Tang Dynasty: Taking the Empress Dowager to a brothel, Father Emperor, what a coincidence!

Cui Hao circled around Li Tai with a mocking expression.

"Since you, my chubby page, are so talented, then I, this young master, will give you a simple one."

Let's take poverty and gourmet food as the themes. If you, my page, can compose a passable poem, I'll admit defeat today.

If you can't do it, you guys better get down and bark like dogs.

Upon hearing this, the scions of prominent families around immediately cheered and applauded.

Li Chengqian curled his lips in disdain.

That's all this thing can do.

Pointing at a monk and calling him a bald donkey is utterly unoriginal.

Inside the elegant room on the second floor.

Zheng Qiuying sat by the railing, quietly watching the scene below.

"Miss, Cui Hao is really going too far! How could a mere pageboy possibly compose a poem?"

The maidservant, standing to the side, pointed indignantly and said...

Zheng Qiuying smiled faintly:

"Just watch, someone's going to be in big trouble at Qujiang Pool today."

Li Tai, who was downstairs, was completely stunned after hearing Cui Hao's words.

Ask him to write poetry? He'd never write a poem.

Now all he thinks about is meat and snacks; he has no interest in poetry.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at Li Chengqian.

Li Chengqian slowly stood up, picked up the wine pot on the table, and came to Li Tai's side.

"Don't just focus on eating, have some wine to soothe your throat."

While pouring wine, Li Chengqian secretly slipped a note into Li Tai's hand, concealed by his sleeve.

"Read it aloud. If you dare to mispronounce even one word, you won't be able to eat cornbread for the next six months."

Li Tai shuddered.

Driven by the urge to eat, he suddenly displayed a strong will to survive.

Li Tai stood up and threw the lamb bone in his hand onto the table.

"belch!!!"

Cui Hao took two steps back in disgust and covered his nose with his sleeve.

"You're so vulgar! Get down and bark like a dog!"

Li Tai gave Cui Hao a sinister look.

Once I'm free, I'll make you suffer, or I'm not Li Tai.

After feeling Li Chengqian's cold gaze, Li Tai hurriedly read the contents of the note aloud.

"Everyone has their own unique talents, and though I may spend all my money, it will come back again."

As soon as the first sentence was read, the noisy Qujiang Pool immediately fell silent.

The young men from prominent families around him all looked at Li Tai with surprise.

They didn't expect that this chubby boy could actually write poetry.

"Let us feast on roasted lamb and slaughtered oxen, and drink three hundred cups of wine in one go."

Upon hearing these two sentences, Zheng Qiuying stood up in shock.

"This...how is this possible?"

Cui Hao looked at Li Tai with a look of utter disbelief.

Li Tai pointed at Cui Hao with a pretentious air and said:

"That's it? That's all?"

My old butler is right. You self-proclaimed dashing young masters from noble families are not even as good as me, a mere pageboy.

"You should pack your bags and go home to farm, stop making a fool of yourself here."

Li Gang sat to the side, his face beaming with smiles.

These few lines of poetry are absolutely brilliant; no wonder he is the disciple I taught.

Cui Hao stared at Li Tai with a gloomy expression.

He didn't believe that the pageboy could actually compose such poems.

They were even more unwilling to believe that they were inferior to a pig.

"Impossible. Absolutely impossible."

Cui Hao pointed at Li Tai and roared in exasperation.

"This is definitely a fragmented poem you prepared in advance. How could a pig like you, who can't even recognize all the characters, possibly create such a masterpiece? You must have plagiarized it from somewhere."

The other scions of prominent families also snapped out of their shock and immediately echoed:

"That's right, it's definitely plagiarized."

"If you're so capable, compose three more poems on the spot. If you can't, none of you are leaving here today."

Li Chengqian feigned panic and retreated repeatedly.

"How can this be? My servant is slow-witted; he can only manage one poem a day. Aren't you making things difficult for him?"

When Cui Hao saw that Li Chengqian had backed down, his confidence instantly returned to its peak.

"Scared? Too late. If he doesn't compose three poems today, I'll have your legs broken."

A dozen or so scions of prominent families surrounded Li Chengqian and his three companions.

"They're going to break your legs."

Li Chengqian walked over to Li Tai, patted him on the shoulder, and then slipped three slips of paper into his hand.

Li Tai glanced at Cui Hao disdainfully and said smugly:

"It's just three poems? I'll show you what I'm made of today."

Li Tai grabbed the wine jug on the table, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp.

He then smashed the wine jug on the ground.

"Clinging firmly to the green hills, its roots firmly planted in the broken rocks. A thousand blows and ten thousand strikes cannot break its strength; it stands firm against the winds from all directions."

The moment the poem about bamboo was recited, the room fell silent once again.

Before anyone could react, Li Tai continued reading:

"I don't need praise for my beauty, I only leave behind a pure and noble spirit that fills the universe..."

Then came the third song.

"I fear not being ground to dust, but only wish to leave behind a pure reputation in the world."

Each of the three quatrains is more magnificent in its momentum and more profound in its conception than the last.

Everyone is stupid.

Is this some kind of pageboy?

Whose page could compose such poetry?

If this is a pageboy, then what are these scions of noble families?

Zheng Qiuying, on the second floor, looked down at Li Chengqian with excitement.

She absolutely refused to believe that the chubby boy had written these poems; they must all have been written by the Crown Prince.

Cui Hao felt that he had lost face completely today.

His own talent was completely and utterly crushed by a mere pageboy.

This made the face of this self-proclaimed number one talent in Chang'an look gloomy.

Since verbal methods won't work, we'll have to resort to force.

"They've rebelled! They've rebelled!"

Cui Hao roared angrily.

"How dare these unruly commoners publicly humiliate a noble family? Guards! Seize these four arrogant bastards!"

Break their arms and legs, then throw them into Qujiang Pool to feed the fish.

Changsun Chongteng stood up abruptly.

"Cui Hao, are you fucking crazy? Try touching me and see what happens."

But as soon as Changsun Chong finished speaking, dozens of guards and servants rushed in from outside.

Each of them held a stick in their hand, glaring fiercely at Changsun Chong and his three companions.

When Changsun Chong saw this, he was completely dumbfounded.

He never expected that Cui Hao, that bastard, would actually dare to attack him.

Isn't he afraid of his father's revenge?

Li Tai was also frightened by this scene.

He slowly moved behind Li Gang and grabbed Li Gang's clothes tightly.

"Grand Tutor, save us! They can't afford to lose, they're going to kill us!"

Li Gang, who had been sitting there silently, slowly stood up.

He looked at Cui Hao and the group of scions of prominent families with a gloomy expression.

Li Gang taught his whole life, and what he valued most was rules and etiquette.

Today he witnessed firsthand the despicable side of these scions of noble families.

If they can't compete in talent and learning, they start resorting to public torture.

These are hardly scholars; they're clearly a bunch of bandits in guise of culture.

How could the Tang Dynasty tolerate such rampant arrogance from these aristocratic scoundrels?

Li Gang coldly looked at Cui Hao and shouted:

"Today I'll see how you bunch of scoundrels threw me into Qujiang Pool."