The most romantic little emperor

Dong Meir looked like she was giving it her all, and her aura was so strong that it seemed as if she wanted to draw all the attention to herself.

However, her action caused the Liao envoys to burst into laughter.

They thought Dong Meir was just bluffing, like a trapped beast making its last struggle before death.

They didn't believe even more that this woman who looked like a vase could create any truly good words.

Even the civil and military officials and royal family members present were secretly worried for Dong Meir. Almost no one believed that Dong Meir could surpass Xiao Wuliang, who was famous twenty years ago, in poetry.

After all, Xiao Wuliang became famous at a young age, and his attainments in poetry had long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Even the well-read civil officials present lacked confidence, and all of them bowed their heads like quails.

However, Dong Meir seemed not to have felt the pressure. She glanced lightly at everyone present. Her bright eyes seemed to be twinkling with star-like light, and there was an indescribable charm flowing between her brows, like a spring breeze blowing on one's face, making one intoxicated.

She opened her red lips and spoke slowly. Each word she uttered was as round as a pearl, falling into people's hearts and causing ripples.

She whispered, "When will the bright moon appear? I raise my cup to ask the sky. I wonder what year it is in the palace of heaven."

The melodious and beautiful voice, like the sound of nature, makes people intoxicated.

Then she continued, "I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid that it is too cold up there in the jade buildings. I dance with my shadow, but it doesn't seem like I am in the human world."

Her poem reveals a state of mind that transcends the world, as if bringing people into a dreamlike world.

As her first verse came to an end, the entire hall fell into a brief silence.

Everyone was moved by her poems, as if they were in a wonderful world and couldn't extricate themselves.

Dong Meir suddenly stopped, she turned her head slightly, her eyes fell on Xiao Siliang who was standing aside. Her eyebrows slightly raised, with a faint smile on her face, as if she was mocking him.

"I wonder if Mr. Xiao has appreciated the first stanza of my poem?" Her voice was soft and calm, yet it carried a majesty that could not be ignored.

Xiao Siliang was already shocked to the point of being at a loss for words. His mood at the moment was like a beach swept by huge waves, in a mess. He stared at Dong Meir with wide eyes, feeling an indescribable sense of powerlessness in his heart. He couldn't believe that this woman he despised could write such a shocking poem.

He grabbed his hair like crazy, pulling it hard, as if he wanted to wake himself up in this way. His face turned red because of shock, and he kept slapping his face, muttering to himself: "No... Impossible, this is absolutely impossible! I... I don't believe she can make such a beautiful word."

At this moment, his heart was filled with despair, as if his world had completely collapsed. He could not accept this fact, and he could not accept that the field of poetry that he was proud of was surpassed by this delicate woman in front of him.

Dong Meir just stood there quietly, watching Xiao Siliang's loss of composure, without any joy on her face.

After a while, she slowly turned around and glanced at everyone present. The hem of her plain dress fluttered gently with her movements. Although there were no string or woodwind instruments to accompany the dinner, it added a bit of liveliness to the party.

Suddenly, she began to sing softly, her voice soft and melodious, as if carrying a kind of otherworldly charm: "Turning around the red pavilion, lowering the beautiful window, shining on the sleepless. There should be no hatred, why does the moon always appear full when we are parting?"

The beautiful and melodious singing came out of Dong Meir's mouth and echoed in the hall, like a breeze blowing through people's hearts, making people feel relaxed and happy, deeply immersed in it and unable to extricate themselves.

When she sang to this point, Dong Meir paused slightly, turned her head and glanced at Qin Feng again. There seemed to be some complex emotions flashing in her deep eyes.

"People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions; the moon waxes and wanes; it is impossible to have everything in life." She continued to sing, her voice revealing a hint of sadness and helplessness.

When Qin Feng heard this, he felt as if his heart was broken. He felt that Dong Meir was using this to express the relationship between them, which made him very happy.

"May we live long and share the beauty of the moon together even though we are thousands of miles apart." With the last line of the song, Dong Meir's singing came to an abrupt end. She stood there quietly, as if the whole world had fallen into a brief silence.

"it is good!"

Qin Hao was the first to applaud and laughed loudly, "This poem by Concubine Dong is really a masterpiece of writing and full of deep feelings. The poem contains all kinds of life, joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and also expresses the deep hope that all the relatives in the world can be safe and healthy. Even if they are thousands of miles apart, they can still share this beautiful bright moon."

"Every word and sentence is as if it were carefully crafted, impeccable and will surely be passed down through the ages."

"My dear ministers, what do you think of Mei'er's poem?"

When everyone heard this, they were all moved by the deep affection in Dong Meir's lyrics. They all clapped and agreed, and in an instant, the sounds of praise rose one after another.

Dong Meir lowered her eyes and pursed her lips shyly, but she was overjoyed in her heart. She knew that this poem had won the praise of everyone, and even the affirmation and favor of Qin Hao.

Qin Feng stared at the dazzling Dong Meir in the field, and his admiration for her became stronger and stronger. His whole heart seemed to be firmly attracted by her and he couldn't extricate himself.

He silently chanted in his heart: "Cousin Mei'er, you are so outstanding, just like a flawless jade. You are the brightest and purest white moonlight in my heart. I love you and am willing to give everything for you, even at the cost of my life."

Dong Sicheng knew his daughter well. He was well aware that although his daughter was extremely talented, it was impossible for her to create such a beautiful and timeless poem out of thin air.

There must be some unknown secret hidden in it.

However, facing everyone's praise and admiration for his daughter, he also felt extremely proud and gratified, as if he was shining with his daughter's light.

Soon, Dong Sicheng stopped dwelling on the matter because the poem came from his daughter's mouth. No matter what, he was willing to believe his daughter and this beautiful moment.

Although Yelu Lingxiao had dabbled in some poetry, he was not proficient in it.

Therefore, when he saw the crowd jumping for joy because of the poem, he couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sense of urgency. Obviously, he also realized that this poem was not simple.

He quickly turned to Xiao Siliang, who was standing aside, with an expectant light in his eyes, and hurriedly ordered: "Mr. Xiao, you should also quickly write a better poem, which must be better than that woman, so that these Daxia people can see the elegance of us Liao people."