The most romantic little emperor

Xiao Siliang's face was bitter when he heard this, and he shook his head helplessly. His mood seemed to be suppressed by this poem, and he seemed unusually depressed.

"My Lord Nanyuan, the literary attainments of this poem are so high that I cannot even begin to compare with it. Unless the God of Literature descends to earth, perhaps I can compete with it." He sighed helplessly, his tone full of helplessness and self-blame.

Yelu Lingxiao's heart sank when he heard this. He knew Xiao Siliang's talent very well, and since he said so, this poem was indeed extraordinary.

It seems that in today's poetry competition, the Liao people are likely to lose.

Yelu Jiner heard the conversation between the two and became curious. She moved closer and cheered for Xiao Siliang, saying, "Teacher Xiao, didn't you claim to be the best scholar in the world in the past? Why do you admit defeat so easily now? Are you afraid or have some other agenda? Do you want to stay in Daxia and not devote all your energy to the Liao?"

Hearing this, Xiao Siliang looked up at Yelu Jiner, a hint of helplessness flashed across his eyes, and he slowly said, "Princess, it's not what you think. I really can't write such a poem."

"It's not that I don't want to give it a try, but the exquisiteness of the poem written by Madam Dong just now is beyond my imagination. I don't want to believe that there is such a stunning work in the world, and it's hard to believe that such a poem was written by a woman. I am a little overwhelmed now, do you understand?"

Yelu Jin'er's brows were knitted tightly together. Her voice was low and puzzled. "Teacher Xiao, are you saying that the concubine of the Great Xia Emperor has reached an unattainable height in poetry? Do we really not have the courage to compete with her as she said?"

“That’s not entirely true.”

Xiao Siliang shook his head slightly, his deep eyes flashing with complex emotions. He sighed and said, "Lord of the South Courtyard, Princess, I have some doubts in my heart. That poem may not have been written by Madam Dong herself, but by someone else."

"After all, how could a girl like her, who grew up in a privileged environment and was pampered by the gods, experience the joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and life and death in the world so deeply? And how could she write such a beautiful and extraordinary work?"

"Wait, are you saying that this poem was not written by her?" Yelu Lingxiao seemed to have caught the key point in Xiao Siliang's words and asked quickly.

Xiao Siliang nodded affirmatively. After all, this poem made him lose all the courage to resist.

If he wanted to save some face in this situation, he could only rely on Yelu Lingxiao.

However, Yelu Lingxiao's face was terribly gloomy at this moment, and his jealous eyes almost spewed fire.

He glared at Xiao Siliang fiercely, his eyes full of disappointment and dissatisfaction, and cursed in his heart: "How come you can't write such a soul-stirring masterpiece? Even if you copy someone else's, it will be fine!"

Dong Meir's eyes slowly turned to Xiao Siliang, and her voice was a little provocative: "Mr. Xiao, it's your turn now. Please, let me also see the poetic talent of Liao literati."

Dong Meir would naturally not let Xiao Siliang, who wanted to ruin her reputation, laugh at her and humiliate her, go easily.

As Dong Meir's words fell, everyone's eyes fell on Xiao Siliang.

The Liao envoys placed all their hopes on Xiao Siliang. Now they did not expect his poem to be better than Dong Meir's poem, but as long as the level was not too far behind, their Liao would not lose too badly.

Dong Sicheng also stood up and laughed, "Mr. Xiao, let us also experience the style of a traitor like you, haha."

Cold sweat broke out on Xiao Siliang's forehead, soaked through his hair and slowly slid down his cheeks.

He slowly clasped his hands together, bent down, and lowered his previously proud head. His voice was hoarse and dry, as if it had been honed by gravel. He said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty the Emperor of Daxia, Madam Dong, I am Firefly Light. I lose this round of poetry competition!"

The Liao envoys were stunned at first, and then they went into a tizzy. The expressions on their faces changed from shock to anger, and they all started to curse Xiao Siliang.

Lost, actually lost!

They were filled with anger and resentment, but they were helpless. Xiao Siliang, the think tank they had placed high hopes on, didn't even have the courage to speak, and just admitted defeat.

It was a complete defeat. It was a complete defeat.

The reputation of the Liao Dynasty was trampled under the feet of a woman from the Xia Kingdom, and they felt extremely humiliated and angry.

At this moment, the Liao people hated Xiao Siliang and felt that his failure brought shame to the entire Liao Kingdom. They wanted Xiao Siliang to die to apologize and calm their anger.

In fact, the most miserable person is Xiao Siliang. His reputation has been ruined, and from now on, he will become a laughing stock in the eyes of everyone.

Of course, it is still unclear whether he can survive at the moment.

After all, according to the rules of the competition, if Xiao Siliang loses, he must stay in Daxia.

Qin Hao's attitude towards this remnant of the former royal family was even more unpredictable. He might order Xiao Siliang to be executed at any time.

Xiao Siliang felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar, freezing cold. He knew that his fate was no longer in his control.

He can only hope that Yelu Lingxiao can give him a glimmer of hope so that he can escape this disaster.

"Wait a minute!"

Yelu Lingxiao shouted, his eyes fell on Dong Meir, and asked in a cold voice: "Dong Guifei, I don't believe that this poem was written by you, so you won this bet unfairly."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present glared at Yelu Lingxiao and mocked him for not being able to accept defeat. Some even began to curse him in a low voice for being shameless.

After all, Yelu Lingxiao's words were undoubtedly questioning Dong Meir's talent and challenging the fairness of the gambling game.

Dong Mei'er's expression changed slightly, but she immediately regained her composure. She glanced at Yelu Lingxiao calmly, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "King of the Southern Courtyard can't afford to lose? Since the bet has been made, he should accept the loss."

"Didn't Xiao Siliang arrogantly challenge all of us here? As for whether this poem was written by me, is it that important?"

Yelu Lingxiao was speechless after being refuted by Dong Meir. After all, Xiao Siliang did say such words just now. He suppressed his anger and said coldly: "Dong Guifei is eloquent. I don't think I am your opponent. How about we play another round?"

"If you can still win, we will admit defeat; but if not, then this bet will not count!"