Report to your majesty, the prince is courting death again

Emperor Yuan Kang nodded with a smile.

He knew very well that Fan Mao wanted to win back a game.

But it didn't matter, just give Fan Mao a face.

Now that Xu An's ambitious "Ode to the Great Peng" was supporting the facade, why not give them a poem?

"No need to bother, this is also written by me."

But before he spoke, Xu An's boastful voice came.

He stood in the field with his head held high, turning the folding fan with his fingertips, looking like a lonely master.

Everyone's eyes were all on Xu An, and seeing his look, they were all unhappy. You wrote it? Not only can you have lofty ambitions? You can also complain and complain?

You really think you are a god, right?

Even Fan Mao couldn't sit still at this time and went down in person.

"Oh? Young Master Xu is very confident?"

He looked down at Xu An, his eyes sharp, and said: "But this poem and this lyric are written in two different ways. The poem is written boldly and flamboyantly, while the lyric is written in a graceful and beautiful way. Young Master wants to say... can you write both of these ways?"

"What's that? This young master knows a lot."

Xu An folded his fan and said seriously: "Like romantic poetry, frontier poetry, landscape and pastoral poetry, etc., there is nothing I don't know."

Hearing this, everyone was stunned.

How difficult is the school of poetry? Any scholar who can thoroughly study a certain school is a person who is so powerful that he can be passed down through the ages.

This guy actually said that he knows all of them?

How is this possible?

How old is he this year? Only eighteen years old.

At the age of eighteen, he has learned everything that others cannot learn in their entire lives? This is simply a fairy tale!

On the city wall, Xiao Lan'er's pretty face was also ashen.

"Asshole, you are already boasting about "Ode to the Great Peng", why are you still fighting for "Sheng Sheng Man"?"

"You are a prodigal son, how can you write such a graceful and sad artistic conception?"

She gritted her teeth and said coldly.

Zhang Anshi, Qin Dehai and others also clenched their fists, and secretly prayed that this poem had nothing to do with Xu An.

As long as the poem was not written by Xu An, it would be a tie, and they still have a chance to turn defeat into victory.

Otherwise, they would lose completely.

And if they lose, they will have to kneel down and apologize to Xu An in public and call Xu An grandpa.

Thinking of this result, the two of them felt numb.

Qin Wenjian frowned slightly, she thought of the poem about the beauty in Mingyue Tower. If it was really written by Xu An, it is very likely that he can really write poems of two schools!

She was secretly anxious and wanted to remind Fan Mao, but she was afraid that she would guess wrong.

The smile on Emperor Yuankang's face was a little stiff at this time. You evil creature, I just praised you, and you started to act up again, right?

Seeing Fan Mao's face darken, Emperor Yuankang hurriedly laughed and said, "Hey, this kid likes to make trouble, Mr. Fan, don't bother with him."

After saying that, he glared at Xu An and said, "Evil... kid, don't make trouble, hurry up and apologize to Mr. Fan."

Apologize? I have countless schools of poetry in my head, can it be considered nonsense? Apologize for a ghost...Xu An was a little speechless, and bowed his hands and said, "Your Majesty, this gift cannot be compensated! I am just telling the truth."

"Humph, young man, you must be down-to-earth in learning, don't be too ambitious!"

Fan Mao was a little angry.

He looked at Emperor Yuankang and said, "Your Majesty, please reveal the name of the book! I also want to know if this is the work of Young Master Xu."

He believed that he was unparalleled in knowledge, and there were only a handful of people in the entire literary world who could match him. Countless scholars were proud to be his disciples or to receive his guidance.

Now, a young boy actually didn't take him seriously.

When everyone saw that Xu An had angered Fan Mao, they all looked joking.

That was a great scholar in the literary world, and even the emperor had to give him some face. How could this guy get away with angering him?

Emperor Yuankang's face also darkened, and most of his excitement just now was annihilated. The originally good start was now ruined by Xu An's tossing.

If it wasn't him who tore off the name of the book, wouldn't he lose face again?

"Evil creature, wait and see how I deal with you!"

Emperor Yuan Kang glared at Xu An and raised his hand to tear off the name on the paper: "Mr. Fan is right. We will know who the creator of "Sheng Sheng Man" is after tearing off the name."

"But no matter who it is, I will reward him as much as I did for "Da Peng Fu"..."

Before he finished speaking, Emperor Yuan Kang's words were stuck in his throat and his smile froze on his face.

His eyes fell on Xu An, and his eyes were so hot that they could melt Xu An.

——Xu An!

The name on the paper is really this little bastard!

This little bastard really didn't lie. He was just telling the truth.!

Everyone looked at this scene, and their faces were suddenly filled with astonishment. Their pupils also widened a little bit. What's more, their mouths were already wide open, almost able to swallow a whole fist!

No way?

No way?

Could it really be him?

Is it really this prodigal son again?

Can he really be bold and graceful?

If this is true, then this guy has not only created a miracle, but also slapped the literary world of Daqian, Dongyu, or the entire Jiuzhou world.

What you have learned in your entire life is not as good as a dandy prodigal son!

"No! It can't be him! It can't be him!"

Zhang Anshi, Qin Dehai, Zhao Gao and others, their faces were ferocious at this time, and they were already roaring and roaring in their hearts!

If they lose to Xu An, the entire Daqian literary world will be a big joke.

"What? Is it really Xu An? How is this possible?"

On the city wall, Princess Xiao Lan'er's beautiful eyes widened, and her pretty face was shocked.

She boasted that she knew Xu An, who was good for nothing, very well. In order to break off the engagement, she even compiled a booklet of his actions over the years as evidence for breaking off the engagement.

Now she realized that she didn't know Xu An at all.

Qin Wenjian's pretty face turned pale, and her eyes stared at Xu An, as if she wanted to see through him.

This time, they came prepared. They had naturally investigated the younger generation of Daqian. The most famous people in the whole capital were Zhao Gao and Wei Zizheng.

There were small talents, but no great talents.

Originally thought that this battle was a sure win, but unexpectedly Xu An suddenly appeared halfway!

This notorious playboy of Daqian actually turned the situation around.

And Fan Mao was also stunned at this time, with an unbelievable look on his old face.

Could it be that Daqian, the prodigal son, could really write poems of two schools?

This is absolutely impossible. Even he can't do it!

Only the queen was smiling at this time, and whispered to the stunned Emperor Yuankang: "Your Majesty, you are the emperor, pay attention to the impact, it's time to come back to your senses."

The corner of Emperor Yuankang's mouth twitched, what's wrong, I can't be happy?

He glanced at the whole audience, and finally looked at Xu An, and said loudly: "The author of "Sheng Sheng Man", Daqian...Xu An!"

Hearing this, the whole audience was silent!

A moment later, it exploded like thunder.

"Oh my God, is it really him? It's really him!"

"How is this possible? Why is it him, God, you are blind!"

"Such a playboy won the competition, how can the Confucian scholars in the world feel!"

"..."

The scene was noisy, almost wailing.

Zhang Anshi and Qin Dehai's legs softened and they collapsed on the ground.

It's over!

It's all over now.