The most romantic little emperor

Qin Hao, the person involved, felt ripples in his heart when he saw the beautiful woman crying, and he couldn't bear it at all.

He walked up slowly and said with a faint smile: "Dean Xu's baby is so beautiful, gentle and considerate. It is truly a gift from God. Dean, you are so lucky!"

Xu Changshan naturally understood the implication of Qin Hao's words. His move was clearly a clever way to pave a way for reconciliation for himself.

So, he went with the flow and said humbly, "Mr. Qin, Jingshu was young and ignorant just now, and she acted impulsively. Please don't take it to heart. I would like to express her sincere apologies to you on her behalf."

Qin Hao naturally heard the hidden meaning of the old man Xu Changshan, which was that he should stay away from his granddaughter.

A faint yet deep smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He said no more to Xu Changshan, but raised the wine cup, drank it all again, letting the cold wind blow on his face, standing still like a mountain.

The moonlight was as bright as a mirror, sprinkling down on Qin Hao, adding a touch of otherworldly air to him.

At this moment, Qin Hao was like a banished immortal drinking alone under the moon. Unintentionally, his beautiful words had occupied half of the poetry world in Daxia.

And Xu Jingshu's beautiful eyes, full of affection, seemed to be able to drip water, were fixed directly on Qin Hao.

The deep affection and admiration in it are like the most gorgeous flowers in spring, unconcealed, warm and pure.

Qin Hao nodded in understanding, and his eyes were filled with a tacit understanding that could be understood without words, as if an invisible bridge was built between their hearts. Emotions were surging, and a slight raise of his brows expressed thousands of words.

After a moment, he suddenly felt a surge of pride in his heart, and his voice was rich and magnetic, suddenly exploding in the night: "The next song will be named 'Untitled', telling all the unfinished love in the world, and listen to the wind singing, and sing with me."

"The stars last night and the wind last night were on the west side of the painting building and on the east side of Guitang."

"I don't have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but I have a clear mind."

"Every other seat is warmed by Gou Chun wine, and a red wax lamp is shed on each seat."

"I listened to the drum and went to answer the official's call, walked around Malantai and turned around."

Then, without any pause, he continued to recite: "I'd like to give you a poem called 'Lovesickness'. I hope you like it."

"Red beans grow in the south, and when spring comes, they will sprout a few branches."

"I hope you can pick more of this, for it is the most reminiscent of lovesickness."

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Zuo Wenxuan seemed to be fixed in place by an invisible force. He stood there in a daze, his eyes full of surprise, as if all the noise around him had nothing to do with him.

Only Qin Hao's poems kept exploding in his mind, and then a sadness emanating from inside out moved him!

Ping Wuying stared at Qin Hao's figure infatuatedly. In her clear eyes, there was no other color except deep shock.

This was the fifth poem she had heard from Qin Hao, and each time it was a baptism for her soul.

At first, she was skeptical that the talent of Qin Hao, a royal descendant, was not real knowledge, but a way of showing off his elegance by borrowing other people's works.

However, as the poems flowed, the sincerity and talent revealed between the lines completely shattered the doubts in her heart.

Each of these poems is like a flower blooming from the depths of Qin Hao's soul, unique and fragrant, making people unable to help but be moved.

Not only herself, but also the many talented people gathered around her were all in unprecedented shock.

Ping Wuying knew very well that such talent could not be imitated overnight, nor could it be easily purchased with money.

She opened her mouth slightly, a hint of bitterness appeared on the corners of her mouth, and she exclaimed sincerely: "This is not just a poetry contest between two people, it is clearly the Ninth Heaven, where ghosts and gods dance with poetry, performing a magnificent chapter that transcends the mundane world."

The air around seemed to be frozen by this amazement. Every recitation was like a spring breeze, nourishing the hearts of everyone present.

The more Qin Hao read, the more excited he became. He was completely immersed in the boundless sea of ​​poetry, unable to extricate himself.

"Quiet Night Thinking"

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground."

"Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to miss your hometown."

"Complaint"

"The beauty rolled up the pearl curtain, sitting deep in thought with her eyebrows furrowed."

"I only see the wet traces of tears, but I don't know who I hate in my heart."

……

Song after song pours out smoothly and relentlessly, like a machine endowed with the soul of a poet, tirelessly chanting the melody of wisdom and talent.

Whenever the words he uttered turned into shocking poems, the thousands of self-proclaimed talented scholars in the capital would be eclipsed by the dazzling light and lower their heads in shame.

From the first passionate poem "Song of the Wine", every poem was like a rushing river, pushing the poetry meeting to higher heights.

Zuo Wenxuan's mind seemed to be hit repeatedly by an invisible hammer. He was on the verge of collapse. He staggered several times and was almost knocked to the ground by the invisible pressure.

"Still comparing? This...how can it be compared?" He thought to himself, unable to hide the bitterness and despair in his voice.

As soon as the opponent made a move, it was a dimensionality reduction attack that was enough to shake the poetry world of Daxia. It was like an insurmountable chasm that made him afraid.

No matter whether it is the majestic "Song of the Wine" or the sleepless and profound "Quiet Night Thoughts" under the moon, every word is a gem, every sentence is full of emotion, the beauty of rhythm and the depth of artistic conception are all extraordinary.

Looking at the entire Pingxi Lake Poetry Festival, no one can write poetry of such a high level.

To put it bluntly, these young talents may not even be qualified to carry Qin Hao's shoes.

Although these words were a bit rough, they hit the nail on the head and struck people's hearts directly. An indescribable feeling of frustration quietly surged in everyone's hearts.

This should have been a stage for them to compete with each other, but unexpectedly, it became a performance by Qin Hao alone.

Qin Hao picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. The wine slid down, leaving a stain on the corner of his mouth. His body swayed slightly, his cheeks were as red as clouds, and his eyes flashed with unruly and fanatical light.

He was going to put the most splendid end to this highly anticipated poetry gathering with a stunning work, and he vowed to make this calm lake boil and explode because of him!

"And listen to the last song, 'Song of Water Melody'!" At this moment, his voice seemed to have transcended the shackles of time and space, resounding through the sky with endless passion and ambition.

"When will the bright moon appear? I raise my cup to ask the sky."

"I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky."

"I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places."

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"People have sorrows and joys, and the moon is cloudy and clear. This matter is hard to come by in ancient times."

"Nung, moon and new moon!"

As Qin Hao's deep and magnetic voice fell, the atmosphere on the scene was like the surface of a lake suddenly stirred by a spring breeze, with ripples spreading out layer by layer and reaching a peak in an instant.