The most romantic little emperor

Although the moonlight is not as perfect as a full moon, it is scattered just right, adding a gentle and sad silver glow to the scene.

Countless onlookers, talented men and beautiful women, all looked up at the sky at the same time. The imperfect bright moon seemed to have become their common sustenance.

Crystal clear tears gradually gathered in my eyes and finally slid down silently, turning into endless longing for my distant relatives.

The phrase 'May we live long and share the beauty of the moon together even though we are thousands miles apart' is heart-wrenching and moving.

In the crowd, some people whispered, their voices trembling uncontrollably, and some people burst into tears, sobbing...

"I miss my mother who is far away in the south. Is she also looking at the same bright moon and thinking of me at this moment?"

"Ayi, have you found your true love and entered the world of red? If not, please don't waste your youth for me. Your happiness is my greatest hope." A young man who looked like a scholar knelt on the ground, looking into the distance with a dazed look, muttering to himself.

Some people shouted frantically: "I understand, I understand!"

"The moon waxes and wanes, and it is difficult to have everything perfect. I must pull myself together, take the exam again, and serve the court!"

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In this situation, crying and whispering are intertwined, making it difficult to extricate oneself.

In this brilliant cultural feast, a song called "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" came into being. Its profound artistic attainments undoubtedly ranked it at the top of hundreds of poems and firmly ranked among the top three, which is breathtaking.

Inside the venue, the originally boiling poetic exchanges froze in an instant, as if time had stood still for this stunning work.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable shock surged from the depths of the crowd, turning into cheers that resounded through the sky.

This is not just praise, but also infinite admiration for the genius.

Some people even knelt on their knees in excitement, as if they had seen a god, and shouted wildly, "The Immortal Poet."

The ladies from well-off families and the courtesans could not help but blush under the impact of this poetic tide, with their eyes and brows filled with unprecedented tenderness and admiration.

They either shyly lowered their heads or bravely cast meaningful glances, performing a beautiful scene of "beauties bowing down".

Ping Wuying, the usually calm, reserved and cold chivalrous woman in the martial arts world, couldn't help but feel ripples in her heart at this moment.

Her heart was beating violently without her noticing, and a trace of panic flashed across her eyes as she looked at Qin Hao. She quickly shifted her gaze into the distance, trying to find a trace of tranquility in the chaos.

However, the lingering rhythm of "Song of Water Melody" was like the curling smoke, lingering in her heart for a long time.

Unconsciously, her cheeks felt slightly hot, as if an iceberg that had existed for thousands of years was quietly melting.

There was an explosion above Pingxi Lake, a complete explosion!

The shouts surged like the tide, one after another, and the praise for Qin Hao continued for a long time.

After all, the power of these poems is so great that it seems to shake the mountains and rivers and inspire awe!

Qin Hao's mouth curled up slightly, an uninhibited smile hung on his lips, and then a free and easy burp came out of his throat.

He threw the empty wine jar casually, and it drew an elegant arc in the air before finally landing with a clang, announcing the end of this poetry gathering.

A breeze blew by, and the tipsy Qin Hao staggered. Old Feng moved, like a breeze blowing on his face, and quietly came to Qin Hao's side and held him steadily.

"Haha, Brother Zuo, it's your turn!"

Although Qin Hao's voice was a little drunk, it could not hide his heroic spirit. "We agreed to write a hundred poems, not even one less! As men of seven feet tall, we should value every word we write, and we must keep our promises!"

The dozens of scholars at Wenlan Academy looked bitter and felt a huge pressure.

Are you still a human being? How can you fight like this?

Zuo Wenxuan's eyes were empty as he walked towards the desk with heavy steps. He slowly picked up the pen and subconsciously prepared to write a poem.

However, his inspiration was like a dry riverbed, with no sign of springing up.

Suddenly, he threw the pen with great force, and the pen drew a lonely arc in the air and fell to the ground.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Qin Hao, a smile that was both bitter and relieved appeared on the corner of his mouth. He bowed his hands and said frankly: "Brother Qin, there is no need to compete. Wenxuan admits defeat and is convinced of his defeat!"

"There is no need to continue this poetry gathering. Brother Qin wrote a hundred poems during the drinking contest. Any one of them you pick out will be a height that I will never be able to reach in my entire life."

As he spoke, a hint of determination flashed in Zuo Wenxuan's eyes, which was a clear understanding of himself and a desire for a higher realm.

He took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, flicked his sleeves, lowered his body, and knelt down to Qin Hao without hesitation.

This bow is as heavy as Mount Tai. It is the highest respect for a talented teacher, and it is also a way to find a direction for one's future.

"If Brother Qin doesn't give up, I, Zuo Wenxuan, am willing to follow the etiquette of a disciple and take you as my teacher, hoping to make some progress in the way of poetry and make the most of this life."

As soon as Zuo Wenxuan finished speaking, the whole audience was shocked.

Under the spotlight of everyone's attention, the world-famous talent Zuo actually wants to become an apprentice to learn poetry?

"I've said before that poetry is just a minor subject. What's the point of learning poetry?"

Qin Hao stood proudly at the end of the ship, his hands behind his back, and said passionately: "A real man has the world in his heart and ambitions in all directions. How can he be trapped by the fence of a local academy and pursue that vain reputation in vain?"

His voice was not loud, but every word was clear, like the morning bell and evening drum, awakening the deaf and causing people to think deeply.

After that, he changed his tone and continued, "Zuo Wenxuan, your talent is rare in the world and beyond the reach of ordinary people. Why don't you take practical actions to write down your ambition to save the world and bring peace to the people, and achieve an unprecedented feat? Wouldn't that be great!"

Zuo Wenxuan's mouth curled up into a helpless bitter smile. He sighed and said to Qin Hao: "Brother Qin, you think this matter is too simple. I am just a scholar. How dare I hope to change this chaotic world with my own strength?"

His words instantly resonated with many readers.

Many scholars who also had ideals nodded slightly, with a look of recognition and helplessness in their eyes.

The breeze blew by, bringing a clear and firm question from the distant shore, "May I ask your Excellency, in the current situation, can the people in the court really hear our weak voices?"

The speaker had intention, and the listener took it to heart, and everyone was silent for a while.

Then, a heavier sigh sounded, "Yes, in today's world, corrupt officials are rampant, favoritism and fraud are rampant, and no one hears our voices at all."

“Even if you are lucky enough to be heard, you may still be ignored or distorted. Alas, it is really heartbreaking!”