The most romantic little emperor

"You...you are Xiao Wuliang?"

Finally, a civil official recognized the man and asked cautiously.

Xiao Siliang shook his head gently, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he seemed to be a little self-deprecating: "My lord, you really have the wrong person. I am Xiao Siliang, not the Xiao Wuliang you mentioned."

"No, it's impossible!"

The civil official gritted his teeth and insisted: "Your eyes and your temperament tell me that you are Xiao Wuliang! So many years have passed, although your appearance has changed a little, I am sure that you are him. How come? The prodigy who once became famous at a young age doesn't even dare to admit his own name?"

"I was wondering why I felt so familiar with you? It turns out it's really you!"

Li Zhen sighed and said with emotion: "I was wondering why I didn't hear from you or find your body. It turns out that you hid in the Liao Kingdom and became a traitor."

Being called a traitor, anyone would defend themselves if such a thing happened to them, but Xiao Siliang didn't take it to heart, as if they were not talking about him at all.

Qin Hao frowned and asked Gao Lishi beside him, "Who is Xiao Wuliang? Why does this name sound so familiar to me? But I can't remember it for a moment?"

Gao Lishi bowed slightly and answered respectfully: "Your Majesty, this man should be a remnant of the previous dynasty, the younger brother of Emperor Yang of Daliang, Xiao Wudao. When the Liang Dynasty fell, he might have fled far away to join the Liao Kingdom in order to escape for his life."

Qin Hao suddenly realized that the person in front of him was actually a descendant of the Daliang royal family, but now he has become a running dog of the Liao people.

Gao Lishi carefully leaned close to Qin Hao's ear and whispered, "Your Majesty, if this man is really Xiao Wuliang, then we must be vigilant and act with caution."

"Oh? What do you mean?" Qin Hao raised his eyebrows slightly, seemed a little puzzled, and asked lightly.

Gao Lishi took a deep breath, as if trying to recall the rumors about Xiao Wuliang. His tone was full of emotion and sigh: "Your Majesty, you don't know that Xiao Wuliang is rumored to be the reincarnation of a child prodigy with extraordinary talent."

"He was able to compose poetry at the age of seven, and by the age of ten, he was proficient in all kinds of poetry and songs. His talent was so great that he was famous all over the world. If it weren't for Emperor Yang of Liang's ambition to kill the emperor and seize the throne, the throne of Daliang might have fallen into Xiao Wuliang's hands."

"Now, more than 20 years have passed, and Xiao Wuliang should be in his forties. His literary attainments are estimated to have reached a very high level. Although there are many literati in Daxia, few can be compared with him!"

When Qin Hao heard this, a sneer appeared on his lips, his heart full of contempt.

What child prodigy?

What kind of poetry and songs are you proficient in?

After all, he is just a little stronger than ordinary people. How can he be compared with the soul of himself who traveled through time and space?

What he possesses is the cultural heritage of thousands of years in his previous life. He can compose poems and songs at will, and each of them is a masterpiece for all time.

How can these ancient people compare to them?

Xiao Siliang stepped out from the crowd with an arrogant look, as if he was the master of this world.

He spoke slowly, his voice was not loud but full of provocation: "Your Majesty, the Emperor of Great Xia, I am here today to represent the Liao Dynasty and have a literary duel with Great Xia. I, Xiao Siliang, would like to challenge everyone present. What do you think, Your Majesty?"

Qin Hao raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. He looked at Xiao Siliang coldly, and a mocking arc appeared at the corner of his mouth. "As you wish, if you are willing to die, I am willing to bury you. I don't care whether you are Xiao Wuliang or Xiao Siliang. If you dare to challenge the majesty of my Great Xia, you must be prepared to lose."

"I ask you, are you ready?"

Everyone present was shocked when they heard Qin Hao's unquestionable and domineering words.

Xiao Siliang couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, but when he thought of the hardships he had endured over the years and the purpose of his trip, he straightened his back and prepared to face the next challenge.

The corners of his mouth curled up into a cold smile, which revealed a kind of determination. He shouted loudly: "What's the harm in life? Why fear death? Today, I will trample you traitors under my feet and let you also taste the taste of being humiliated!"

"How dare you!" Gao Lishi's voice exploded like thunder, and he shouted sternly.

Qin Hao waved his hand to stop Gao Lishi's actions. His eyes were fixed on Xiao Siliang, as if he was examining a prey to be slaughtered.

Then, he looked at Yelu Lingxiao, his voice filled with unquestionable majesty: "King of the Southern Courtyard, if you lose, I ask this remnant of Daliang to stay, how about that?"

After hearing this, Yelu Lingxiao shook his head slightly, as if he was thinking about something. Then, he nodded again, with an unfathomable smile on his face, and said slowly: "Your Majesty, if we win by chance, can we consider canceling the previous bet?"

"As you wish, I agree to your request. If you win, the previous bet will be invalidated." Qin Hao agreed without hesitation.

Yelu Lingxiao's mouth curled up with a smug look. It was obvious that he was very satisfied with the result. He was afraid that Qin Hao would regret it, so before anyone could speak, he excitedly said loudly: "Good! A gentleman's word is as good as gold!"

Sure enough, the civil and military ministers and royal relatives and nobles present stepped forward one after another to persuade Qin Hao to revoke his order.

Yelu Lingxiao turned around, glanced at everyone with cold eyes, and said sarcastically: "My lords, do you want your king to be a man who does not keep his word? If that is the case, then I can satisfy you, haha!"

Faced with Yelu Lingxiao's ridicule and provocation, everyone calmed down and stopped advising. They could only watch Qin Hao with worry on their faces.

Qin Hao waved his hand gently, with a hint of unquestionable coldness in his tone: "Let's get started."

Xiao Siliang pondered for a moment, his eyes sparkling with intelligence, and suggested: "Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moonlight is bright, why don't we use the bright moon as the theme to show our talents?"

He paused, as if he felt that this challenge was not difficult enough, so he added: "The poem is good, but it seems too simple. How about we increase the difficulty and write lyrics instead?"

Writing lyrics is much more difficult than writing poetry.

Poetry only needs to master the relationship between level and oblique tones and pay attention to the beauty of rhythm.

Ci has a fixed format, a fixed number of sentences, and a fixed tone of words. Writing ci must follow a fixed ci tune, which determines the number of sentences, words, tones, and rhymes. Just choosing a ci tune is very torturous.

In addition, the lyrics must also take into account the rise and fall of the rhythm, and consider the details of open and closed vowels. They must also be divided into five tones, five voices, six laws, clear and turbid, light and heavy, etc.

This not only tests the talent of the literati, but also tests their precise grasp of rhyme and rhythm.

But these are not difficult for Qin Hao. Although he can't write lyrics, he can plagiarize, and getting something for free makes him happy!

What's even more interesting is that the topic this time is still "Bright Moon". There is a ready-made one, and women like Wang Yourong are very familiar with it. Just pick one of them and they can instantly kill Xiao Siliang, who was once hailed as a "child prodigy".