The most romantic little emperor

In the land of Daxia, the four words "respect teachers and honor learning" have been the unshakable cornerstone in the hearts of students since ancient times.

Zuo Wenxuan knew this very well. Although he was unwilling to show it, he did not dare to disobey it openly. He could only clasp his hands together, bow deeply, and respond respectfully: "Yes, teacher, I obey your command."

After saying this, his gaze gently turned to Qin Hao who was standing quietly beside him. His eyes contained both a sincere invitation and a desire to resonate with the poem.

He said slowly: "My dear brother, it is a rare opportunity for us to meet today. Why don't we take advantage of this poetry gathering to write poems together, so that the lakeside will not only retain the scenery, but also add a bit of cultural fragrance?"

Faced with Zuo Wenxuan's extremely sincere invitation, Qin Hao felt a little reluctant and couldn't help but let out a subtle bitter smile, secretly saying, "Master Zuo, you asked for this, you can't blame me."

His eyes turned slightly, and he had already made up his mind. He decided to take this opportunity to make the Wenlan Academy, which had a proud literary style, curb its arrogance, and also let Zuo Wenxuan know that there are always people better than you!

Unconsciously, the corners of Qin Hao's mouth curled up in an imperceptible arc.

The elegance of the poet Li Bai, the melancholy of the poet Du Fu, and even the boldness of the male god Su Dongpo...

I'm sorry, great gods, but tonight I have to borrow your talents to show off my elegance. I hope you don't mind.

"Mr. Zuo, you are such a talented man, drinking and writing hundreds of poems. I will accompany you to such an elegant occasion. However, there are conditions. I hope you can agree to them." Qin Hao turned his gaze to Zuo Wenxuan, his tone carrying a hint of teasing and confidence.

Zuo Wenxuan frowned slightly, looking unhappy, "Brother Qin, I don't know what the conditions you are talking about are?"

Qin Hao raised a faint smile and blurted out: "If I lose, I am willing to condescend to Wenlan Academy, not only to contribute to the academy, but also to do the most trivial things, such as washing clothes and sweeping the floor, without any complaints."

"If you lose, you have to agree to one condition of mine. Moreover, this condition does not violate morality or the law, and it is worthy of the country and the people. It also does not betray the noble spirit in our hearts. Is this okay?"

It has to be said that Qin Hao's words were quite arrogant. They showed his confidence in challenging himself, but also implied a hint of criticism towards Wenlan Academy.

After he finished speaking, the air seemed to be filled with a tense yet elegant atmosphere.

The young talents and beautiful courtesans who came to watch the excitement did so out of curiosity and came to watch this grand poetry gathering.

However, they were not expecting to be attracted by the kingly aura that Qin Hao inadvertently revealed, and were all impressed by his calm and unhurried demeanor.

In an instant, there was thunderous applause, one after another, and everyone's face was filled with subtle smiles as if they were afraid that the world would not be in chaos.

Zuo Wenxuan smiled cheerfully when he heard this, and nodded without hesitation: "Okay, no problem."

Qin Hao's eyes slowly swept over the people in Wenlan Academy, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He said jokingly: "Once the words are spoken, it is a promise as heavy as gold. My classmates, I hope you can keep your promise as gold."

"Brother Zuo, I admire you very much, but I don't like people who don't keep their promises. If you break your promise and go back on your word, you will bear the consequences yourself."

"Hmph, you brat are so arrogant!" A scholar in a blue shirt, with a hint of indignation between his brows, shouted harshly.

"That makes sense. You, the youngster, are already honored to be able to compete in poetry on the same stage with Senior Brother Zuo. How dare you speak so arrogantly!"

"Oh, you think too highly of yourself. Do you really think that you are so talented in poetry that you can easily win the prize? You are just a shallow person who is taking advantage of the situation to attract attention."

For a moment, the students of Zuo Wenxuan Academy were outraged and began to criticize Qin Hao, their words full of disgust and ridicule towards Qin Hao's arrogant attitude.

Ping Wuying's eyes were cold, and she did not like the sudden dominance that Qin Hao showed.

She frowned slightly and said unhappily, "You can compete in poetry, but why are you threatening me? Could it be that this is the style of people in your royal family, that you like to use your power to overwhelm others?"

"If you lose the poetry contest later, will you continue to threaten Zuo Wenxuan?"

Qin Hao glanced at her sideways and smiled faintly: "Didn't you see that it was the scholar from Wenlan Academy who spoke disrespectfully first?"

"Besides, it was Zuo Wenxuan who proposed the poetry contest. I just reminded him not to regret it."

Ping Wuying frowned slightly, her dissatisfaction evident in her words. She snorted with a hint of sarcasm in her tone: "Humph, it's that bureaucratic style again. It's so boring!"

Qin Hao was too lazy to argue with her, and just waved his hand lightly, "If you continue to act unreasonably like this, I'm afraid you will have to enter the palace on your own. I, Qin, don't have the time to accompany you."

"Are you looking for death?" Ping Wuying gritted his teeth, unable to hide the anger on his face.

She knew that this bastard was indeed unreliable and always liked to threaten people at critical moments.

At this time, Feng Lao on the side could no longer hold back, his eyes darkened slightly, and he cast his gaze at Ping Wuying like a torch. Although his voice was calm, it contained a power that could not be ignored: "Miss Ping, I hope you will not say such things again in the future."

Ping Wuying narrowed her starry eyes slightly, hearing a strong threat in the tone. She stared at the old man Feng in front of her, who had a hunched back and looked as if he had carried the vicissitudes of endless years, and was secretly surprised and suspicious.

Who is this person? He is so profound and unfathomable, and yet so loyal to Qin Hao.

Zuo Wenxuan spoke in a gentle and elegant manner, his words showing humility and grace: "Brother Qin, rest assured, I, Zuo Wenxuan, will keep my word and will never regret it."

"OK!"

Qin Hao laughed heartily, his voice shaking the whole field, showing his heroic spirit, "Come on, quickly prepare some fine wine, and fetch some paper and pen. Today, let me and Brother Zuo meet friends through poetry and compete with each other!"

Zuo Wenxuan appeared to be very literary; he rolled up his sleeves slightly, and his demeanor revealed a scholarly demeanor that was detached from the mundane world.

His eyes were calm, as if he had already made a plan in mind, just waiting for the pen to fall and the poem to weep ghosts and gods.

The competition of talents between Qin Hao and Zuo Wenxuan, drinking wine and writing hundreds of poems, instantly ignited the hot atmosphere on the shore of Pingxi Lake, as if the stars had fallen into the mortal world, shining brightly.

Countless talented men and beautiful women gathered on both sides of the strait, or came by boat, all casting their concerned glances and witnessing together the beginning of this literary feast.

On the lake, the lights and the moonlight complemented each other, like a pouring Milky Way. Other boats surrounded the two people's pleasure boat, slowly circling around it, forming a flowing picture.

From afar, the lights are bright and the scene is so grand that everyone can't help but admire the beauty of the scene.

There were also skilled painters who suddenly got inspiration and began to spread out paper and grind ink, writing with their brushes, wanting to permanently engrave this scene of "the grand poetry competition at Pingxi Lake" on the scroll.