The most romantic little emperor

Qin Hao continued to chant: "Clouds and trees surround the embankment, raging waves roll up frost and snow, and the natural moat has no boundaries."

"The market is lined with pearls, and the houses are filled with silk and satin, competing in luxury."

Every word and sentence is like a painting unfolding. The magnificent scene of clouds and trees interdependent, the majestic waves, and the unfathomable natural wonders that stretch across the sky are outlined one by one, as if you are there in person.

"The market is lined with pearls, and the houses are filled with silk and satin, competing in extravagance." This sentence pushes the wealth and luxury of the capital to the extreme. The market is filled with pearls, and the houses are filled with silk and satin, and the scene of prosperity and splendor is vividly portrayed on the paper, which is fascinating.

Wang Zhenqing and the others looked at each other, with only admiration on their faces.

A Yue, Liang Hongyu and others smiled at each other, their eyes filled with admiration and pride that were difficult to conceal.

This is the first work of the poem. It has grand openings and closings, magnificent momentum, and its profound artistic conception has depicted the beauty of the capital city vividly. It is truly a top-notch masterpiece.

However, even so, there was still a sense of unfulfilled feeling in everyone's hearts. They always felt that although the lyrics were good, they seemed to lack that wonderful touch that would touch their hearts.

While everyone was amazed, they also felt a little bit of anticipation, hoping that Qin Hao could add another touch of surprise in the next stanza, making this poem a truly masterpiece that will be passed down through the ages.

Qin Hao's voice suddenly rose, like a spring hitting rocks, flowing through the forest and hitting leaves. He uttered slowly in a tone that was almost chanting: "The mountains and lakes are clear and beautiful, with osmanthus in autumn and lotus flowers for ten miles."

"Qiang flutes play in the clear sky, lotus songs float in the night, the old man fishing and the little girl lotus playfully."

In an instant, the charm of this poem seems to quietly blend into this beautiful scenery, and is like a fisherman's song floating among the water lily leaves, gently spreading in the night, accompanied by the playful fishermen and the lotus-picking girls, their laughter, forming the most simple and moving music in the world.

After hearing this, Wang Zhenqing could no longer sit still. He stood up suddenly, his eyes wide open, his face full of shock, and blurted out: "Great words! Great sentences! It's really the best in the world!"

When Xu Changshan heard this, the teacup in his hand quietly fell to the deck. He was stunned, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

Three autumn osmanthus flowers, ten miles of lotus flowers, what kind of amazing talent is needed to create such exquisite and wonderful words!

Qin Hao's recitation did not stop. He continued in that magnetic and penetrating voice: "Thousands of riders surrounded the high-ranking officials, intoxicated by the sound of flutes and drums, and reciting poems while appreciating the mist and clouds."

"One day I will draw a picture of the beautiful scenery and boast about it when I return to Fengchi."

The picturesque scenery allows you to fully enjoy the prosperity of the world and the beauty of nature. It is a picture of prosperity and happiness.

As soon as the words fell, the surroundings fell into silence, leaving only the murmur of flowing water and the whisper of the breeze passing through the night.

The bright moon was in the sky, casting thousands of rays of silver light. The surface of Pingxi Lake was sparkling, like a flowing ink painting, quiet and profound.

However, the beauty of this scene seemed inferior to the ripples in the eyes of the surrounding courtesans. They stared at Qin Hao with their eyes full of water, and they were so affectionate that they could hardly control themselves.

Even Lady Xiao, who was always graceful and elegant, couldn't help but feel a rare hint of shyness at this moment.

She covered her lips with her sleeves, slightly opened her red lips, and gave Qin Hao a gentle and slightly smiling look. That smile was like a flower blooming in spring, bright yet subtle.

"Ugh……"

Wang Zhenqing sighed softly, his voice long and lasting, as if expressing his infinite emotion for the scenery and people before him.

He shook his head and said slowly: "Autumn osmanthus, ten miles of lotus flowers, from tonight on, when people talk about the splendor of the capital, they must first think of this poem as a symbol of the unparalleled scenery of the capital."

Zuo Wenxuan pondered and said, "This sentence is highly condensed and contains a soul-stirring artistic power. It is a quatrain that will be remembered for all eternity."

Wang Zhenqing looked at everyone and said solemnly: "Everyone, if this poem "Looking at the Sea Tide" cannot prove Mr. Qin's talent, then there is no need to talk about it."

For a moment, the surroundings fell into silence. Everyone lowered their heads in thought, with a few helpless sighs heard from time to time.

Even Xu Changshan, who had been aggressive before, now stopped and dared not to attack easily.

Many of the courtesans around looked up, their gazes passing through the gaps in the crowd and focused on Qin Hao, with unprecedented light and admiration flashing in their eyes.

If it weren't for the rippling blue lake that stood between them, I'm afraid they would have already thrown away everything and competed with each other to express their tenderness and affection, turning into a spring breeze, gently brushing against the side of this talented man and throwing themselves into his arms.

There is a subtle feeling in the air, which makes the whole scene more poetic and romantic.

Suddenly, a beautiful figure quietly emerged in the elegant painted boat of Wenlan Academy. She bit her teeth lightly, lifted her skirt, and ran lightly to Qin Hao.

Her voice was thin as a thread, but it was clearly heard by everyone: "Mr. Qin, please accept it."

Qin Hao was stunned and subconsciously reached out to take it. It was a white handkerchief embroidered with elegant patterns, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

Ping Wuying's face turned cold, and she snorted at the shameless woman: "How shameless! Can't you see that she is a married woman?"

Her sharp eyes turned to Ah Yue and Liang Hongyu who were silent at the side, her tone full of dissatisfaction and reproach, "Your men are about to be seduced away in front of you, but you are still indifferent. I really don't understand what you two are thinking."

Ping Wuying's words were both a satire on the woman who suddenly appeared and a silent question to A Yue and Liang Hongyu.

An indescribable complex emotion is revealed between the lines, adding a few subtle ripples to the originally tranquil painting boat.

A Yue and Liang Hongyu looked at each other, and a gentle and sly smile appeared at the corners of their mouths.

Ah Yue opened her red lips and smiled faintly: "My husband is loved by someone, we are so happy that we don't have time to be resentful."

Liang Hongyu was also not shy, and her words were full of generosity: "That's right, we don't mind it, Pavilion Master Ping, why are you in such a hurry?"

Ping Wuying was speechless when she heard this. Yes, they were not in a hurry, so why should she be in a hurry? It seemed that she was meddling in other people's business.

She remained silent, feeling melancholy in her heart. What happened to her? Why did her mood change so drastically?

At this moment, Xu Changshan was already embarrassed by the awkward situation, but he did not expect that his granddaughter Xu Jingshu would barge in at an inopportune moment, making him even more embarrassed.

His brows were furrowed, and his voice was filled with unquestionable majesty: "Jingshu, why did you come out? And you did such a shameful thing, which simply brought shame to the academy. Why don't you go back quickly."

The appearance of Xu Jingshu was like a ripple on the surface of a quiet lake, breaking the original tranquility and adding a more dramatic turn to the whole scene.

She stood there, crystal tears quietly sliding down from the corners of her eyes, each drop carrying unspeakable grievances, dripping onto her stunningly beautiful face, adding a bit of touching pity.

Her voice was trembling slightly as she called out, "Grandpa, I..."

Xu Changshan's brows flashed with impatience. He interrupted his granddaughter and said in a cold tone, "Go back to the cabin quickly, otherwise, I will make you face the wall and reflect on your mistakes, and you are not allowed to step out of the door."