Chapter 133: The teacher tricked me again!
"I was wondering who was going to mess things up, but it turned out to be the princess of the Northern Barbarian Kingdom. Why, haven't you been defeated by my Western Barbarian Kingdom yet?"

Tuoba Xiong was not angry when he heard this, but instead ridiculed the Northern Barbarian Princess a few times.

"You!" Princess Xianggelaji's face turned red with anger. At this moment, she was sitting on a large table and chair, held tightly by the guards, and her feet were kicking in the air.

Once these feet leave the ground, IQ will take over the high ground again.

She rolled her eyes and said, "Who doesn't know the situation in your Xihu country? There is only one possibility for you to write such a poem with such quick wit!"

"That means someone from Baoyue Tower or Zuixianju leaked the news to you in advance, which allowed you to write this poem in advance!"

"Nonsense!" As if his real intention had been spoken of again and again, the satisfied look on Tuoba Xiong's face disappeared. He clenched his hands and glared at the tall building where Xiang Ge Laji was!

The host on the stage took the words to heart and was filled with worry.

Without paying any more attention to Xiang Ge Laji's words, Tuoba Xiong turned and shouted loudly to the Northern Qi emperor: "Your Majesty, please give me a result! Could it be that Your Majesty can't afford to lose and wants to deceive the foreign ministers and get away with it?"

"Humph! You are truly a barbarian. Your words are extremely rude!"

The eunuch Yu Wenyun said coldly: "Your Majesty, do you want to take this person..."

Zhan Doudou shook her head. She reappeared beside the railing and looked down, as if to remember the appearance of this rude man. She said coldly, "This poem is better than the previous one, but it is not enough if you want to win with it."

After saying that, Zhan Doudou's pretty face turned back inside.

Li An sighed, knowing that it was time for him to go on stage. But this time he really didn't want to act cool, he was ordered to act cool.
Everyone's eyes turned towards the top floor of Yipinju, and they were all surprised at the young man who appeared next to His Majesty.

"Who is this person? He's quite good-looking!"

"I don't know her, but she's pretty good looking!"

This stranger did not introduce himself, but just started to recite a poem:
"Beyond the mountains, there are green mountains; beyond the buildings, there are buildings. When will the singing and dancing in the city end?"

"The cold wind makes the tourists drunk, and they mistake Jingzhou for Jiangzhou!"

When this poem came out, those who knew the value of things were all stunned and stood there in a daze.

And a civil servant who had been silent in the room suddenly spoke up: "What a good metaphor! What a wonderful irony!" A sense of righteousness came over him, as if he was no longer worried about coming to the brothel privately, but was afraid that the hag at home would get angry.

He is so righteous and has such a tall image!

Everyone agreed and cheered continuously.

"This poem is full of concern for the country and the people. It is truly a top-notch poem!"

"Hiss! This guy is so strong!"

"I really don't know how to describe it. Is there anyone with good literary talent who can describe it?"

"Here comes the best! The first two lines of this poem describe the scene of tonight, with endless singing and dancing; the next two lines use satirical language to describe the indulgence of those in power, quietly exposing the corrupt nature of the 'tourists'. The author also expresses his indignation at the rulers' reluctance to recover the lost territory and his concern for the fate of the country! The whole poem is very cleverly conceived, the wording is precise, and the satire of cold words starts from a lively scene; the indignation is extreme, but there is no abuse, it is indeed a masterpiece of satire!"

"Brother, you must have always gotten full marks in your studies!"

"Thank you for the compliment. I just did a little more questions than usual. I am so ashamed! So ashamed!"

How about the pride of scholars? The scholars in the room were not afraid that their words would anger the current emperor. Instead, they were looking forward to it, because if they did, they would be able to go down in history!

And the current emperor Zhan Doudou is indeed not the kind of emperor who punishes people for their words.

When everyone looked at the young man at the railing again, their eyes were unconsciously filtered: this young man has a heroic spirit!
On the top floor.

Wang Shisanlang was stunned, while Yan Xiaoyi looked confused. Only Hong Kaijia saw the reactions of the people downstairs and understood one thing: this wave! This wave was played by the teacher again!
"Mr. Li, are you mocking me?"

There were ripples in Zhan Doudou's eyes, as if she was worried that someone would see through her. Her chest rose and fell violently, and she tried to calm her emotions.

"This..." Now it was Li Ang's turn to not know how to explain, so he simply turned his head and accepted it!

Zhan Doudou bit her lip when she saw this, turned away angrily, and said in a cold voice:
"Tuoba Xiong! What else do you have to say?" Downstairs, Tuoba Xiong's eyes were piercing with blood, and his face was too red because of the accelerated blood circulation in his body. He thought to himself, I lost, I lost completely!

Looking at the figure above, he still said unwillingly: "I wonder who you are? Even if I lose, I have to know who I lost to!"

"My name is Li An, and I welcome your challenge."

Ang Lee has a kind expression and a smile, and is as gentle as the older brother next door.

"Lee An? Mr. Sijue!"

"This is the national master!"

"Student greets Mr. Sijue!"

"This is my future husband, I'm sure of it!" A female voice sounded at an inopportune time, and it was unclear where it came from.

cough! cough!
Li An coughed twice to attract everyone's attention, and quickly greeted everyone: "Good night, everyone."

Seeing the national teacher Mr. Sijue greeting them, the scholars and students became even more excited.

"Yes, only Mr. Sijue can come up with such a poem!"

"Mr. Li is still the leader of literature and art recognized by everyone in the village!"

"Yes, sir, since you have entered Northern Qi, you are naturally a citizen of Qi. Now our Qi is the pinnacle of literature and art, and it is well deserved!"

Listening to everyone praising Li An, Tuoba Xiong shouted, "I don't accept it!"

Shen Zhong couldn't help wanting to kill after hearing this. He hadn't seen such a person shouting in front of His Majesty in Shangjing City for a long time! He kept provoking His Majesty. Did he really think he wouldn't kill anyone?

He looked at Tuoba Xiong as if he was looking at a dead man: "Why are you dissatisfied?"

Facing Shen Zhong's eighth-rank cultivation and the aura he had cultivated over many years of high-ranking positions, Tuoba Xiong gritted his teeth and said, "Everyone knows Mr. Li's name! Mr. Li's cultivation has already entered the ranks of a great master of literature!"

"But, sir, don't you think this is too much of a bullying?"

After hearing this, everyone in the room fell silent. They were so excited that they forgot this point.

"What's so wrong with bullying? Let me ask you, how old are you this year?" Li An asked slowly.

"To answer your question, sir, twenty-nine!"

"That's it." Li An spread his hands and said, "I'm only twenty-six."

"You are older than me, and I have studied literature for a shorter time than you. So, you are taking advantage of me."

After Li An finished speaking, everyone responded loudly.

"If you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten that you are still so young!"

"Yes, everyone is misled by the title and identity of Mr. and subconsciously ignores his age."

"Looking at your heroic figure, I feel ashamed! I have wasted my time and have achieved nothing. I am not good at literature or martial arts. It is shameful."

These words made Li An blush, and he apologized to Lin Sheng of the Song Dynasty again in his heart.

In the field, only Tuoba Xiong was at a loss, not knowing where to put his hands.

After hesitating for a moment, he realized that he could not help his master today, so he clasped his fists upwards, then separated the crowd and left without looking back with the people who came with him.

　I have made some modifications to the ancient poems. The author has limited knowledge, so please forgive me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)