The most romantic little emperor

Qin Hao clapped his hands and smiled happily, "Well said, this remark touches my heart. People often sigh that it is difficult to find a soulmate, but today, I am fortunate to share this sentiment with you. It is truly a blessing."

Then, he looked at Zuo Wenxuan and asked, "If that's the case, then what kind of ideal country is in Zuo Aiqing's mind? How can we achieve it?"

Zuo Wenxuan was excited and spoke eloquently: "My ideal country is a country without exploitation, oppression, equality for all, without distinction of high and low, a country where everyone has land, where the people live and work in peace and contentment, and where every child has access to education..."

"To achieve this, we must break the shackles of power, overthrow the rule of the aristocratic families, unify the distribution of land, and establish a completely new order."

Qin Feng frowned slightly, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes, and he said slowly: "Master Zuo, your vision is indeed moving."

"However, the weight of imperial power is like a mountain pressing down on one's head, maintaining the foundation of the country. If one blindly pursues ideals and ignores reality, it may shake the foundation of the country. If one is not careful, it may lead to an abyss and the country may fall into turmoil."

Zuo Wenxuan quickly bowed and said apologetically, "Second Prince is right. I was not thoughtful enough..."

Qin Hao gently raised his hand to stop his self-blame, and his tone was a little more gentle and encouraging: "Lord Zuo, you are right. There is no need to blame yourself too much. Only those who care about the world can see the big picture from the small details."

"Of course, second brother, you have considered it very carefully. The current reality does not allow us to do so. We need to take it step by step."

"But I want to tell you that sooner or later the imperial power will be replaced by a higher system. This is the law of historical development."

When everyone heard this, they were all shocked beyond words.

Immediately, Qin Hao raised a faint smile and said softly: "However, you don't need to be shocked. These things are still far away from us. They can't be accomplished overnight or in one or two generations."

"These things need to be done step by step. Too much is as bad as too little. Of course, the most important thing for us is to live in the present and do well in the things at hand."

After hearing this, several people breathed a sigh of relief, their tense nerves gradually relaxed, and their eyes focused on the lobby again.

At this moment, the atmosphere on the scene has reached its peak.

Those children of wealthy families and nobles competed with each other, and each of their bids seemed to be made without the slightest hesitation, as if they were spending more than just money.

In an instant, the price of the auction items was pushed to new and astonishing heights, attracting the attention of people around and exclaiming in amazement.

Although Qin Hao's eyes occasionally swept across the fierce bidding scene, more often than not, he was immersed in the relaxed conversation with Xu Jingshu beside him.

Xu Jingshu's initial restraint and helplessness gradually dissipated under Qin Hao's gentle and sincere guidance. Instead, she opened her heart and not only spoke more, but her face also became more cheerful.

During this time, Wang Zhenqing came to the private room with the scroll that Qin Hao had won in the auction.

When he saw Zuo Wenxuan and Xu Jingshu in the room, he immediately understood why Qin Hao took this picture of the poem, and couldn't help but envy Xu Changshan, the dean of Wenlan Academy.

He secretly laughed at himself for being so slow to realize it, but he also secretly thought: Next time, he must bring his talented and precious granddaughter with him to create a beautiful encounter with His Majesty, and perhaps even create a good story.

Afterwards, he exchanged greetings with Qin Hao, talked for a while, and then found a reason to quietly leave, leaving this world to these young people.

After he left, Qin Hao handed the scroll in his hand to Xu Jingshu and said softly, "I never thought that you would be so obsessed with this poem. Today, I will give it to you in the name of auction. I hope it can stay with you."

When Xu Jingshu heard this, a warm feeling surged in her heart, but it was also accompanied by a bit of panic and uneasiness. She quickly waved her hands and said earnestly that the gift was too heavy and she could not bear it.

Qin Hao smiled gently, and insisted on putting the scroll into Xu Jingshu's hands, his tone calm and firm: "I have gladly accepted your kindness, and I like that gift very much. And I also understand your intentions, you don't need to say anything, and you can't refuse."

When Xu Jingshu heard Qin Hao's domineering words, a knowing smile appeared on her face, and then she took the scroll.

It has to be said that Dong Sicheng made a good start, especially the words he left before leaving, which greatly stimulated the guests present. After all, who wouldn't want a plaque with the words "Loyalty to the Emperor and Patriotism" presented by the Prime Minister of the dynasty?

The result is that everyone wants it, but no one gets the advantage.

This auction feast seemed like a silent competition among the children of wealthy families and wealthy businessmen. There was no need for Zhu Yongkang to find someone to drive up the price.

Every one of you present here is a leader in the business world or among the powerful. You are wealthy and powerful, and your eyes are shining with determination to get what you desire.

Why should I give up something I like to you?

Come on, let's see who has more money! Let's see who has a deeper foundation and who will have the last laugh!

In this situation, prices were like a wild horse running wildly, seemingly about to break through the sky, demonstrating the unbridled passion and unruly spirit of everyone present.

However, as time went on, many people began to calm down and became more cautious in their bids, with each offer carrying careful consideration.

However, just when this trend of calm was about to dominate the entire audience, Zhu Yongkang stood on the podium like a passionate orator, speaking eloquently and with every word being a gem.

His grasp of the bidders' psychology was extremely accurate, causing the price curve, which had been tending to be stable, to show a steep upward trend again.

Li Shishi, who was standing aside, was like a little fangirl, with admiration and teasing gleaming in her eyes, and she kept sending winks to the wealthy guests who were spending money like water in the audience.

Those men driven by desire were immediately attracted by this invisible charm, and their minds were distracted. They all wanted to show off their skills in front of the goddess they had admired for a long time in order to win her smile.

Afterwards, the two beauties Liu Xiangxiang and Qi Shanshan also joined in this silent contest. Their appearance was like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, causing ripples.

The men present were vying for her favor, their hearts filled with jealousy and they wanted to fight.

As expected, the four words “beautiful women are the root of all disasters” are true and are most vividly interpreted here and now.

The three beautiful ladies were secretly competing with each other in private. They used their own charm and skills to push up the prices of their poems, as if they were competing to see who could drive up the price of the poems even higher.