Report to your majesty, the prince is courting death again

"The Ode to the Great Peng fully describes the youthful vigor and ambition, which is very much to my liking. Tear off the name, no matter who the creator is, I will give him a generous reward!"

Emperor Yuan Kang smiled warmly and raised his hand to tear off the name: "Let me see, the creator of the Ode to the Great Peng is..."

Emperor Yuan Kang was already stunned before the name was read out!

Then, his breathing became heavy and rapid, and his hands began to tremble slightly.

And his eyes were fixed on the name, blinking again and again, fearing that he had read it wrong.

——Xu An!

Those two words are Xu An.

"This... is this really that evil creature? It's actually that evil creature?"

"Such vigorous and ambitious poems, actually came from this guy?"

"That's right, that little evil creature is a man who is not afraid of anything. In terms of vigor and vitality, who can compare with him!"

Emperor Yuan Kang clutched the test paper, his dull face gradually flushed, he couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha... good, very good, very good!"

Everyone was stunned when they saw this scene.

Your Majesty, is it possible that you have gone crazy after seeing a poem that was not written by a Daqian child?

"Your Majesty."

The queen also looked at Emperor Yuan Kang nervously. She knew very well that Emperor Yuan Kang attached great importance to the Daqian literary world, and was afraid that the emperor would really get into trouble.

"Hahaha... I'm fine, I'm happy!"

Emperor Yuan Kang raised the test paper in his hand high, and his clear voice spread throughout the audience: "I declare that the creator of Dapeng Fu is... Daqian Xu An!"

Daqian Xu An!

Four words, like thunder, echoed back and forth in the field.

Everyone was stunned when they heard this name!

Fan Mao was waiting for the emperor to make a fool of himself with a smile, but his smile froze on his face, and he almost said, "Did you say it wrong?"

Zhang Anshi and Qin Dehai were waiting for Xu An to fail, so that they could join forces with the imperial censors in the court and beat them to death with a combination of punches.

Now when they heard this, the two of them were petrified on the spot, and they felt thunder rolling in their heads!

This is impossible!

Xu An?

How could it be Xu An?

He is a prodigal son, how could he write poetry? There must be something wrong, this is impossible!

The two couldn't believe it was true.

On the city wall, when Xiao Lan'er heard Emperor Yuan Kang shout out Xu An's name, she was so shocked that she covered her thin lips, her face full of shock.

Xu An?

This gangster didn't lie?

The poem "Ode to the Great Peng" was actually written by him?

Is it true? !

She still couldn't believe it.

Qin Wenjian looked at Xu An suddenly, and his handsome face was full of surprise.

It was really him? The poem about the beauty in Mingyue Tower must have been written by him, not by someone else?

But, how is this possible? How long has he been standing in front of the desk? I'm afraid it's not even a cup of tea.

In such a short time, he could actually write this masterpiece?

Yuwen Hu suddenly sat up straight, staring at Xu An with a sharp look. It seems that he was wrong. This guy turned out to be a pig playing pig to eat tiger.

Zhao Gao, Wei Zizheng and others also widened their eyes, with unbelievable faces.

Xu An? How could it be Xu An? How could it be Xu An!

They could accept that the author of this poem was anyone, but not Xu An, a prodigal son, a divine poem, on what basis? Does he deserve it?

He doesn't deserve it!

Everyone on the Dongyu delegation was also speechless. The few people who had been shouting the loudest just now had red and purple faces, as if they had been slapped hard.

Xu An, it was really him!

And they had been treated like monkeys by him all along.

Xiao Yuanlang still held Xu An tightly with both hands, but his whole body was stiff at this time. He wanted to say something, but his mouth was trembling but he couldn't speak.

It turned out that his good friend really had such a skill.

It turned out that his good friend was really someone who could write such a righteous poem.

And he didn't believe him!

He believed in himself and always thought of himself, but he didn't believe him? He even thought he was embarrassing. What kind of friend was he?

Cheng Hu and a group of military sons were also stunned. They didn't know whether the poem was good or not, but seeing the faces of the people now, they knew one thing very well: my brother is awesome!

The queen had already jumped to the side of the emperor, and her face was full of excitement when she saw the familiar name.

Not bad, I didn't disappoint you!

Xu Xiao rubbed his hands, his face twisted, because he was trying to hold back his laughter. The emperor laughed so exaggeratedly, and he couldn't laugh more exaggeratedly than the emperor, so he had to hold back...

At this moment, he felt so happy in his heart!

Haha, who said I'm Xu Popi? My son is an extremely powerful scholar.

"Look at you all...Everyone, what's with that expression?"

Xu An came out and clapped his hands vigorously: "Hey, hey, hey, come back to your senses, I told you a long time ago that it was written by me, but you still don't believe it. Your face is swollen now, right?"

"Who is that from Dongyu? Yes, I'm talking about you, look here."

Xu An raised his hand and waved at the young man from Dongyu who had just humiliated him, showing a big smile: "I smiled at you, what do you think? Are you surprised? Are you surprised?"

Hearing this, the faces of the Dongyu envoys suddenly flushed. They wanted to refute, but they didn't dare to say a word.

Everyone looked at Xu An's arrogance, and their faces twitched. This guy is really murderous!

"Mr. Fan, it seems that the Dongyu disciples have to work harder! We can't let my Daqian disciples fall too far behind. "

Emperor Yuan Kang came back to his senses and looked at Fan Mao with a smile. The pent-up anger in his heart finally came out, and his whole body felt comfortable and refreshed.

Of course, he had to return the ridicule of the old man just now!

Fan Mao felt aggrieved, thinking, don't we still have poems? Why are you in such a hurry? But he said politely, "Yes, the sons of Dongyu will definitely catch up."

"Now, please, Your Majesty, tear off the name of the poem!"

Now, Dongyu can only rely on the poem to win back a city.