Father, I am back to fight!

Chapter 39

"The tenth poem hasn't even been posted yet, how do you know it must be yours?"

Qin Yu asked Wang Teng back, his eyes full of contempt.

"If it's not mine, then whose could it be? Your Highness, would you like to raise the stakes with me?"

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Wang Teng's eyes.

Because of this Li Bai, his victory was not so glorious!

However, he can add another bet with Qin Yu, allowing himself to turn the tide and even become famous for generations to come!

"What's the bet?"

Qin Yu asked.

"If this tenth poem is mine, please have Your Highness, the Crown Prince, introduce me to His Majesty and ask that His Majesty grant me a third-rank official position so that I can see Your Majesty every day, display my talents, and assist Your Majesty in governing the country!"

Wang Teng said coldly.

He was very confident in his talent and knowledge. As long as he could become a third-rank official in Daliang, he would be able to make the Emperor of Liang recognize his talent and make use of him in a short period of time!

By then, the bet between him and Qin Yu would become a good story that would be passed down through the ages!

"How dare you! A third-rank official is equivalent to the six ministers of state, and you, a mere scholar, dare to dream of ascending to that rank overnight!"

Blood Dragon scolded immediately.

In today's Daliang, there is only one first-rank official position, and that is Shangguan Xiong's prime minister!

The second-rank officials are mostly university scholars and have no real power!

The third-rank official position is the Minister of the Six Ministries, and the Vice Minister is only the third-rank!

It is simply wishful thinking for Wang Teng to directly become a third-rank official!

"Haha! If His Royal Highness the Crown Prince doesn't dare to gamble, then just admit defeat!"

Wang Teng said with a sneer, looking at the Blood Dragon with eyes full of resentment!

Cutting off someone's financial resources is like killing their parents. Xuelong has cut off his own career, and the hatred is even greater!

"Haha! He's just a mere third-rank official. This prince is making a bet with you. However, if you lose, when this prince whips you, you have to keep shouting that I'm a pervert!"

Qin Yu said with a sneer.

He had already been invincible, so it didn't matter what Wang Teng bet with him!

"you!"

Blood Dragon looked at Qin Yu in shock.

Is this loser stupid? He actually gambled his position as a third-rank official with others so easily!

Can you afford to lose?

You are a fool, but Emperor Liang is not a fool!

Xuelong wanted to drag Qin Yu out immediately and beat him up to teach him how to be a good prince!

"Haha! Since His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is so interested, then I will accompany you to the end!"

Wang Teng was very excited, but he didn't expect that the blood dragon would stop him. Qin Yu still agreed. Soon, he would be able to reach the sky in one step!

Then, Wang Teng turned around and looked towards the second floor of Qilin Pavilion, and said loudly: "Master! It's been half an hour, it's time to post the tenth poem!"

His face was full of pride. As long as Li Bai had not written his tenth poem, he would definitely have a place on the Qilin List.

Hearing Wang Teng's call, a man with a feather fan, a silk scarf, and white hair and beard walked out from the second floor. He held two pieces of paper in his hands, on which were written two poems.

This person is Yu Qilin, the elder of Qilin Pavilion!

"Lord! You finally came out!"

Seeing Yu Qilin coming out, everyone was surprised.

"Master! If my guess is correct, you are holding two poems in your hands. Could one of them be Li Bai's? I didn't expect that you would hesitate between my poem and Li Bai's!"

"However, my poems have been on the Qilin List for three years. If the elder chose Li Bai's poems for this reason, it is only natural!"

When Wang Teng saw Yu Qilin holding two poems in his hands, he was not at all flustered, but his face was full of pride!

The nine poems written by Li Bai are all time-honored quatrains, enough to surpass the sages of all ages!

However, human power has its limits, and Li Bai only wrote nine quatrains that are known throughout the ages. The tenth one and his own can only be regarded as good lines, so the old man hesitated.

As I said, there is no best in literature. The ten poems on the Qilin List are only ranked in order of priority, and there is no distinction between high and low!

My own poem can compete with Li Bai's tenth poem. Even if I lose, my poem will be elevated to a level that is only slightly inferior to the eternal quatrain!

In this way, I can also become famous through the ages!

Gee!

Qin Yu looked at Wang Teng with disdain. Even a fool could see what Wang Teng meant by this sentence. He wanted to scam Li Bai!

Even the talented scholars of Qilin Pavilion who had supported him before now looked at him with contempt.

"Haha! I have to say, you're really shameless. You dare to rubbish Li Bai with your crappy poems?"

Qin Yu asked back with a sneer.

"Humph! This is the truth. The Lord hesitated between my poem and Li Bai's. Could it be false?"

Wang Teng said coldly.

"Haha! Who told you that one of those two poems is yours?"

Qin Yu asked back with a sneer.