The most romantic little emperor

An indescribable sadness suddenly surged in Xiao Wuliang's heart.

Over the years, he has been walking on a knife edge, enduring humiliation and struggling to survive on the land of Liao.

The ambition to restore his country that once burned in his heart had long since dimmed and almost been completely wiped out under the ravages of time.

Although Yelu Lingxiao's attitude towards him seemed polite on the surface, he could clearly feel the contempt of this Liao noble in his heart for him, which made him feel painful.

Although other countries are good, for an outsider like me, it is still a place of right and wrong after all. I cannot fully integrate into it. At some point, I will even become a scapegoat in the hands of these nobles.

As soon as he lost the competition, Yelu Lingxiao took off his disguise and revealed his true face.

All the hypocrisy and politeness that existed in the past have now turned into ruthless ridicule and indifference. The anger and murderous intent revealed in Yelu Lingxiao's eyes show that he wished he could kill Xiao Wuliang as soon as possible.

Xiao Wuliang stood where he was, looking at Yelu Lingxiao with complicated eyes, feeling mixed emotions that were difficult to describe.

He knew that from the moment he accepted the bet, he had embarked on a path of no return, and his fate seemed to have destined him to be inseparable from this hall.

Yelu Lingxiao wanted his life, and the little emperor of Da Xia in front of him must also want to eradicate the remnants of the previous dynasty!

Xiao Wuliang took a deep breath and muttered to himself, "Poetry knows no borders. I never thought that I, Xiao Wuliang, who claims to be a genius, would not be as far-sighted as the rebel who stole my Xiao family's kingdom. Forget it, let me leave this world without any regrets!"

At this moment, his soul seemed to be sublimated, and he felt that he had truly transformed into a true scholar, possessing the pride and integrity that belonged to a scholar.

He walked slowly towards Shi Minghan with steady steps, his eyes revealing an unprecedented calmness and determination. He asked calmly, "Master Shi, could I interpret this poem for everyone?"

Shi Minghan was stunned and turned to look at Qin Hao. After seeing Qin Hao nod in agreement, he responded, "That couldn't be better."

Xiao Wuliang took the poem and couldn't help but let out a long sigh in his heart.

Originally, he didn't want to say anything good about Qin Hao, his mortal enemy.

But the beauty of poetry transcends national boundaries and transcends grudges.

At this moment, he followed the call from his heart and did not want to leave any regrets for himself.

As everyone said before, he loved chrysanthemums among all flowers, and the chrysanthemums he described were in various shapes and forms, each with its own charm. However, he never expected that the young emperor of Daxia could write such a unique chrysanthemum poem with his originality.

So, he lost this bet.

But what if you lose?

At this moment, he had no resentment in his heart, only love for poetry.

"The west wind blows in the yard, the flowers are fragrant and the cold weather makes it difficult for butterflies to come."

Xiao Wuliang said softly: "In the past, all the poems describing chrysanthemums revolve around the word 'lonely', as if they wanted to use this word to highlight their aloof, unique and extraordinary temperament."

"However, the Great Xia Emperor broke this convention with the three words 'planted all over the yard' at the beginning of this poem, giving chrysanthemum a completely new image."

"This is enough to show that in his heart, the chrysanthemum in the poem does not just represent himself, but symbolizes all the hardworking people in the world who work hard and silently contribute. This sentence alone is better than countless poems about chrysanthemums!"

When everyone present heard this, they instantly felt enlightened.

"I see. No wonder I always felt something was wrong but couldn't put my finger on why."

"Your Majesty is able to have such profound insights, which is really admirable."

"Your Majesty's vision and vision are truly beyond our reach."

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Xiao Wuliang continued, "As for the second line, 'The stamens are fragrant but the cold makes it hard for butterflies to come', it actually describes the tenacity of the chrysanthemums blooming in the severe cold."

"The Emperor of Daxia used this to express his regret and injustice for the fact that the chrysanthemums could not fully display their beauty due to the bad season. On a deeper level, he was speaking out for the people who were struggling in hardship, and used the fate of the chrysanthemums to reflect the bitterness of the people."

"The Emperor of Daxia, though in a high position, is able to care about the people and pay attention to their sufferings. This kind of compassion is truly precious and admirable!"

"I have written about the various forms of autumn chrysanthemums throughout my life, but none of them can compare to these two short sentences! I will keep today's teachings in mind."

Qin Hao smiled slightly, his tone was calm but full of meaning: "When the country prospers, the people suffer; when the country perishes, the people suffer. I just want the people of Daxia to live more like human beings, that's all!"

Su Zhengfang narrowed his eyes slightly, his heart filled with shock at this moment.

He never expected that the young emperor had such a broad mind and far-reaching vision.

With just one poem, he demonstrated his deep concern for the people and his grand ambitions for the world.

If he is allowed to continue growing, who will be able to become his opponent in the future?

Xiao Wuliang also seemed a little excited. He exclaimed: "And the last two lines of the poem, 'If I were the Green Emperor in the future, I would reward you with peach blossoms blooming in one place', vividly show the ambitions of the Great Xia Emperor!"

"He was filled with indignation and injustice about the fate of the world's hard-working people, and vowed to change the poor situation of the people, let peach blossoms bloom in every corner, let the world be peaceful, and let the people live and work in peace!"

He stared at Qin Hao and said calmly: "The Great Xia Emperor is so talented and ambitious, it is really amazing. I, Xiao, deserved to lose."

"If the people of my Daliang royal family had such great ambitions, my Daliang would not have been destroyed so easily. Well, after so many years, the few remaining fantasies in my heart should also be shattered."

After listening to Xiao Wuliang's interpretation, everyone's eyes turned to Qin Hao.

They were surprised to find that the young emperor had such broad and far-reaching ambitions in his heart!

At this moment, they finally understood why Xiao Wuliang gave up.

Xiao Wuliang's poems are also very good, but they are written about himself, Xiao Wuliang. His aloofness and detachment from worldly matters are revealed between the lines, showing his demeanor that looks down on the world.

Qin Hao's ambition is like a towering mountain, soaring into the clouds. In comparison, Xiao Wuliang's poems are like gravel at the foot of the mountain, destined to be crushed to pieces.

At this moment, there was no word of rebuttal on Yelu Lingxiao's face, let alone the proud expression of "I don't accept it".

His face was pale, and his eyes were full of astonishment and helplessness, as if he had been severely defeated by some invisible force, and he had lost all courage to refute.