Mind reading, the emperor saw my fist hard

Chapter 245: We are all looking for gunmen, so let’s see whose gunman is the best!

[It turns out that this King Xuan had prepared more than a hundred poems before coming to Daqian. He paid for them. With a lot of money, he produced a lot of good poems. He also asked famous scholars in Dawu to polish them carefully.]

[After three months of preparation, no wonder the scholars of Daqian lost so badly, they were well prepared.]

At this moment, the Daqian officials looked at King Xuan with a look that was unbearable to look directly at.

The dignified King Xuan actually acted like a rogue in order to win.

King Xuan was met with the gaze of the Daqian official, which said, "I didn't expect you to be this kind of person." He felt a little puzzled.

What do these people's eyes mean? Shouldn't they be filled with admiration, excitement, and the thrill of seeing an unparalleled genius?

Without waiting for King Xuan to ask, the officials immediately withdrew their gazes, looked at their noses with their eyes and their hearts with their noses, waiting for the officials from the Hanlin Academy to arrive.

Even if the masters in the Hanlin Academy don't have a lot of things, they definitely have enough manuscripts in stock. Since King Xuan has no martial ethics, don't blame Daqian for being a rogue.

The King of Xuan was a little annoyed by the look of Daqian's officials, and his words were particularly impolite: "Why? The great Daqian has only this little talent for poetry, it's too useless!"

The faces of the officials present suddenly turned livid.

This King Xuan is so shameless, officials from the Hanlin Academy please come quickly!

[Ahhh... so shameless, it's fine if you just hire a ghostwriter, but you're so confident about it, it really makes me angry, isn't it just hiring a ghostwriter? Then let's see who hires the more powerful ghostwriter. ]

[In the past five thousand years, the great Chinese nation has definitely been able to beat this Xuan King back to his mother's womb. I wish I could just remake him.]

Hearing Xu Jinyu's thoughts, several officials from the Hanlin Academy who were still thinking hard in the brothel next door simply threw down their pens.

Just write whatever you want and wait for Lord Xu to show off and get slapped in the face.

Yes, now all the officials of Daqian know what it means to pretend to be awesome and then get slapped in the face, and they are looking forward to Lord Xu's performance.

They still remember the shock they felt when Lord Xu recited, "I was born with talents that will be useful, even if I lose all my money, I will get it back."

No one in Daqian can match such a heroic poem.

King Xuan was not evenly matched with Lord Xu and was simply crushed under Lord Xu's feet.

"Isn't it just about the Pipa Girl? Come on."

With a snap, Xu Jinyu slapped a piece of paper into the second prince's hand.

The second prince pointed at his nose in disbelief and said, "Let me do it. Everyone in Daqian knows that I can't write poetry."

"You will learn it from today on." Xu Jinyu patted the second prince's shoulder.

“But...but..." A hint of joy flashed across the second prince's face. Who doesn't want to be a man of both civil and military talents? The question is, is it possible to do so?

The reason he appeared in front of Xu Jinyu today was because he was worried that Xu Jinyu would face off against King Xuan and that he would have some ideas about King Xuan. Didn't he see that the girl was already eager to stick to King Xuan?

But the next moment, after seeing the poem in his hand, the second prince immediately calmed down.

After a while, he looked up again with excitement in his eyes: "Is this poem written by Bai Juyi?"

"Where is he? Can we get to know him?"

Xu Jinyu snatched the manuscript and erased the name on it. He was so carried away in writing that he even wrote Bai Juyi's name on it.

[He has long been dead and buried in the ground. Not even his bones are left. Why don’t you go to the underworld and meet him?]

Hell?

The second prince shuddered. His ideal was to become an immortal, and he had no idea about the underworld.

Seeing that the second prince didn't move, Xu Jinyu became anxious.

"Don't worry about where the person is. Just tell me whether you are going or not. If not, I will find someone else to go." Xu Jinyu began to look around the Feifeng Tower to see if there were any familiar faces.

"Go, go, go! I'm going!" The second prince swaggered into Feifeng Tower.

"Miss Shijin, please listen to my Pipa Xing."

"Pipa Xing

white·····"

I almost called out Bai Juyi's name.

"······After much anticipation, she finally came out, still holding the pipa and half covering her face.

The revolving shaft plucks the strings three or two times, and there is love before it becomes a tune.

The strings are filled with suppressed thoughts, as if telling of a life of frustration...”

After reciting the song "Pipa Xing", Miss Shijin covered her face with her hands and looked at the Second Prince with a look of surprise: "Your Highness~~~This song "Pipa Xing" is tailor-made for Pipa girls."

