Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but look at the door of the box, and saw a group of frail scholar-looking young men walking in from the outside.
The faces among them were basically familiar to Li Baiyi.
"Li Baiyi, what are you pretending to be here? You are the only useless useless person who still wants to go into battle to kill the enemy. Have you ever shouldered a gun?"
"You are incompetent in writing and weak in martial arts. If I were such a loser like you, I'd better die early."
Song Wen, who was among the visitors, snorted coldly, looked at Li Baiyi with contempt and said.
When Li Mao heard this, he stood up immediately and said: "You are talking nonsense. My young master is very martial, but he is definitely better at writing than you. Just now, my young master even recited a poem."
"We tough guys were moved to tears after hearing this. Do you dare to say that this poem is not good?"
Song Wen sneered and said: "Can writing a poem help defend the enemy? Writing poems to repel the enemy is just talking on paper. Empty talk will harm the country?"
"Who here doesn't know Li Baiyi's reputation as an uneducated person? Do you think he is a genius and want to worship him just because he recited a poem?"
"Maybe he plagiarized this poem from somewhere, so shameless!"
When Li Mao heard this, he immediately stood up angrily and wanted to explain to Li Baiyi, but Li Baiyi held him down, stood up and came to Song Wen's side.
"Let me tell you, don't mess with me. I used to look like I didn't understand anything, but I was just pretending."
"The main reason is that you losers are too weak. I am talented. If my strength is really exposed, I'm afraid you will feel inferior and never be able to pick up a book again."
"Actually, my real self is well-read in poetry and military literature, and is both civilized and military-savvy."
"I am a truly talented young genius. There is no one who can compare with me in the Dakun literary world."
Upon hearing this, a group of weak scholars couldn't help laughing. Song Wen even laughed so hard that his legs became weak.
"Oh, you're the only one who boasts about being so calm and composed."
As Song Wen spoke, he walked up to a young scholar and said to Li Baiyi, "Li Baiyi, do you know who this is?"
"This is Master Guo Mingwen, recognized as the number one talent among the younger generation in our Kunjing City."
"The words you said in front of him are only suitable for him. If you use them yourself, don't you think it's a big deal in front of Guan Gong?"
Li Baiyi looked at the man, somewhat impressed by Guo Mingwen, and looked a little more serious.
However, this made Song Wenhui mistakenly think that Li Baiyi had relented, and he felt even more proud.
"You, Li Baiyi, really overestimate your capabilities. You just said you wanted to participate in some kind of martial arts fight. After all, you are also the son of the Duke of Zhen Guo, but you chose to fight in a literary fight."
"You really don't know how much you weigh. If you want to participate in a literary fight, you have to be able to fight the rest of us first."
"We're not even sure we can win Wen Dou, let alone you?"
"I think you should admit obediently that it is too reckless to participate in a literary fight and that your skills are not as good as others."
"If you can serve us brothers well, maybe we will give you a decent chance."
"Master Guo is here. Please beg him to write two poems for you, although he may not be able to win this literary battle with Bei Yuan."
"But at least when facing Bei Yuan, I can lose with dignity and not be too embarrassed."
After hearing this, all the generals couldn't help but look ugly.
If Li Baiyi really begged them, it would be the same as after their generals lost to this group of civil servants.
They will never raise their heads again when facing this group of people.
However, Li Baiyi was not used to these guys at all. He pointed at them and cursed: "What do you think, asking me to beg you weaklings?"
When Song Wen heard this, his face turned red with anger: "Who are you calling a weakling?"
Li Baiyi said matter-of-factly: "I scold anyone who talks to me. You are so capable, why don't you dare to take up the literary fight with Bei Yuan?"
"You bunch of shy turtles didn't dare to take the fight when facing Bei Yuan. Instead, you ridiculed me, the person who took the fight. What qualifications do you have to teach me a lesson?"
When Song Wen heard this, he was so angry that he pointed at him and was speechless: "You, you!"
Li Mao suddenly felt refreshed: "That's right, not only did the young master have the courage to take over the literary competition, but the poem he wrote just now was very good, at least it was very passionate."
Song Wen took a few deep breaths and then regained his composure. He pointed at Li Baiyi and said, "He must have copied this poem from somewhere else. Who knows what kind of poem he can write?"
"How could he, a man who has never fought in a war or been on a battlefield, write a battlefield poem? It must have been plagiarized."
When Li Mao and others heard this, they couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. After thinking about it carefully, it was indeed true.
Li Baiyi has always hung out with his buddies. When did he learn to compose poetry?
It's not like they haven't seen the poems written by Li Mao before, they are terrible!
Thinking of this, a group of people couldn't help but feel their faces become dull and their faces were burning.
Even if the young father-in-law can't compose poetry, he can't copy other people's poems. It's so embarrassing to be discovered!
As for Liu Yufei, she also reacted, and her eyes dimmed instantly.
Indeed, what Song Wen said makes some sense, and this explanation is more reasonable.
What kind of poems and articles the young master had written before, she still remembered them freshly!
Alas, I originally thought that the young master was hiding his secrets, but now it seems that there are so many hidden things. Who has such a great ability not to reveal them, but also to hide them?
Li Baiyi watched the other party finish his performance and said with a mocking look on his face: "You have never seen a real genius yourself, so don't embarrass yourself here."
As he said that, he looked at the oiran Liu Yufei, and the ridicule on his face immediately turned into a gentle smile.
"Miss Liu, please recite the poem I gave you just now, so that everyone can listen and open their eyes."
When Liu Yufei heard this, she couldn't help but look troubled. She read a poem in public? She really couldn't forget the last time she died in public. Was she going to do it again?
Seeing Liu Yufei's hesitation, Li Baiyi was not going to force it: "If Miss Liu doesn't want to recite it, you can give this poem to her. I believe someone will like it."
Liu Yufei quickly shook her head and said, "Young Master misunderstood."
Liu Yufei took out the poem that she had put in her arms and prayed secretly in her heart that it would not be as bad as the poem last time.
As long as she can reach half of the poem just now, she will be considered a high-stakes person.
Thinking of this, Liu Yufei slowly opened the poem in her hand. She just read it once, and she was suddenly shocked!
This, this is really a poem written by Li Baiyi, it is simply a famous poem through the ages!
Li Baiyi wrote a masterpiece that will last forever. Is this polite?
