held his head high, looked at the young man who was speaking and smiled: "This is still valid now!"

Hearing this, Zhao Gao, Wei Zizheng and others all turned pale and were too ashamed to see anyone.

Can't this idiot hear that he is speaking in a sarcastic way? He actually thought he was praising him? Extremely stupid.

"Haha, you'll know who is trash later."

The man looked at Xu An provocatively and said, "I hope Ambassador Xu can still laugh by then."

"Okay, I'll definitely laugh for you later."

Xu An fanned himself and looked at Qin Wenjian, "Brother Qin, I'm sincere to you. You should think about it carefully. It's much better to follow me than to follow Fan Mao."

"I can teach you everything, such as arithmetic, geometry, mechanical machinery, geographical maps, metal manufacturing, etc."

"No need." Qin Wenjian replied coldly with three words.

This bastard!

The people of the Dongyu delegation were furious when they saw this scene.

"The marking is complete, and the best poems have been selected."

At this time, Sun Diaosi's voice came, instantly pulling everyone's thoughts back, and they all looked at the platform.

I saw Kong Mingzhen, the chief priest of the Imperial College, came out, glanced at the whole audience, and said with a smile: "After the selection, the poem that finally stood out among dozens of test papers is... "Ode to the Great Peng"!"

"The Great Peng rises with the wind one day, soaring up to 90,000 miles."

"If it comes down when the wind stops, it can still stir up the water of the sea."

"People always see me as different, and they all sneer when they hear my big words."

"Xuanfu still fears the younger generation, and a man should not look down on the young."

Although Kong Mingzhen is over 60 years old, his voice is like a bell when he recites this poem.

After listening to it, everyone was shocked. The opening is full of passion and the ambition to soar to the sky makes people's blood boil.

"What a good poem! It writes about the arrogance and frivolity of young people, what a pity..." Emperor Yuan Kang subconsciously clenched his fists, with deep disappointment in his eyes.

At this time, he was already half disappointed. Under the influence of those old stubborn people, the scholars of Daqian were already old and decadent. Who could write such a vibrant poem?

As for Xu An, that little bastard, it was even more impossible. He had only been there for a short time...

This, I'm afraid it was written by Qin Wenjian, the young genius of Dongyu!

The queen also sighed slightly, and she agreed with the emperor's idea in her heart.

Zhao Gao, Wei Zizheng and others all lowered their heads after listening to the poem.

They boasted of their talents, but in front of such a masterpiece, they were not worth mentioning.

"Did you lose?"

On the city wall, Xiao Lan'er also smiled bitterly.

Losing to such a masterpiece, Daqian's literary world... lost well.

Xiao Yuanlang, Cheng Hu and others were also a little dejected.

"Who wrote this?"

After a moment, someone in the silent audience finally came back to their senses and couldn't help but say.

"I."

Xu An stood up, holding a folding fan in his hand, bowed to everyone, and said with a smile: "Sorry, I am so ugly. This poem was written by me, the young master."

The whole audience was stunned.

Everyone looked at Xu An as if they were looking at an idiot!

"Hahaha..."

Then, laughter spread throughout the audience, especially the Dongyu delegation, who laughed the most wantonly.

"Hand in the paper as soon as you go on stage. You wrote it? Hahaha... You really dare to admit it!"

"I am dying of laughter. Are all the Daqian scholars so ridiculous? This must have been written by our Senior Brother Qin!"

"If he really wrote this, I will eat this table directly!"

"..."

Hearing these taunts, even the emperor felt a little hot at this time.

Little bastard, at this time, you are still causing trouble for me, do you really think I dare not deal with you?

On the city wall, Xiao Lan'er clenched her fists in anger, her pretty face was cold. This idiot, he lost, and my Daqian literary world can afford to lose. Why do you have to be so embarrassed?

Wei Zizheng, Zhao Gao and others were also furious, wishing to eat Xu An alive.

If you want to embarrass yourself, do it yourself, don't drag my Daqian literary world into it with you.

