The most romantic little emperor

Qin Hao did not force it. He turned to look at Luo Yang who had just come back from asking for information and asked in a low voice, "Where are the talented people from the three academies now?"

Luo Yang bowed, his voice full of respect and competence: "My Lord, I heard that the talented scholars from the three academies have each chartered a pleasure boat and are sailing on Pingxi Lake at night, discussing poetry and lyrics in a very elegant manner."

Qin Hao raised his eyebrows slightly, as if his interest was quietly aroused. He chuckled and said, "How can such a beautiful scene be without our elegance?"

"Go and arrange a pleasure boat quickly. Tonight, I want to personally meet these famous talents in the capital, especially Zuo Wenxuan. I want to see what kind of person he is to receive such praise."

"Yes, sir!" Luo Yang responded, and with a stretch of his body, he blended silently into the bustling crowd like a breeze in the night, carrying out his master's orders.

At the side, Ping Wuying's beautiful eyes flickered with curiosity and anticipation. She asked with great interest, "I didn't expect you also knew Zuo Wenxuan's name?"

Qin Hao smiled faintly, "Of course I know. He is the top scholar of the three academies. It is said that he is a great talent. I wonder if he really has real talent and knowledge?"

Ping Wuying raised a faint smile, her eyes flickering with a hint of amusement, and she said softly, "Mr. Zuo's talent is as brilliant as the stars in the sky, and it is beyond the reach of ordinary people. I wonder if Mr. Qin has had the honor of reading his beautiful articles, especially those breathtaking poems?"

"I haven't read his poems yet. As for whether I need to read them, that's not necessarily the case." Qin Hao raised a cold arc at the corner of his mouth and said disdainfully.

"Oh? What do you mean?" Ping Wuying frowned slightly, with a hint of curiosity and confusion in her eyes.

"Are my poems not as good as his?"

Qin Hao smiled slightly, and that smile was filled with confidence and pride. He raised his eyebrows and said, "To tell you the truth, I am not bragging. My poetry may not be as good as Zuo Wenxuan's in terms of talent."

"It's just that I don't like to show off, so I just keep a low profile."

"just you?"

Ping Wuying's cold eyes revealed an obvious smile, and she shook her head and sighed, "Excuse me, although you wrote a very good poem, there is an insurmountable gap in all aspects compared to Zuo Wenxuan."

"I hope you will not underestimate yourself, and even more so, do not be blindly confident, so that you can make progress in poetry."

A Yue and Liang Hongyu looked at each other for a moment, and a hint of indignation flashed in their eyes. They were secretly angry at Ping Wuying's contemptuous words towards Qin Hao, but they remained expressionless.

Liang Hongyu opened her red lips slightly, with a barely perceptible hint of ulterior motive in her words, saying: "Some people are blind to the truth. How can the talent of my young master be compared to that of ordinary people?"

Ping Wuying heard this and raised her lips in disdain. She lightly retorted, "Humph, him? He is just a playboy who indulges in gentleness and wastes his precious time on women. How can he have any shocking talent?"

Qin Hao was burning with anger. It was not that he could not admit that others were better than him, but that he could not tolerate being looked down upon by a beautiful woman.

"Hmph, let's wait and see. Later I will let you know what it means that real gold is not afraid of fire!" Qin Hao snorted coldly.

Ping Wuying didn't believe it. She didn't hide her disdain on her face. She was too lazy to say anything more to Qin Hao.

Liang Hongyu and A Yue looked at each other and smiled, their eyes full of contempt for Ping Wuying, a shallow woman.

Because, in their world, Qin Hao's wisdom and talent are so brilliant that no words can describe them.

His omnipotent image had already occupied the hearts of the two women, just like the bright moon in the sky, which would not allow fireflies to compete with him for brilliance.

Although Qin Hao was unhappy, he was too lazy to argue with Ping Wuying.

He just smiled calmly, thinking to himself: "When the time comes, I will make you look at me with new eyes."

He turned around and told Elder Feng beside him, "Elder Feng, send someone to urge them! I want to visit Zuo Wenxuan, the great scholar, right away and ask him for advice."

Upon hearing this, Old Feng bowed respectfully and quickly dispatched his men to make arrangements.

Not long after, Luo Yang chartered a very luxurious pleasure boat. The boat was magnificent with carved beams and painted rafters, and could accommodate dozens of people for a leisurely cruise on the lake, showing its dignity and elegance.

Even the disguised shadow guards walked out of the crowd and boarded the ship.

As the boat slowly sails away from the shore, the lake sparkles and the breeze floats, bringing a cool feeling that is intoxicating.

Qin Hao stood at the bow, his clothes fluttering in the wind, his brows revealing an otherworldly demeanor.

This scene was like a dream, and it reminded him of the wealthy celebrities in his previous life. His image was no different from theirs.

Pingxi Lake, like a winding silver ribbon, lies quietly in the night. Its water is crystal clear, reflecting the gentlest moonlight under the August night sky, making it even more profound and mysterious.

The evening breeze blows gently, carrying a hint of coolness and a faint scent of flowers, brushing across your cheeks, taking away the hustle and bustle and fatigue of the day, leaving only tranquility and comfort in your soul.

On the shore, the lights are bright, the voices are bustling, and it is very lively, as if it is a microcosm of the prosperity of the world.

But this place is a quiet haven, far away from the hustle and bustle, where you can enjoy a sense of detachment and indifference, tranquility and far-reaching peace.

Just as Qin Hao was preoccupied with thoughts, a pleasure boat approached quietly, breaking the tranquility of the water and leading him to an unexpected encounter.

The boat opposite is simple and elegant, as if it came from time and space. Lanterns are hung high, and the words "Wenlan" on them are shining brightly, revealing a unique elegance and charm of literati and poets.

From the boat window, there were bursts of poetry reciting and occasional cheers, and it seemed that there were quite a few people inside.

As the boat slowly approached, a melodious poetic voice floated out from the cabin, washing away the dust around the ears like a clear spring, or like a spring breeze blowing across the heart, awakening the long-lost poetry and feelings.

The sound of poetry was occasionally mixed with bursts of applause. Obviously, the talented people in the cabin were immersed in a feast of poetry. It seemed that there were many people inside, but the elegance and harmony were not reduced at all.

This scene is not only a simple boat trip, but also a baptism and sublimation of the soul.

Qin Hao seemed to travel through time and space, appreciating the lake and moonlight with ancient literati, reciting poems and composing couplets, enjoying the tranquility and beauty that transcended the world.

His eyes were fixed on the deck, on a gentle scholar who was singing softly to the bright moon.

This man exudes a scholarly air, and his blue shirt flutters in the wind, which is the unique attire of Wenlan Academy.

Qin Hao's mouth curled up into a gentle smile, and his voice was a bit polite and respectful: "Excuse me, sir, is the talented Zuo Wenxuan on board?"