Mind reading, the emperor saw my fist hard

Chapter 246: It’s just reciting a poem, no big deal!

With one person taking the lead, the cheers from the following surged towards the Second Prince like a tide.

"His Royal Highness the Second Prince is so talented!"

"Your Highness the Second Prince has truly brought honor to our Daqian."

"Your Highness, I will never call you a charlatan in private again."

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The Second Prince: Did a strange thing sneak in?

Prince Xuan cheered up. He would not give up so easily. He smiled and praised: "The Second Prince is very talented."

The second prince smiled and bowed, "Where? Where? Thank you for your compliment."

Unexpectedly, King Xuan's tone changed.

"I wonder if I could learn from other people's poetic talent?"

The Second Prince was stunned for a moment before he understood what King Xuan meant. King Xuan couldn't win, so he just changed his opponent. Unfortunately, no matter how he changed his opponent, there was only one real opponent, and that was the five thousand years of Chinese history mentioned by Xu Jinyu.

"No problem." The second prince bowed and walked out.

"In the next round, I want to test your adaptability. Let's compete in composing a poem in seven steps."

King Xuan looked down at the people in Feifeng Tower with contempt in his eyes. With his preparation, he would definitely make these Daqian scholars lose their weapons and flee in disgrace.

The scholars present were all stunned. There is only one person in history who could compose a poem in seven steps. Isn't this King Xuan making things difficult for people?

Anyone who goes up here will die, except for someone like King Xuan who is well prepared.

[Aaaaah... I'm so angry. The hero of this harem novel wants to compete with everyone in reciting poems. He has already prepared it and can just recite it directly.]

[Just now, it took one stick of incense to write one poem. We still have time to prepare. It is too short for us to write a poem in seven steps.]

"or····"

Xu Jinyu grabbed Wei An,

"Why don't you go ahead!"

Wei An broke away from Xu Jinyu and looked at her in horror: "Do you have any love for your compatriots? Don't you know that anyone who conflicts with the male protagonist will die? You don't want your fellow villager, your only fellow villager! If I'm really gone, there will be no one to miss hot pot and milk tea with you, and no one will understand your jokes."

Wei An wanted to grab Xu Jinyu's hand and express his love to her. He was just an ordinary time traveler and he really valued his life.

"Oops~~"

Xu Jinyu grabbed Wei An's sleeve and said, "Normally, anyone who goes against the hero will die, but is this a normal situation for us now? Have you forgotten my mission?"

Wei An rolled his eyes: "Of course I know, isn't it just about saving the world?"

"So, think about it, if I fail to complete my mission and the world is destroyed, you will die anyway, whether you die early or late, so why don't you choose a glorious death?"

"And don't you want to make progress? If you suppress King Xuan today, the emperor should at least show some respect."

"All right!"

Wei An had to admit that he was convinced. If the world was destroyed, he would have no chance of survival.

"But after today, lend me two of your guards. I'm afraid that the Xuan King will get angry and try to kill me."

"No problem!" Xu Jinyu agreed very happily.

Then Wei An walked into Feifeng Tower with an appearance of heroic sacrifice.

"Your Highness, I am Wei An, the Director of the Ministry of Works, and I am here to ask for your advice."

"Oh! The cement secret recipe that Lord Wei took out is famous throughout the Three Kingdoms period. I didn't expect that he also has poetic talent." King Xuan had an interested smile on his face.

Wei An dead fish eyes: That’s not called poetic talent.

Thanks to the three years of painful torture in high school, he has not forgotten all the poems, so he should have no problem dealing with King Xuan.

"please!"

"Let's start with a poem about the assorted girls."

Wei An recited it without hesitation: "The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze blows against the threshold and the dew is gorgeous. If we hadn't met on the top of the Jade Mountain, we would have met under the moon on the Jade Terrace."

King Xuan: I can’t win. What should I do?

"Next one, homesickness."

This one is even simpler. Wei An recited it without even thinking: "The moon shines brightly in front of my bed, and it looks like frost on the ground. I look up at the moon and think of my hometown."

King Xuan clenched his fists, but he still couldn't win. When did Daqian produce such a talented and brilliant figure? Are those spies just there to eat and do nothing?

Does Wei An look like someone who has never received any education since childhood?

"Frontier poems." King Xuan said this almost with gritted teeth. He didn't believe that Wei An could write any kind of poems. Considering his age, he must have never been to the frontier.

"Small idea."

As a time traveler, Wei An knows the essence of pretending to be cool.

"Bring me the wine!"

A maid from Feifeng Tower gently handed the best wine in the tower to Wei An.

Wei An raised his head and took a sip, then wiped his mouth with his sleeve and said proudly: "Dark clouds are pressing down on the city, and the city is about to be destroyed. The armor shines towards the sun and the golden scales spread. The horn sounds fill the sky with autumn colors, and the rouge on the frontier is purple in the night..."

"Good! What a heroic frontier poem."

Everyone couldn't help but applaud.

King Xuan was defeated in frontier poems, but he struggled to write a line: "Grief in the Boudoir."

She stared at Wei An intently, wondering how a woman like Wei An, who was not even married, would write about her grievances.

"Hey! Do you think I don't know how to write poems about women's complaints? I'm telling you, there's nothing I'm not good at when it comes to reciting...writing poems."

Wei An laughed sarcastically: "Searching and searching, it's cold and desolate, so sad and miserable. When it's warm and cold, it's the most difficult to rest..."

Who dares to say bad things about Yi An Jushi's poems?

Xuan Wang was split. What was wrong with this Wei An? He could write all kinds of poems, even poems about women's complaints. He had prepared for three months but still couldn't match Wei An's impromptu performance.

This name is no longer famous today.

King Xuan feels wronged, King Xuan feels uncomfortable, and King Xuan has a headache.

"Your Highness, is there anything else you want to compete in?"

Wei An stood in the middle of the hall. At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on him.

King Xuan felt a tightness in his chest, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his chest, which he swallowed hard.

The voice was muffled and said, "I feel a little unwell today, so I'll take my leave now."

[Vomiting blood! King Xuan was so angry that he vomited blood. How could he be so angry? 】

Xu Jinyu's gloating voice came.

"How naughty!"

The Minister of Rites couldn't help but sigh.

"But naughty in a good way."