The most romantic little emperor

In ancient times, a groom got married, and his good friend sent him a wedding couplet, "The flower path has never been swept for guests; the door is now open for you."

When everyone saw it, they were stunned at first: "Isn't this a line from the poem "The Guest Arrives" by the great poet Du Fu?"

Then everyone came to their senses, and some laughed strangely three times: "Hehehehe."

Some people applauded and cheered: "Great second!"

Some people pretended not to know and shouted loudly: "Brother, what does this couplet mean? I don't understand it. Please explain it to me in detail!"

When he shouted, some women blushed and lowered their heads shyly.

Some old ladies spat: "What a frivolous person!"

The groom grinned foolishly, feeling embarrassed and happy at the same time.

After Qin Hao finished speaking, to his surprise, the beauties around him did not react at all.

Their faces were full of dissatisfaction and resentment, and their eyes were staring at him like knives.

When Qin Hao saw how angry they were, he realized that he seemed to have aroused public anger and secretly regretted telling this dirty joke.

He smiled awkwardly, trying to lighten the mood, and said awkwardly, "Haha, this is just a joke, just for entertainment, everyone just listen to it, don't take it too seriously."

Shangguan Wan'er curled her lips slightly, teasing, "Your Highness, you are so lewd! This joke of yours is really bold! Several of us sisters are still unmarried girls. Do you think it is appropriate to tell this joke in this occasion? How can we sisters get married in the future?"

"That's right, that's right, Prince brother, you've gone too far. You showed no mercy to us sisters. Now let's see how you end this!"

Guo Xuanxuan added fuel to the fire and stabbed him mercilessly, making the situation even more embarrassing.

Qin Hao's eyes lingered on Liang Hongyu, who responded with a playful look, her eyebrows slightly raised, a sneer on her lips, "Don't count on me, don't expect me to help you, I don't want to offend so many good sisters."

Qin Hao turned his gaze to Shi Mengyao, Xie Wanying and other beauties. Their faces were slightly flushed, their eyes were lowered, and they remained silent. It was obvious that they were also angry and did not want to interfere.

Without waiting for Qin Hao's gaze to turn to her, Zhu Qiqi spread her hands and showed a helpless expression.

A Yue is kind-hearted and can't bear to see Qin Hao do anything bad.

So, she cleverly changed the subject and asked softly, "Your Highness, who is that Du Fu? Is he famous?"

"Sister Yue'er, you..."

When Liang Hongyu saw that A Yue wanted to rescue His Highness, she hurriedly tried to stop her.

Qin Hao understood what she meant, and with a smile on his face, he interrupted Liang Hongyu and said with a chuckle, "Du Fu is a very famous poet. Once a friend came to visit him, and he was so happy that he left behind this popular poem "The Guest Arrives"."

"This poem, with eight lines and seven words, is as smooth as flowing clouds and water, and is a masterpiece of regulated verse that has been praised for thousands of years."

The girls were deeply attracted by Qin Hao's words and listened to his story attentively.

Seeing that their curiosity had been aroused, Qin Hao stopped talking, gently picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it all.

He put down his glass, took a deep breath, and continued, "Actually, the original meaning of the poem is not what everyone imagines. You misunderstood me."

"Forget it, forget it. I will admit my mistake today and apologize to all the sisters. I am willing to accept the punishment."

After saying that, he waved his hand, sighed slightly, and revealed a helpless yet doting smile.

His sincere and innocent words were immediately forgiven by most women. Only a few women, such as Liang Hongyu and Zhu Qiqi, knew that he was pretending in an attempt to get away with it.

However, they did not point it out and could only cover their mouths and laugh.

Liang Hongyu was fooled by him many times. She smiled lightly, with a hint of teasing and wit in her smile, and said leisurely: "Sisters, let's not be blinded by His Highness's sweet words!"

"Hongyu, how could you misunderstand my intentions like this? Am I that kind of person?"

Qin Hao turned to the beauties with a hint of helplessness and resentment in his eyes.

He said in a gentle and elegant manner, "Sisters, are you willing to believe me? Do you want to listen to the popular poem "The Guest Arrives" and feel the profound meaning of it together?"

Almost all of the beauties in front of me are ladies from prominent families, and among them there are several talented ladies who usually like to study ancient poetry.

Therefore, they naturally agreed to Qin Hao's proposal.

In this case, only Liang Hongyu still doubted His Highness's intentions. She looked at these good sisters with a resentful face, and inexplicably felt jealous.

Wang Yourong is very clear about everyone's thoughts and always wants to take care of everyone's emotions.

So, she gently opened her red lips and whispered in a soothing voice: "Sisters, why don't we listen to your highness's poems first, and then we can make a judgment, how about that?"

All the women nodded, and even the heroic Liang Hongyu agreed deeply with the Crown Princess' words.

Seeing this, Qin Hao stood up without hesitation and paced leisurely.

When he walked in front of Liang Hongyu, he raised his eyebrows provocatively, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

Just as Liang Hongyu was burning with rage and about to explode, Qin Hao's poetic and rhythmic voice came into her ears like a breeze.

There is spring water in the south and north of the house, but I can see a flock of gulls coming every day.

The flower path has never been swept by a guest, and the Pengmen is now opened for Jun.

Panxiang City is far from being able to taste both delicious food and wine, and only old fermented grains are available in bottle and wine shops.

I am willing to drink with the old man next door, and call him over the fence to finish the rest of the cup.

As the poem fell, the women were intoxicated by it, as if they were drawn by the rhythm and stepped into another world.

Qin Hao's hearty laughter echoed in the air, "Applause, where are the applause for all the beauties?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he began to applaud. The clear sounds echoed in the air, as if cheering for the beautiful poem.

The girls seemed to have just woken up from a dream, as if they were brought back to reality by Qin Hao's applause.

Their faces were filled with bright smiles, like blooming flowers, beautiful and moving.

They all applauded, and the applause was as surging as the tide and lasted for a long time. Even Liang Yuhong, who was unwilling to accept the defeat, clapped her hands until they were numb.

"Well, this poem is indeed exquisite, but it seems to be inappropriate for today's festive atmosphere."

Shi Mengyao commented, with a hint of regret in her voice.

Shangguan Wan'er immediately took over the conversation with a mischievous smile on her lips, "Sister Mengyao is right. Today is the auspicious day for His Highness to marry his three beautiful sisters. We hope that His Highness can compose a poem filled with joy and blessings. Don't you agree?"

As Shangguan Wan'er finished speaking, the other girls echoed her. Their voices were as continuous as drizzle, and they clamored for Qin Hao to compose an impromptu poem.

Qin Hao looked at their expectant eyes, nodded helplessly, and reluctantly agreed.