My elder sister is so noble, this time it's my turn to strike back

After a moment's thought, Wan Rongyue suddenly tilted her head and asked Emperor Shengjing, "Your Majesty, my sister said that my son is young and ignorant and can't distinguish between the important and the unimportant. I'm worried that this will affect the diplomatic relations between our two countries. I beg you to allow the Crown Prince to step forward and compete with the Chu general."

When Emperor Shengjing heard this, his expression immediately darkened and he reprimanded the Queen:

"Nonsense! I understand the importance of diplomatic relations between our two countries, but Xiaoliu has already taken the stage, so how can I interrupt him midway? If I do that, won't the Chu people think even more that we have no one left in Daxia?"

The queen's face froze. She felt her face turn pale and blue at the sudden reprimand from the emperor.

"Your Majesty, I do not have..."

"But didn't my sister just blame me for not stepping in and stopping it in time? She even said that the prince should be the protagonist tonight.

But sister, you can see that the Crown Prince is not in his position right now. Do we really want to let the civil and military officials present and the people of Chu continue to mock us?"

What you are implying is that your own son is being lazy and unwilling to play, so you don't want to let others have the limelight?

That's too selfish.

Sure enough, when Emperor Shengjing turned his head, he saw that the prince's seat was already empty and there was no one in sight. He felt disappointed.

In such an important occasion, Xiao Yuche, as the crown prince of a country, actually left the table in the middle of it. How could this be considered improper?

There was a hint of anger on Emperor Shengjing's face.

"Where is the prince?" he asked the queen.

"Your Majesty, the Crown Prince was just sitting there. He must have eaten something and is feeling unwell. He will be back soon."

Just as the Queen finished her words, Xiao Yuche appeared in the lobby.

"Your Majesty, look, Che'er has returned." The Queen pointed to where Xiao Yuche was and informed Emperor Shengjing.

At the same time, Xiao Yuche had just sat down when he saw Xiao Yuzhi standing on the stage in the middle, thinking about something with a frown on his face.

He asked the palace maid behind him and found out that Xiao Yuzhi had actually agreed to compete in poetry with the Chu general when he was away.

The winner will not only get the Luban lock, a prize from the State of Chu, ten taels of gold, but also a good sword that the emperor has kept privately.

Xiao Yuche was not interested in the Luban lock, he was interested in his father's sword.

When she left the palace secretly before, she was sold to a men's brothel and was almost raped by a middle-aged man.

Although he had already dealt with the owner of Nanfeng Pavilion and the man who tried to molest him, this incident had left an indelible psychological shadow in his heart.

From then on, Xiao Yuche never dared to leave his weapon behind, and the dagger was his most handy weapon.

Now, seeing the small knife on the table in front of him, which was shining with gold and had beautiful gems inlaid on the handle, Xiao Yuche was immediately attracted.

He stood up and was about to ask Emperor Shengjing to write a poem on behalf of Xiao Yuzhi.

But at this moment, Xiao Yuzhi on the stage suddenly took a step forward, and at the same time, a voice came out of his mouth:

"Ode to the Goose."

Xiao Yuzhi's steps suddenly stopped.

This poem is very familiar.

Is it a coincidence?

Just as he was thinking this, he heard Xiao Yuzhi say the next sentence: "Geese, geese, geese..."

Xiao Yuche was even more surprised.

What's going on? This poem...

Before he could come to his senses, he saw Xiao Yuzhi in front of him take another step forward, while muttering: "Bend your neck and sing to the sky."

Then he took the second step, "White hair floating on green water."

Step 3: "Red palm pushes the green waves..."

After saying this, Xiao Yuzhi took the initiative to explain, "This poem was written yesterday when I passed by a lake near the imperial palace. I saw several snow-white swans playing in the water, swimming happily and happily. I was inspired to write this poem. Sorry for the inconvenience."

