The most romantic little emperor

Upon seeing this, the others immediately started talking like lit firecrackers, and all kinds of dirty words flooded towards Xiao Siliang like a tide.

There was a sudden uproar in the hall, with insults coming one after another, non-stop, like a violent storm, resounding throughout the hall.

Qin Hao sat quietly on the dragon throne, expressionless, letting those voices echo in his ears. He did not say anything to stop them, as if he was enjoying this farce, or perhaps waiting for the right moment.

Faced with the insults from everyone, even a saint would not be able to remain calm in such a situation, let alone Xiao Wuliang, a remnant of the previous dynasty who had been hiding for more than 20 years.

At this moment, Xiao Wuliang stood there, unable to remain calm. His face was pale, beads of sweat the size of beans oozed out of his forehead and rolled down his face, and the panic in his heart grew like wild weeds.

Finally, when the cursing gradually subsided, Qin Hao slowly raised his hand and signaled everyone to be quiet.

Qin Hao's eyes fell on Xiao Siliang, and a hint of teasing flashed in his eyes. He said lightly: "Okay, I will agree to your request. I want to see how much real talent and knowledge you, a remnant of the previous dynasty, have."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wuliang felt relieved, breathing heavily, and a look of joy appeared on his face, as if a fish struggling to death in the desert suddenly saw a clear spring.

"Your Majesty, since you have agreed, let's have a poetry contest."

Xiao Wuliang wiped the sweat off his face, raised his head arrogantly, glanced at Qin Hao, and said contemptuously: "The topic is set as chrysanthemum, both parties will write a poem, and the time limit is within one stick of incense, how about it?"

Many officials who were familiar with Xiao Wuliang's poetry suddenly changed their expressions when they heard this title.

Because all these civil officials knew that Xiao Wuliang had an almost obsessive love for chrysanthemums.

Before the collapse of the Daliang Dynasty, he had left countless poems about chrysanthemums circulating in the world, attracting countless admirers and praises from literati and poets.

And now, at this critical moment, he actually chose such a topic. What is his intention?

His move was undoubtedly an attempt to use poetry, which he was best at, to defeat the emperor of Daxia and to restore his dignity as a member of the Daliang royal family.

Perhaps, this contest was destined from the beginning to be more intense and thrilling than imagined.

Faced with Xiao Wuliang's shameless behavior, these civil officials could no longer hold back and began to curse.

Seeing the intense reactions of the crowd, Zhu Qiqi was a little puzzled. She turned to look at Wang Yourong and asked with a smile, "Sister Rong, is this old guy really good at writing chrysanthemums?"

Wang Yourong did not directly answer Zhu Qiqi's question. Her eyes were fixed on Qin Hao, and all the nerves in her body were tense.

Shi Mengyao, who was standing by, gently explained the doubts to everyone: "Sister Qiqi, don't underestimate Xiao Wuliang. I heard my grandfather mention him. It is said that he has a special liking for all flowers, and he especially loves chrysanthemums."

"You know, he could recite poems when he was seven years old, and his first poem was about chrysanthemums. Many of the poems about chrysanthemums that are circulating in the world today were mostly written by him."

"Besides, writing poetry is not an easy task, and it is even more difficult to conceive and create a good poem in just one stick of incense."

When the girls heard the news, they all looked worried and their worries about Qin Hao were evident in their words.

Wang Yourong came back to her senses, looked at her good sisters who looked worried, shook her head gently, and smiled softly: "Okay, sisters, you don't have to worry too much."

"Since Your Majesty was able to create such a popular masterpiece as "Water Melody: When Will the Bright Moon Appear?", I'm sure he can also easily write a poem about chrysanthemums. We should have confidence in Your Majesty. I believe he will be able to amaze everyone. Let's wait and see!"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the girls woke up from their dreams, and the worries in their hearts seemed to dissipate a lot.

They silently began to cheer for Qin Hao in their hearts, hoping that his amazing work would conquer everyone.

For a moment, the atmosphere on the scene seemed to become much more relaxed.

At this moment, Xiao Wuliang, who was sitting opposite him, looked calm and composed, as if everything was under control.

He sat elegantly in front of the desk, gently raised the pen in his hand, and glanced at Qin Hao with a bit of provocation and confidence in his eyes.

"Your Majesty the Emperor of Daxia, let's start the gambling game. I won't be polite this time." Xiao Wuliang raised the corners of his mouth slightly, his voice filled with pride and confidence.

Qin Hao nodded slightly, his face calm as water, and smiled faintly: "The outcome is still hard to predict. Mr. Xiao, please feel free to do as you please."

Write poetry?

I’m indeed not good at it, but I can fucking copy poems!

Tao Yuanming, Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Li Shangyin and even the immortal poet Li Bai, just tell me who you can compare to!

How could I easily admit defeat in this bet?

I will defeat you in the field that you are most proud of, with the help of other people's poetry, so that you will deeply realize your own insignificance and shallowness.

This kind of gambling game where you have no doubts about winning may have its own unique fun!

Soon, most of the time of an incense stick had passed quietly, but Qin Hao had not made any move. He seemed to be in deep thought, or brewing some big move.

His opponent, Xiao Wuliang, had already started writing furiously, with a calm look on his face, looking very relaxed.

Yelu Lingxiao's eyes swept across the poetry scroll in Xiao Wuliang's hand sharply. Seeing that he had already written two-thirds of the poem and looked confident, he immediately felt relieved.

He looked at Qin Hao who still hadn't taken any action, with a mocking arc on his lips.

Therefore, he didn't care whether it would disturb Xiao Wuliang's train of thought, and couldn't help but challenge him: "What? Is His Majesty the Emperor of Daxia going to admit defeat? Why are you so reluctant to put pen to paper?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere on the scene suddenly became tense.

Many civil and military officials and royal family members present showed anger. They knew that Yelu Lingxiao was deliberately provoking and trying to disrupt Qin Hao's thinking.

However, Yelu Lingxiao didn't care. Seeing that Qin Hao ignored him, he continued to provoke him. He wanted to humiliate the emperor of Daxia and let everyone present know that the talent of their Liao Dynasty was far beyond that of Daxia.

His intentions were so vicious that everyone present felt shameless.

Seeing this scene, Dong Sicheng was secretly delighted, as he had finally found an excuse to attack Yelu Lingxiao.

So, he stepped forward, with a righteous tone in his voice, and said, "No one is allowed to cause trouble during the literary competition. King of the Southern Court, please respect your status and don't let the world laugh at you!"