Zhang Anshi, Qin Dehai and others were also watching this scene excitedly. The more this prodigal son danced, the more miserable his death would be when the competition was over.Fan Mao still stroked his long beard, but the sarcasm in his smile was already full.

Even Yuwen Hu, the prince of Dongyu who had been silent and had the lowest presence, shook his head slightly at this time. A playboy is a playboy, not to worry about!

Only the queen narrowed her eyes slightly when she heard the words, and suddenly she had a little expectation in her heart.

When in the palace, this little guy seemed to be like this, could it be... it was really him?

"Damn, I say, how can you people not even listen to the truth?"

Xu An was immediately unhappy, rolled up his sleeves and was about to talk to Xiao Yuanlang, who had already pulled him back, blushing and begging: "Brother, I called you brother, please shut up, don't do it again, okay, my sword can't be held down anymore..."

Xu An: "..."

Damn, you, a prince with thick eyebrows and big eyes, don't believe me?

After all the emotional fuss, I am the only one to perform a one-man show?

"Who wrote it? I will keep it a secret for now. Let's enjoy this poem first, and then we will tear off the name together and answer everyone's questions."

Fan Mao stood up with a smile, pointing to the paper in his hand and said, "This poem in my hand is also a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, and the name of the poem is "Sheng Sheng Man"."

"Searching, searching, cold and desolate, sad and miserable. When it is warm and cold, it is the most difficult to rest. Three cups and two glasses of light wine, how can they resist the wind in the evening! The geese are passing by, and I am sad, but they are old acquaintances."

"The yellow flowers are piled up on the ground, withered and damaged, who can pick them now? Guarding the window, how can I get dark alone! The parasol trees are accompanied by drizzle, and it drips at dusk. How can I describe this situation with just one word of sorrow!"

After listening to this poem, the whole audience fell into silence again.

The "Dapeng Fu" just now describes the youthful vigor and vitality, but this poem is just the opposite.

Every word of this poem is lingering, depressed, graceful and sad, as if you can hear a very sad person whispering. Before she opens her mouth, you can already hear her sadness, which makes people feel compassion...

One poem and one word, two different writing methods, expressing two different emotions, but equally shocking!

Even the emperor, the queen, and the princess Xiao Lan'er on the wall are immersed in it.

"So... this is what sorrow is!"

After a long time, someone sighed in a low voice.

"Hehe, maybe this poem was also written by the talented young master Xu!"

On the Dongyu envoy side, someone looked at Xu An and laughed sarcastically.

As soon as this was said, many people also laughed. Two different ways of writing poems and lyrics, unless he Xu An is a god, otherwise, how can he write it?

Damn, who is he looking down on?

Xu An was about to stand up, but was held down by Xiao Yuanlang, not allowing him to stand out again.

But can this be tolerated?

He Xu An can't tolerate it!

"Hey, old man Wei, if you have the guts, tear off the name and see if it's written by me."

Xu An said to Fan Mao.

"Well, tear off the name!"

Fan Mao handed the test paper to Emperor Yuan Kang with both hands and said with a smile: "This matter should be initiated by your majesty in person."

Emperor Yuan Kang was furious. Old thief Fan, you are killing people!

Emperor Yuan Kang had no expression on his face, but he was furious.

Tear off the name. If there is no name of a Daqian child in the poem, isn't it a slap in the face of him as an emperor?

It is said that he has no governance, which has led to the decline of Daqian's literary world. There is not even a person who can write a decent poem.

But the problem is that when the old fox Fan proposed this, he really had no reason to refuse.

As the emperor of Daqian, he should tear off the name and promote the younger generation. This kind of thing should be done by him, and he must do it.

Therefore, Fan Laozi's action was not only not inappropriate, but also very reasonable and there was nothing wrong with it.

"Okay, then I will tear up the blanks myself."

Emperor Yuan Kang could only suppress his dissatisfaction and took the two test papers with a smile.

The whole audience fell silent instantly.

Everyone's eyes fell on Emperor Yuan Kang.

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