"Pfft ..." Hearing this, Chen Tai, who was drinking tea, spurted it out.
Li Mubai and Zhang Shen both froze. They suddenly turned their heads and glared at Xu Qi 'an.
"The person who wrote the poem wasn't yang Ling?"
'Little brother, are you itching for a beating? you're selling me so straightforwardly ...' "That's my alias," Xu Qi 'an replied.
"Really?"
"Really!"
"What are you going to the Imperial Academy for?" the two still didn't believe him.
"Young man mu 'AI," Xu Qi' an sat up straight and said.
The room suddenly fell into silence. The three great Confucians felt that there was a blood clot in their chest. They wanted to vomit but couldn't.
. few seconds later, Zhang Shen stood up and pointed at Xu Qi. an's nose. you, you ...
He paced around the room, extremely anxious. "You're going to sing the song of the ages on a prostitute? is she worthy? Is she worthy?"
