Above the main hall, Luo Tong's four poems and songs amazed everyone!
No one thought that Duke Wu An, who was famous for his palindrome poems, was also so good in other aspects!
An Cangming looked at Su Cheng with a trembling face, unable to speak.
Originally, he was full of confidence, thinking that with his knowledge, he would be able to push Su Cheng to the ground and rub him, and even bring Su Cheng into disrepute today.
But in the end, things turned out to be the other way around, and he became the one being pushed to the ground and rubbed!
Each of these four poems and verses was stunningly talented, and he was not sure of winning any of them, let alone four of them.
At this moment, An Cangming realized that he had underestimated Su Cheng and overestimated his abilities!
Facing Su Cheng's provocation, An Cangming was speechless. He did not dare to publish the poems he had written.
At this moment, Shen Youwei raised the corner of her mouth slightly and looked at An Cangming with proud eyes: "Hey, old man, weren't you very arrogant just now? Why don't you speak now?"
"Oh~ I see. You must know that your poetry is not as good as my husband's, so you don't dare to speak, right?"
These words made An Cangming's face change, and he became even paler.
He couldn't bear it when a woman said this in public and wanted to refute him.
But he opened his mouth, but swallowed the words that came to his lips. He didn't know what he could say.
refute?
That also requires strength to refute!
A rebuttal without strength is just talk!
There were so many people present, as well as liaison officers from the other five dynasties. If he started to quarrel, not only would he lose face, but the face of the Yan Dynasty would also be lost.
In desperation, he could only turn his head and look at the fifth prince Murong Jie.
But Murong Jie also had a gloomy face at the moment, and his mood was extremely bad. How could he be willing to stand up and speak for him at this time?
If An Cangming could defeat Su Cheng, Murong Jie would definitely scold the Liang Dynasty, but now the loser is the Yan Dynasty, how dare Murong Jie stand up!
For a moment, the two of them were silent.
Seeing this, Su Cheng chuckled: "Dayan Wensheng? But you don't even have the courage to take action in front of me. With your little knowledge, you have learned all about intrigues. Your heart is not on the right path at all!"
These biting words made An Cangming furious!
He stared at Su Cheng: "Mr. Wu An, I admit that your literary talent is very good, and I also admit that I am not as good as you in poetry and poetry, but you cannot deny my knowledge because of this!"
It's OK to insult his personality, but you can't insult his knowledge. As a scholar, the most important thing is knowledge, and it doesn't matter even if his personality is gone.
But as soon as these words came out, the bachelors of the Hanlin Academy of the Liang Dynasty suddenly couldn't stand, and they all stood up and made accusations.
"An Cangming, you are still the Great Yan Literary Sage and you don't even have the bottom line as a human being. Since you have lost, just admit defeat happily!"
"It's just that in front of so many people, you don't even dare to show your own poems now. It's really embarrassing!"
"This is related to the dispute between the two literary saints. You are not going to admit defeat if you lose, are you?"
"Hey, I've heard everything. You and my family, Mr. Wu An, made an agreement before. Whoever loses will lose the title of Literary Sage."
"An Cangming, considering your old age, we won't force you. You should admit defeat on your own initiative. Don't use the name of Dayan Literary Sage to scare others in the future!"
The bachelors of the Hanlin Academy did not use curse words when swearing. Every word you said to me made An Cangming so angry that he couldn't let out a breath of bad breath.
Waves of severe pain came, and the evil energy in his heart could not be released. An Cangming was so angry that his stomach hurt, and his whole face was flushed with anger.
At this time, Su Cheng smiled lightly and stretched out his hand to signal everyone to stop.
Then, he looked at An Cangming and said, "It seems that you don't want to admit defeat. If so, just take out your poems."
He doesn't want to see this person again and just wants to end this matter as soon as possible!
But when An Cangming heard this, he stared at him: "Are you really going to do something so extreme?"
"I'll do it right?"
Su Cheng's eyes widened and he pointed at himself with a look of disbelief: "You're not mistaken, are you? It was you who sent me all the way here to cause trouble for me, but now you are saying that I will do everything right?"
"Come on, come on, the liaison officers of the five dynasties are here today, let them comment."
The five liaison officers looked at each other after hearing this. In fact, at this time, they also knew that An Cangming had lost, completely, but An Cangming did not want to admit defeat.
As witnesses this time, the five liaison officers naturally remained neutral. When Su Cheng asked, they all expressed their opinions:
"This matter is already obvious, Cang Lao, just admit defeat!"
"The matter has come to this, there's no point in carrying it around."
"This time you brought it to your doorstep. Since you lost, you have to admit it!"
"The outcome has been decided, don't lose your own face and the reputation of the Yan Dynasty!"
"Old man, you can't win even one of these four poems and songs, so why bother carrying it to your death and not admit defeat?"
The words of the five liaison officers were like a severe blow to An Cangming. An Cangming, who was already furious, instantly turned pale, trembling all over, and the blood in his body seemed to have solidified. He stood there dumbfounded.
He didn't expect that things would turn out like this. It was different from the scene he imagined!
However, Murong Jie, who was sitting down, saw this scene and understood that if he did not admit defeat today, the reputation of the Yan Dynasty would be completely ruined.
Thinking of this, Murong Jie narrowed his eyes, stared at An Cangming, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Old man, since you have lost, then admit defeat!"
As soon as these words came out, An Cangming, who had been holding his breath for a while, was like a deflated ball, and his whole aura plummeted, as if he had aged by more than ten years.
Although he didn't want to admit defeat, the situation was stronger than that of others, but he was not as good as Su Cheng. What's more, the fifth prince personally asked him to admit defeat. How dare he disobey the order?
Thinking of this, An Cangming held his hands and turned to stare at Su Cheng, saying word by word: "I, admit defeat!"
Su Cheng laughed: "Wouldn't it be over if I gave up earlier? Don't stare at me like this. You are no longer a literary saint. When you return to the Yan Dynasty, your status will definitely plummet. You can't offend me at this time."
Not a wise choice~"
These seemingly mocking words touched An Cangming's heart deeply!
As a person who values fame and fortune more than anything else, An Cangming really cares about his reputation as a literary saint. But this time he was defeated by Su Cheng. His reputation as a literary saint was taken away. Where will he be after he returns?
Previous treatment!
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. An Cangming couldn't suppress the anger in his heart. The bad breath in his body was stuck in his heart and couldn't come out. In addition, An Cangming had just been angry three times in a row. His body couldn't bear it, and he immediately sprayed out.
A mouthful of blood came out, and the body suddenly fell backwards!
Su Cheng was stunned.
Are you dizzy now?
That guy Murong Jie won't take the opportunity to cause trouble, right?