Report to your majesty, the prince is courting death again

Xu An glanced at Zhao Gao and sneered secretly.

You shameless people, you keep a close eye on me. You even know the game that my father and I played yesterday?

If that's the case, I'd be sorry if I didn't slap you hard on the face!

"Miss Jiang, you just read it when I told you to. Why don't you trust me?"

Xu An turned the folding fan on his fingertips and said to Jiang Yuzhu, "I said it was tailor-made for you. If you don't like it, I'll give it to other courtesans."

"Young Master, you're joking. Since it was given by you, I naturally treasure it. How can I give it to others?"

A smile gradually appeared on Jiang Yuzhu's pretty face.

She had accepted her fate at this point. At most, she would be ridiculed by those literati again.

Compared with building a good relationship with these military sons, those ridicules were harmless to her.

Jiang Yuzhu slowly opened the paper in her hand.

Everyone's eyes fell on her at once, and they saw that she had just glanced at the paper, her face changed, and she was stunned on the spot.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Gao and Wei Zizheng, a group of scholars, immediately laughed.

"Hahaha, it seems that the beauty poem written by Master Xu is too amazing, even Miss Yuzhu was shocked!"

Zhao Gao tapped his palm lightly with his folding fan and laughed sarcastically.

"That's right, Master Xu is so powerful, the poems he wrote must be as crazy as his character."

Wei Zizheng also sneered.

He didn't believe that a prodigal son could write any good poems.

Therefore, he stared at Jiang Yuzhu, fearing that Jiang Yuzhu would change the subject: "Miss Yuzhu, please read it out quickly, so that we can all appreciate the masterpiece of Master Xu."

"Yes! Miss Yuzhu, don't hide it, read it out!"

A group of civil officials and scholars also echoed.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Hu and other military generals' children were heartbroken.

Only Xu An shook his head slightly with his folding fan in his hand, hehe, you really think your face is not swollen enough, and try to hand it over to get beaten!

"Yes, it is... It is a masterpiece, an absolute masterpiece."

At this time, Jiang Yuzhu, who was in a daze, finally came back to her senses, her pretty face was excited and shocked.

Even the hands holding the paper were shaking slightly.

"The beauty rolls up the pearl curtain, sitting deep in the room with her eyebrows furrowed."

"But I see the wet traces of tears, I don't know who I hate in my heart."

"This is a good poem, no, this is a good poem that can shock the ancient and modern times..."

Jiang Yuzhu raised the paper in her hand and bowed slightly to Xu An: "The young master is indeed talented, I admire him."

No wonder Xu An said that this was a poem tailor-made for her, every word touched her heart.

Just based on this poem, Jiang Yuzhu can be passed down through the ages and become a famous prostitute in later generations. Countless brothel girls have a special liking for scholars with some talent, isn't this what they want?

Unexpectedly, what countless people wanted but couldn't get was done by the first prodigal son in Kyoto.

Jiang Yuzhu secretly rejoiced that fortunately, she didn't listen to Xu An and pass on this poem to others, otherwise she would suffer a great loss.

Zhao Gao, Wei Zizheng, and a group of scholars all had their playful expressions frozen on their faces.

They were all stunned, their faces full of disbelief.

Originally, I thought Xu An would write a more bizarre beauty poem like the "Ode to Tree Branches" he wrote yesterday, but I didn't expect that he could write such a masterpiece.

Absolute masterpiece.

…

The next room.

A handsome young man in white stood in front of the window.

After listening to Jiang Yuzhu's poems, he tapped his palms with the folding fan in his hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he whispered: "Good poem!"

She was the third princess of Dongyu, Yuwen Jian.

This time, she used the pseudonym Qin Wenjian and followed the literary scholar Fan Mao into Daqian, but she thought the delegation was too slow, so she took her maid to get rid of the delegation and disguised herself as a man to enter the capital of Daqian first.

"A good poem? Princess... No, Master, isn't the guy who wrote the poem an idiot?"

The maid saw Qin Wenjian lost in thought and asked curiously.

"That's what the intelligence says, but intelligence is not always accurate."

Qin Wenjian smiled and said, "Let's leave and have someone check Xu An's background again. Emperor Yuan Kang asked him to be the welcoming ambassador. If he is not crazy, then this guy is probably not as simple as he seems."

"At least with this poem, he can compete with the talented people of my Dongyu delegation."

"Of course, the premise is that this poem is really written by him."

The maid nodded vigorously and said, "Yes, Master, I will have someone to do it later.Check."

...

On the other side, in the room.

Cheng Hu and other military sons did not know whether the poem was good or bad, but from the expressions of Zhao Gao, Wei Zizheng and others, it was definitely a good poem.

"Haha, did you see it? This is the poem written by my brother, and I just want to ask you if you accept it? Accept it or not?"

Cheng Hu jumped up instantly, with his hands on his waist, and challenged Zhao Gao and his group.

"Haha, you said my brother wrote a pig-killing poem? Who said that? Stand up."

"Tsk tsk, Zhao Gao, I just want to ask if your face is swollen and if you feel good? ”

“…”

A group of military sons also stood beside Xu An, clasping their hands and stamping their feet to show off to Zhao Gao and his group.

In recent years, whenever there was a literary fight, they were defeated in disgrace every time.

This time, they could actually hold their heads high and feel proud, so they naturally had to return all the humiliation they had suffered in the past.

“This is impossible, this is impossible…”

Wei Zizheng took two steps back, his face livid.

He originally wanted to take this opportunity to step hard on Xu An, but he didn’t expect to be slapped hard by Xu An.

The key is that as the first talent in Kyoto, such perfect poems should come from his hands, not from the hands of a prodigal son.

Does he deserve such perfect poems?

“This is not written by you, you cheated! "

Wei Zizheng suddenly thought of something, pointed at Xu An and shouted: "Yes, you must have cheated. Your father arrested half of the teachers in Kyoto last night. They must have written it for you."

Hearing this, Zhao Gao suddenly woke up.

Yes! Don't they know what kind of character this prodigal son is?

How could a guy who can't even recognize all the characters write such a good poem?

It must be written by the teachers that Xu Xiao arrested last night.

"Xu An, if you have the ability, write it yourself. You are so shameless to show off the poems written by others!"

Zhao Gao pointed at Xu An with the folding fan in his hand and shouted.

A group of civil servants and scholars also began to criticize Xu An.