The most romantic little emperor

Yelu Lingxiao laughed dryly, and glanced at Qin Hao, who was looking at him coldly, and he was secretly pleased. He thought Qin Hao had been influenced by him and his emotions had fluctuated, so he said nothing more.

Damn, what the hell is this King of the South Courtyard? Don't think I'm afraid of you!

Want to be in the spotlight?

Aren’t you afraid of getting into trouble?

Humph, that's ridiculous.

Dong Sicheng sneered in his heart. This feeling of returning the favor in their own way was indeed quite good. You have been ridiculed by me and my daughter many times before. Today it is finally your turn to suffer!

At this moment, Zhu Qiqi was quite anxious. She turned her head slightly and looked at Wang Yourong beside her, with a hint of urgency in her tone: "Sister Rong, what is His Majesty doing? Why hasn't he started writing yet?"

Wang Yourong frowned slightly, a trace of thought flashed in her eyes. She gently patted the back of Zhu Qiqi's hand and said softly, "Qiqi, don't worry. His Majesty is wise and brave. He will not be confused at this critical moment. He must have made some preparations, but we have not noticed it yet. Let's wait patiently and see what happens."

Qin Hao seemed to sense their attention, and he turned his head slightly towards them. His deep eyes flashed with wisdom, as if he could see through their hearts.

He smiled at Wang Yourong and Zhu Qiqi, with a confident smile on his face, as if to say, "Don't worry, everything is under control."

Afterwards, Qin Hao turned his gaze to Xiao Wuliang, who was concentrating on writing poetry.

In his previous free time, he had talked with the girls about some poems of this era, although they were still a little different from the brilliant poems in the long history that he knew in his previous life.

But the Xiao Wuliang in front of him had already become famous more than 20 years ago and was recognized by the world. He must have real talent and knowledge.

If the poem he came up with was not good enough, there was a high possibility of failure, so Qin Hao did not dare to be careless at this moment.

In Qin Hao's mind, lines of poetry describing chrysanthemums were like shooting stars across the night sky, shining brightly.

In his memory, the chrysanthemums described by the ancients mostly highlighted a kind of aloofness and elegance.

Poets often compare themselves to chrysanthemums, showing that they are detached from the world, indifferent to fame and fortune, and even fearless of power and dare to challenge worldly constraints.

Qin Hao knew that if he also came up with such a poem, he would not be 100% sure of success.

So he wanted to change his thinking and use a completely new perspective to express the uniqueness of chrysanthemums.

At this moment, a line of poetry suddenly flashed in Qin Hao's mind. His eyes lit up and he immediately grabbed the pen and started writing.

The people around him were attracted by his sudden action, their eyes were focused on him at the same time, and their heartbeats seemed to tense up along with his movements.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the time of one stick of incense has arrived.

When the last wisp of incense smoke dissipated into the air, both parties had completed their poems and put down their pens at the same time.

Yelu Lingxiao took the lead in picking up Xiao Wuliang's poem and gently unfolding it. He took the lead and handed it to Shi Minghan.

Poetry competition is not only a competition of words, but also a contest of souls.

There are many unknown details involved.

In addition to writing poetry, there is also the segment of poetry appreciation, where the audience will often be guided by those seemingly profound analyses.

In such a situation, unless the next poem can demonstrate extraordinary talent, bystanders will feel that it is not as good as the previous one based on their preconceived notions.

Especially when it comes to chrysanthemum poems, this kind of topic with a very narrow concept is extremely difficult.

Yelu Lingxiao obviously realized this. He was quick-witted and decided to strike first and let Shi Minghan show Xiao Wuliang's poems to everyone first.

From this we can see that this King of the Southern Court of the Liao Dynasty, although seemingly rough, is actually a man of delicate mind and is by no means an ordinary person.

Shi Minghan frowned slightly. He had been waiting for Gao Lishi to send Qin Hao's poems, and had even thought about how to brag and praise him.

Who would have thought that Yelu Lingxiao would take the lead and disrupt his plan, so he could only appreciate Xiao Wuliang's poems first.

"Mr. Xiao's poem is called Qiuju! Qiuju is proud of the cold frost, and the wind and frost are very bad. It is naturally cold-resistant, so what can the wind and frost do to it?"

In just four sentences, Shi Minghan's rhythmic recitation made many people imagine a picture: the autumn frost is like a knife, ruthlessly hitting everything, but the chrysanthemums stand proudly, not afraid of the wind and frost.

Shi Minghan originally planned to nitpick and try to find flaws in the poem in order to belittle Xiao Wuliang's poem.

However, as he savored it word by word, his thoughts changed quietly.

He couldn't help but exclaimed: "What a great poem! Mr. Xiao is really talented. This poem uses chrysanthemums to express his aspirations, and the meaning is profound. The wind and frost in the poem symbolize the hardships and difficulties in the world, but they still can't stop the poet's tenacious will!"

"What a good poem! What a good poem!"

Everyone present was amazed that Xiao Wuliang could create such a masterpiece in such a short time.

Inspired by Shi Minghan's appreciation, many people felt that this poem "Autumn Chrysanthemum" was a true portrayal of themselves, and even began to applaud.

Yelu Lingxiao witnessed this scene, a sneer appeared on his lips, and he was full of pride. His goal had been achieved.

After everyone thought about it, they were shocked and their faces changed drastically!

It's bad! We are the subjects of Daxia!

How can you cheer and applaud your opponent?

Everyone was nervous, their palms were soaked with sweat, and they stared at Qin Hao intently, fearing that the young emperor would vent his anger on them.

Even veterans of three dynasties like Li Zhen and Wei Zheng were affected by the tense atmosphere and showed a rare solemn look on their faces.

On the contrary, Wang Yourong and other women seemed unusually calm, with a nonchalant smile on their faces.

After all, they had witnessed with their own eyes that Qin Hao created such a masterpiece as "Water Melody: When Will the Bright Moon Appear" in just a few breaths.

They had long been convinced of Qin Hao's talent and wisdom, so they were not panicked at all.

Qin Hao did not take the crowd's reactions to heart. He glanced at them leisurely, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said softly: "Poetry is an art without borders. Mr. Xiao's Autumn Chrysanthemum is indeed extraordinary and worthy of your praise."

After saying this, he gently raised his hand and handed the poem he had written to Gao Lishi.

Gao Lishi took the poem, took a quick glance at it, and his eyes lit up. He happily handed the poem to Shi Minghan.