Good! My stupid son finally rebelled!

Exclaimed.

Pupil tremor.

Xiao Wen's exclamation attracted the attention of everyone in the court. Xiao Yuanshan also entered the Taoism through literature. Although he was not as talented as Xiao Wen, he was definitely not comparable to ordinary people.

With a hint of contempt, he came forward and said, "I want to see what kind of amazing poem this loser can come up with."

"And it happened in the blink of an eye."

"It's ridiculous."

Taking a step forward and seeing clearly, he was shocked for a moment, especially the first sentence, which was extremely shocking: "Killing millions of soldiers from Jiangnan, the sword on his waist was still bloody."

"I, an old monk, do not know a hero, so I just keep asking about the nameless."

These four simple sentences fully express the emperor's majesty and the heart of a king. Ling Tian finished them with one stroke and smiled heroically: "Xiao Wen, old dog, what do you think of this quatrain?"

"You..." Xiao Wen was a pillar of the Daqian literary world. When had he ever been humiliated like this, especially in front of so many people? In just a moment, Xiao Wen was so angry that his body was shaking.

His eyes were filled with anger.

Judging from his appearance, he seemed to want to eat him alive, but Ling Tian didn't give him a chance to say more. He smiled contemptuously: "Old dog, I see you can't appreciate it."

"Your Highness is in a very good mood today, so I will give you a few more poems for you to admire."

"Otherwise, how can a frog in a well understand the light of the sun and the moon?"

After a moment of humming, Ling Tian completely ignored Xiao Wen's murderous eyes, waved his hand, and sang a poem of Spring View, shocking the whole court: "The country is ruined, but the mountains and rivers remain, and the grass and trees are deep."

"The flowers shed tears when they feel the time, and the birds are frightened when they feel the separation."

"Fenghuo lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth ten thousand gold."

"My white hair is getting shorter and shorter, and I can hardly hold a hairpin."

Xiao Yuanshan felt like he was hit by a heavy hammer. The simple verses gave people a sense of being immersed in the scene. Before he could savor them carefully, he saw Ling Tian laughing heartily and starting to write again.

The Eight Formations Diagram jumped out brazenly: "His achievements covered three kingdoms, and his name was made by the Eight Formations Diagram."

"The river flows but the stones do not turn, leaving behind the regret of losing Dongwu."

Ling Tian looked at the shocked eyes of the crowd and couldn't help but feel generous in his heart. He was inspired to write poetry and continued: "Defeat the enemy in the smoke of war, and the heroic spirit meets the vast sea."

"Han Ting finally recovered from his illness, living up to his youthful aspirations."

Ling Tian had entered a wonderful state at this time, and poems kept popping out of his mind. Xiao Wen was already dumbfounded: "Good poem."

"Good poem."

"Unheard of."

"Unheard of."

As one of the great writers of Daqian, although Xiao Wen was suspected of showing off by relying on his writing, one had to admit that Xiao Wen was indeed talented. Chu Wan'er was also dumbfounded at this time.

I thought to myself, "How abominable! Are these poems really written by the ghost face?"

"But why did Ghost Face teach him poetry instead of becoming famous himself?"

"Could it be..."

Chu Wan'er seemed to have thought of something, her heart trembled fiercely, and a sense of boldness surged up: "Could it be that these poems were all written by this guy himself?"

"He just wants to use the ghost mask to hide his talent."

"That must be the case. After all, this guy is vicious and he is capable of doing such things."

"It's so abominable."

When Chu Wan'er curled her lips, she didn't see the Emperor Wu on the stage, with a smile on his face, and she was even more excited: "Is Lao Liu going to lose his temper?"

"This kid finally got it."

Liu Jin had been with Emperor Wu for many years, so he knew what the emperor wanted as soon as he saw him. He quickly turned around and took the poem written by Ling Tian to the emperor.

He bowed and whispered, "Your Majesty, this is the poem His Highness just wrote. Please take a look."

Emperor Wu raised his eyebrows and looked at him, but his brows were tightly knitted, and he murmured softly: "The world's winds and clouds are created by our generation."

"Time flies by once you enter the martial arts world."

"While chatting and laughing about the emperor's hegemony, he couldn't bear the intoxication of life."

The simple poem was like thunder, striking Emperor Wu's heart. At this moment, Emperor Wu frowned, and deep in his heart he felt distressed: "Old Six, Old Six, are you resisting silently?"

"You obviously have the world in your heart, but you are willing to get drunk."

"Could it be that this imperial power really chills your heart?"

"Or does it make you feel desperate?"

Emperor Wu smiled bitterly: "Silly child, maybe your father had no choice before, but later when your father took control of the situation."

"The attitude you displayed greatly disappointed Father."

"Even if I alienate you, I just hope you can grow up safely."

"The purpose of marrying you to Chu Wan'er is not to suppress the Chu family, but so that you can use the prestige of the Chu family to be an idle prince in this life."

"Even if the King of Zhenbei died in battle, the Chu family's influence in Daqian is still not weakened at all."

"With Qin Zhaojun taking over from Chu Tianxiong, if you want, you can live a carefree life without worries about food and clothing."

"After all, I am the Emperor Wu of Daqian. Daqian has millions of people. I will never gamble the fate of Daqian just because I like it."

"I will not support a useless person to become the crown prince. If you don't have an iron fist, how can you suppress the disturbance in the court?"

"Even now, although you have the will to fight, if you cannot control the Daqian court, father will not let you inherit the throne."

When Emperor Wu was thinking this, Ling Tian had already written dozens of poems in the court. Each of them was unprecedented. Xiao Wen looked at the essence that Ling Tian continued to write.

His eyes were empty.

I am unwilling.

"How can this be?"

"How could so many poems be written by one person?"

“The writing style and artistic conception are completely different.”

"And since Ghost Face is so powerful, why doesn't he publish his poems? Is there really someone in the world who doesn't care about fame and fortune?"

"impossible."

"This is absolutely impossible."

Xiao Wen didn't want to believe that there really was such a god in the world, and cursed in his heart: "Copied."

"It must be plagiarism."

Ling Tian finished the last stroke and looked at Xiao Wen in front of him with contempt: "Old Deng, no more, no less, just one hundred five-character or seven-character quatrains."

"As for the rest, Your Highness will not discourage you."

"Otherwise you might vomit blood and die."

Xiao Wen was so angry that his face turned blue: "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible, I want to see a ghost face."

"I don't believe there are such strange people in the world."

Ling Tian said with disdain: "Old dog, you have to stand at attention when you are beaten. Is it that difficult to admit that you are not good enough?"

"You see, Your Highness does not take credit for anything."

"Even if I tell you now that this is all done by me, what can you do?"

"But I am not like you, a white-haired old bastard with a gray beard. You are about to die."

"How will I have the face to meet the great men of literature then?"

"You hypocritical bastard, you have lived to be seventy-six in vain."

"I have never accomplished anything in my life. I can only talk nonsense and be hypocritical."

"It is just a dog with a broken spine, how can it have the spirit of a scholar?"

"You dare to bark in front of Your Majesty. I have never seen such a shameless person."

“You, you, you…” Xiao Wen was insulted to such an extent that his face turned red, and a mouthful of blood pooled in his chest. He also heard Ling Tian angrily scolding: “Shameless old dog.”

"You just need to practice more."