After Xiao Yuzhi finished speaking, he retreated to the stage at the side and waited for everyone's comments.

"Excellent! Although this poem consists of only a few words, it vividly depicts a scene of swans playing in the water. It is also catchy and perfectly reflects the innocence that the Sixth Prince should possess at his age."

The Grand Secretary of the court was the first to speak up and offer his comments on Xiao Yuzhi's poem. Soon after, other officials followed suit, praising the poem's beautiful artistic conception and childlike charm, deserving of widespread circulation. They also praised the Sixth Prince for his hidden talent.

Xiao Yuche on the side was dumbfounded.

Wasn't this poem from the book of poems his uncle Guo Yian had given him a few days ago? He had been planning to recite it himself at the palace banquet today, to make a big splash.

But who can tell him why his sixth brother also knows this poem?

Didn’t my uncle repeatedly assure me that no one in the world knew about this poem?

What exactly is going on?

Now that Sixth Brother has already recited "Ode to the Goose," what about the other poems that follow? Will Sixth Brother also...

When Xiao Yuche thought of this, he couldn't help but shudder. At the same time, he felt very conflicted.

Should I tell everyone that Xiao Yuzhi is a liar and his poems were copied?

But at this time, all the people of Chu were still there. If he exposed Xiao Yuzhi in public, wouldn't it destroy the diplomatic relations between the two countries?

Xiao Yuche's brows were furrowed in confusion.

The Queen and Guo Yian also felt the same way.

When the Sixth Prince read out the title of the poem, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Later, his guess was indeed verified by facts, and the poetry album had been leaked.

But Liu Qingqing clearly said that she would guarantee with her life that no one would have heard of these poems. For this reason, he specially helped Liu Qingqing to redeem herself. Now she is living in the house of a fifth-rank official and is planning to marry her in a few days.

How did the Sixth Prince know about this poem? Could there be a spy in the Eastern Palace?

When he thought of this, a chill suddenly flashed in Guo Yian's eyes, as if it could freeze people to death.

At this time, the faces of the Chu people were not very happy. Especially Ban Ge, he had never expected that this child, less than seven years old, could actually write poetry, and that the poem was of such high quality right from the start.

Although Ban Ge was a little surprised, he was not overly worried.

Qi Huai’s level is not bad either.

Sure enough, Qi Huai also took a step forward and stood in the position where Xiao Yuzhi was just now, frowning and thinking.

After only a few breaths, a complete poem came out of his mouth:

"Feast and Drinking Music"

Fine wine in golden cups reflects the candlelight, and delicious food fills the hall.

The general drank and talked joyfully, while the night was filled with music and dancing."

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole place fell silent.

Qi Huai arrogantly thought that everyone must have been moved by his masterpiece and was so surprised that they were speechless, so he smiled and said:

"Excuse me for the performance. This general was also inspired by the situation tonight. If you have different opinions, please point them out."

After a few breaths, an old man with a white beard stood up, shook his head slowly, and pointed out:

"Your Majesty, this poem simply describes the banquet scene, complete with fine wine and delicious food, a joyful atmosphere, and singing and dancing. However, its expression is rather straightforward and superficial, lacking in depth and unique imagery. Its technique is also rather ordinary. I believe that the Sixth Prince's 'Ode to the Goose' is clearly superior."

As he finished speaking, many people at the scene nodded in agreement.

"Yes, this poem seems neat, but it is indeed rather ordinary in terms of both artistic conception and expression. It can only be said to be of average quality."

Qi Huai didn't expect to be slapped in the face in public, and felt a little unconvinced.

"Nonsense! This general's poem is clearly superior. You are lying with your eyes wide open. You are helping your own people. This kind of competition is really unfair."

"Prime Minister, Crown Prince, what do you think? Could this poem of mine be comparable to the Ode to the Goose?"

As Qi Huai finished speaking, everyone present turned their eyes to Chu Shaochen and Ban Ge.