This time it was King Xuan's turn to be pale, but he still maintained his composure and said, "This round, Daqian wins. Let's move on to the next round."

The Second Prince raised his hand with extraordinary grace to invite King Xuan: "Please!"

King Xuan straightened his chest and said, "We'll compare this poem to the Song of Pity for the Peasants."

Then he put his hands behind his back and said: "I wear straw raincoats and hats every morning, and ditches and embankments are everywhere. The hardest work in the world is agriculture. If we can get enough water for a plow, we can hope for a good harvest."

"When the day of hoeing is noon, sweat drips down the soil. Who would have thought that every grain of Chinese food on the plate is hard work."

"This poem by His Royal Highness the Second Prince is great. It's obvious that he has seen farmers working in the fields."

"His Royal Highness the Second Prince really cares about the peasants."

"The Second Prince is so talented!"

"I didn't expect the second prince to have such a talent for poetry."

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The praise as gentle as water made the second prince feel light all over. He had never been praised like this since he was a child.

Prince Xuan's face was as gloomy as water. His original plan was to become famous in the capital and let Princess Tai'an come to him on her own initiative. What happened next would depend on his ability as Prince Xuan.

As for why they chose a brothel, it was of course because brothels were the place where news spread the fastest.

But why did this second prince pop up? Isn’t it said that the second prince is ignorant and only wants to become an immortal?

People who are determined to become immortals have such great talent for poetry.

Pursing his lips, King Xuan said in a deep voice: "Let's compete in drinking next song."

[Wine, wine, wine... There are too many poems about wine. Give King Xuan a luminous cup of grape wine, and the pipa music will urge him to drink. Or, get drunk and sing. How short is life? Or, even if the emperor calls me, I won't board the boat, and I claim that I am the immortal of wine...]

[There are so many, it’s hard to choose! ]

The civil and military officials couldn't help but cover their chests. They felt Xu Jinyu's naked mockery. What did Lord Xu mean by this? Was he humiliating them?

A large number of court officials could not write a poem that could surpass King Xuan, but she had too many and could not choose.

Xu Jinyu scratched his head frantically, and then a palm fell on Xu Jinyu's shoulder.

A familiar voice came: "Xu Jinyu, why are you in the brothel?"

Xu Jinyu didn't even turn her head, she was flipping through the book "Tang Poetry, Song Lyrics and Yuan Opera" in her hand.

"Aren't you also in the brothel? Come and help me find a poem that can make King Xuan lose his head."

After Xu Jinyu said this, Wei An also became interested and squatted in the corner like Xu Jinyu.

"Pah!" Xu Jinyu stuffed a book of Tang and Song poetry into Wei An's hand, "Hurry up and find it."

"What are you looking for? A drinking poem. That must be the Song of the Immortal Poet."

"Well, send it in to the Second Prince."

King Xuan confidently recited his own poem: "The scenery on the city wall is full of orioles singing, and the mist and waves below the city wall are beating on the table... In the past, I was sick and tired of the beauty, and today I am afraid that the beauty is shallow."

After finishing reading it, King Xuan looked at the Second Prince proudly. Even the famous scholars of the Great Wu would have praised this poem as a good one. He didn't believe that the Second Prince could come up with a better one.

The second prince smiled slightly, glanced at the note in his hand, and spoke with the same confidence,

“Have you not seen that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns. Have you not seen that the white hair in the mirror of the hall, which was black in the morning and turned white in the evening. When life is happy, you should enjoy it to the fullest, and don’t let the golden cup face the moon empty. I was born with talents that must be useful, and I will get them back even if I spend all my money. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is fun, and I must drink three hundred cups at a time. Master Cen, Mr. Danqiu, I will drink, and don’t stop. I will sing a song for you, please listen to me. Bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, I just hope to be drunk forever and never wake up. Saints and wise men in ancient times were all lonely, only drinkers left their names. In the past, King Chen held a banquet in Pingle, and he drank ten thousand cups of wine and enjoyed himself...”

After the Second Prince finished reading, the entire Feifeng Tower fell into complete silence, without a sound at all.

King Xuan's face turned pale. With this poem, the poem he was so proud of just now was simply shit.

Suddenly, Xu Jinyu's crazy laughter rang in the ears of the officials: [Hahahaha... Shocking? Shocking! Using the works of the poet Li Bai to deal with a male protagonist is like using a cannon to kill a mosquito. ]

The civil and military officials opened their mouths in surprise. Only such a person could be called the Immortal Poet.

"Good! Good poem! It should be made clear!"

The officials of the Honglu Temple ignored Prince Xuan's ugly expression and just clapped their hands on the table and cheered.