Chapter 9: Poetry in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests! The Butthole Marquis is famous all over the world!
Upon hearing Li Changan's words, Emperor Qing was visibly stunned.

No way, the third brother is so talented?

Cui Shen was also stunned, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"Your Highness will never be able to write a poem about an object without seeing its name!"

"This game is often played among the foreign ministers and teachers."

"No poem composed on the spot can convince the audience!"

He pondered for a moment, then made a boast.

"If your Highness writes a poem about snow, and there is no word for snow in the whole poem, everyone can tell that you are writing about snow."

"I...I will stop writing poetry from now on!"

Wow!
Cui Shen, known as the Great Wall of Five-Character Verses in the World!
I'm risking my qualification to write poetry!

Everyone in Northern Qi and Southern Qing was shocked!

It is indeed difficult to write a poem about snow without seeing the snow!

So, Cui Shen is also very confident!

Li Changan had rarely seen snow, so how could he possibly write about it?

What's more, the theme of snow was something he came up with on the spur of the moment, and it was impossible for Li Changan to be prepared for it.

In addition, Yongxue’s not seeing Xue requires everyone to acknowledge this, and Cui Shen doesn’t believe that Li Changan can do it!

When Emperor Qing saw that Cui Shen was so serious, he smiled happily.

Regardless of winning or losing, it is rare to be able to push the Five-Character Great Wall to this extent!

At this moment, Li Changan pointed his finger at the snowflakes outside the window.

"It's just describing the snow, it shouldn't be that difficult!"

"One piece, two pieces, three pieces, four pieces, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten pieces!"

He read every word very carefully!

The people of Northern Qi listened attentively, and then burst into laughter!

"Your Highness is truly a prodigy. He can count to ten!"

"So the level of poetry written by people from Nanqing is like this!"

"That poem, Ode to the Goose, is from our Northern Qi Dynasty, right?"

"Hahaha, I can't stop laughing!"

On the Nanqing side, everyone lowered their heads, feeling a little embarrassed.

Fan Jian covered his face with his hands, not daring to look at Emperor Qing.

Fortunately, Emperor Qing just laughed and didn't take it seriously.

That’s pretty good. I’ve only written half of the song!

I am a genius, but I couldn’t write these two sentences when I was five years old!

If Li Changan could put together a poem, tonight wouldn't be embarrassing.

Cui Shen stroked his beard and smiled, looking as if he was sure of victory.

Marquis Changning laughed so hard that tears came out of his eyes. Northern Qi was destined to win tonight!
When everyone's laughter died down a little, Li Changan cleared his throat again.

"Thousands and millions of pieces, countless pieces, fly into the plum blossoms and disappear!"

When he finished reading the poem, the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests suddenly became quiet.

The laughter from the Northern Qi side gradually died down.

Cui Shen's expression also changed from relaxed to gradually solemn!

A poem is finished!
There is no word for snow!

The first three sentences seem to be just counting, but the last sentence is the icing on the cake!
They fall down one by one, thousands and countless pieces scattering!
The plum blossoms that only bloom in winter fall and then disappear!

If this isn’t snow, then what else could it be!
If there is no last sentence, no plum blossoms, and no disappearance, the first three sentences are nonsense!

But now I have strung together a poem that just happens to be about snow!

"Hahaha!"

Emperor Qing suddenly laughed proudly!
Anyone with a discerning eye can tell whether this poem meets the requirements of the Northern Qi Dynasty.

Afterwards, all the ministers from Nanqing reacted.

Prince Jing exclaimed in admiration, "Amazing! Third brother is truly amazing!"

"You can even make a poem out of counting, and there really isn't a word for snow!"

Cui Shen was stunned for a long time, and then a bitter expression appeared on his face.

Changning Marquis Wei Bi, however, stared with his eyes wide open, as if he wanted to say something.

But he grew up in the North and he knows snow too well.

Thousands of petals fly into the plum blossoms, if it isn't snow, then what else could it be!
After Li Changan finished reading the last sentence, he instantly realized that this was snow!

