Li Baiyi pointed at this group of people and cursed: "You bastards and scoundrels, you want to frame me for plagiarism when you can't write poetry, right? How shameless are you?"
"Since you said that I plagiarized your work, do you have the ability to write a poem of the same level and let me see it?"
As he said that, Li Baiyi looked at Guo Mingwen, pointed at his nose and said, "Don't mention you. Even if your father comes, he may not have the literary talent to write such a good poem."
Guo Mingwen was stunned for a moment, then became furious. He pointed at Li Baiyi and cursed: "You kid, stop talking nonsense here and deceiving the public with your monstrous words."
"How can you understand my father's literary talent? Speaking of father, I remembered an interesting thing."
Guo Mingwen showed a hint of ridicule on his face, looked Li Baiyi up and down and said, "I heard that your father, the Duke of Zhenguo, found hundreds of teachers for you to teach you."
"Because I'm afraid that you, a loser like you, will embarrass him. I guess your father is also self-aware and knows how much he weighs."
"Your father's literary talent must be worse than that of a teacher. Who do you have to look down on my father?"
When Li Baiyi heard this, he suddenly couldn't bear it: "What more can you say? My father is the Duke of Zhenguo, and the battlefield is where he can use his skills."
"You mocked my father for not being able to write poetry, so can your father's poems make the enemy retreat?"
"Don't say that your father's poems are not as good as mine. Even if they are as beautiful as mine, can you save your life if you get stabbed on the battlefield?"
When Guo Mingwen heard this, he was so angry that he stared: "You!"
"Hmph, stop talking nonsense, I don't believe you can write that kind of poem."
"Your father has found so many teachers for you. It is normal to discuss it casually and write a masterpiece."
"If you are really confident that you can write a good poem, then let me give you a question on the spot, and you can write another poem. Only in this way can you prove your literary talent."
Li Baiyi flicked his sleeves and said, "Let me write another poem? Do you think you guys are worthy?"
Song Wen laughed, stood up and sneered: "If you can't write it, or are unwilling to write it, doesn't that prove that you have plagiarized?"
Guo Mingwen nodded and seemed to be convinced of Li Baiyi: "You don't have to admit this kind of thing, everyone is discerning."
"You are a warrior, good at such degrading things as wielding swords and sticks, and writing poems? Go home and eat noodles."
Before Li Baiyi could speak, Li Mao became angry. He slapped the table and stood up, pointing at them and saying, "Guo Mingwen, I've been putting up with you for a long time."
"You just accused our young master of plagiarism, but now you dare to say that we wield swords and sticks, which is an insult to our politeness."
"Since you are so arrogant, I will let you know what is truly degrading and polite!"
With that said, Li Mao rushed forward and kicked Guo Mingwen in the lower abdomen, knocking Guo Mingwen to the ground.
Zhang Wen, Sun Bing and others immediately rushed over and followed Li Mao to attack Song Wen and others.
It's not like they haven't done this kind of thing before. They advance and retreat together every time. It's okay for these literati to make them angry, but they can't humiliate them as warriors!
In just a moment, several of the scholars on the scene fell, and the remaining group of scholars joined the battle one after another. The number of warriors was small, but they were united, advancing and retreating together, and advancing and retreating well-founded.
There are many scholars, but they are weak and have no organizational skills. They are simply suppressed and beaten.
Li Baiyi was watching the battle, cheering as he watched: "Li Mao fought well, but Guo Mingwen deserves a beating. He dares to make fun of us warriors. Does he think our fists can only fight foreign invaders, not insiders?"
While fighting, Li Mao turned around and waved to Li Baiyi: "Young Master, why don't you fight with us? What a great opportunity."
Liu Yufei on the side couldn't help but feel worried when she saw this: "Young Master, why don't we let them stop? If the fight continues like this, what if something happens?"
Li Baiyi's eyes lit up and he smiled: "Is Feifei scared?"
Before he finished speaking, Li Baiyi directly pulled Liu Yufei into his arms. Feeling Liu Yufei's soft, fragrant and attractive body, Li Baiyi couldn't help but miss Feifei!
"Feifei, as long as I'm here, you don't have to be afraid of anything. Everything will be fine."
While talking, Li Baiyi gently rubbed Liu Yufei's slender waist and held Liu Yufei's little hand without letting go.
"Young Master, there are too many people here, please let me go quickly."
Liu Yufei lowered her head with a red face and said shyly.
But Li Baiyi felt like Liu Yufei was crawling into his arms, and couldn't help but laugh: "Feifei is right, there are too many people here, let's go to your room and have a chat about life."
With that said, he was about to put his arms around Liu Yufei and leave the place of trouble, but he heard a shout from outside.
"Li Baiyi, the young master of the Zhenguo Duke's Mansion, quickly enters the palace. The noble concubine and the queen have invited you."
"Li Baiyi, the young master of the Zhenguo Duke's Mansion, quickly enters the palace. The noble concubine and the queen have invited you."
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Li Baiyi was taken aback, then let go of Liu Yufei and said, "Feifei, I have to leave first. Let's talk about life next time."
Just as he was about to rush out, Liu Yufei held him back: "Young Master, there is someone blocking you in front, please take the back door."
Li Baiyi nodded without thinking carefully, and followed to the back door of Chunfeng Building. Just as he was about to rush out, he met someone walking out from one side.
Li Baiyi was caught off guard and couldn't dodge in time, and actually blocked his mouth!
Li Baiyi instinctively stretched out his hand to push the other person away, but found that his hand pressed on a soft place, and his mind suddenly went blank.
Is this a woman? But why is she dressed as a man, pretending to be a man?
The other party's face turned red and he was so angry that he raised his hand to hit him, but he dodged him and ran out, saying as he ran: "I'm sorry, it's all a misunderstanding. I'll apologize next time we meet."
Seeing Li Baiyi's escape, this person couldn't help but feel angry. She was Ye Lufang, the eldest princess of Beiyuan, who was next door to Li Baiyi and others!
"He is indeed a playboy. Not only does he spend a lot of time drinking and drinking, but he still behaves in such a dissolute manner!"
"Hmph, luckily my Beiyuan delegation hasn't entered the city yet. It seems there is no need to enter the city."
Li Baiyi didn't know that he had inadvertently provoked Princess Beiyuan. He fled out of the back door in a panic and hurried into the alley. As long as he turned two more alleys, he would be safe.
"Little Master, where are you running?"
A sharp voice like a ghost sounded from his side, and Li Baiyi's body suddenly seemed to stiffen.
Turning around, he saw that it was Eunuch Cao who was beside Concubine Xi. His whole body softened and he did not dare to run anymore.
"Eunuch Cao, I suddenly feel sleepy and want to go home and take a nap."
Eunuch Cao showed a playful smile and said: "Young Master, the imperial concubine has invited you, please follow me."
With that said, Eunuch Cao took Li Baiyi and disappeared like a ghost.