In the end, he still said nothing.

Amid the sighs of the Northern Qi envoys, Cui Shen was completely convinced! Anyone who really knows how to write poetry would naturally know that Li Changan's poem about snow is impeccable.

"Never mind. I am convinced that your Highness is a genius!"

"From now on, foreign officials will no longer write poems!"

With the backdrop of this poem, the atmosphere of the state banquet reached its climax!
The great five-character Great Wall poem never suffered defeat in Northern Qi, but failed miserably in Southern Qing!
The literary world of Nanqing has been suppressed by Northern Qi for so long, and now it is finally time to vent its anger!
Emperor Qing raised his glass frequently, and the rulers and ministers of Southern Qing drank heartily!

As the state banquet was coming to an end, both sides had drunk a little too much.

Marquis Changning sighed and said, "Your Highness the Third Prince is indeed a genius."

"But Nan Qing only occasionally produces one or two good poems."

"If we talk about the orthodoxy of literature and the orthodoxy of etiquette, it's still in Da Qi!"

This kind of sarcasm and ridicule is most common in diplomatic occasions.

Emperor Qing gave a look, and Fan Jian, Guo Youzhi and others were ready to roll up their sleeves and engage in a verbal battle.

At this time, Li Changan's voice sounded again.

"Second brother...what is clothing?"

The sound was very small, but everyone in the hall heard it.

Li Zhi said frankly, "Yiguan is the clothing of intellectuals, representing cultural orthodoxy."

Li Changan was full of doubts. "Where is the cultural orthodoxy? It depends on whether the person has culture."

"Can we judge whether a person has culture just by the type of clothing and the north-south region?"

Before Li Zhi could speak, Wei Bi started to speak coldly.

"The child is still ignorant, he doesn't even know what proper attire is!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Changan suddenly laughed.

"Your Majesty, I would like to describe the Marquis of Changning!"

Emperor Qing did not hesitate, "Okay!"

Li Zhi asked curiously, "Third brother, you have already written poems about geese and snow, and now you want to write a poem about people?"

Li Changan shook his head, "Not Yongren."

Li Zhi understood, "Oh, that's right.

The Marquis of Changning is not a human being."

Upon hearing this, Wei Bi became furious.

"Li Zhi, you are not a human being!"

As soon as Wei Bi finished speaking, Li Changan said.

"I want an embroidery needle, the kind my mother uses!"

Li Zhi was confused, but Fan Jian patted the table.

"Oh! Your Highness is saying that Marquis Changning is very thin!"

Changning Marquis Wei Bi was almost furious. These two people were cursing in a roundabout way!

The ministers of Nanqing burst into laughter and Wei Bi's face turned red.

"Your Highness, I am all ears!"

"How come the foreign minister is so talented and virtuous that he has become a useless person?"

Li Changan pointed his finger at Wei Bi, and Wei Bi suddenly felt his body stiffen.

I have a very bad feeling!
"After a hundred times of tempering and a thousand hammering, a needle becomes a thread, which is then turned upside down and moved on the cloth.

His eyes are on his buttocks, he only recognizes the clothes and not the person. "

As soon as Li Changan finished speaking, there was a brief silence around him.

Then there was even more enthusiastic laughter!

Even Emperor Qing couldn't hold himself back and laughed so hard that he fell backwards!

Minister Nanqing was already very drunk, and now he was even more staggering.

Even the Northern Qi delegation couldn't hold back their laughter.

What a loss!
The eye of an embroidery needle is right on your butt.

Li Changan watched helplessly as the favorability of Marquis Changning dropped from -50 to -100!

The hatred is full!
The uncle of the future Northern Qi emperor Zhan Doudou was almost angered to death by Li Changan!

Li Zhi was drunk and came to Wei Bi with a wine jug in hand.

"The eyes are on the butt, isn't it just a butthole?"

"Marquis Changning, you are going to be famous all over the world!"

"From now on, the whole world will know your new title!"

"Asshole Hou!"

(End of this chapter)