The most romantic little emperor

Chapter 477 Poetry Party

Upon hearing this, Ah Yue's eyes suddenly turned cold as ice, and her voice was filled with unquestionable majesty: "Ping Wuying, you are so bold! How dare you openly slander my husband here!"

Liang Hongyu was not afraid. She opened her red lips and said, "Ping Wuying, although I, Liang Hongyu, respect you as a man of the world, your actions today were really excessive. You need to apologize to him, otherwise, I will never let it go."

Lady Xiao watched quietly from the side. The scene before her made her feel surprised and a little happy.

This tense atmosphere, especially since the person being challenged was the current emperor, made her look forward to it even more.

So, she neither stopped nor persuaded him, waiting for Qin Hao's response.

Although Qin Hao was a little angry in his heart, he had to pretend to be magnanimous. He waved his hand and smiled faintly: "Yue'er, Hongyu, you don't have to be angry about Miss Ping. She has the right to say whatever she wants. I don't care."

Although Qin Hao felt a little angry in his heart, he had to maintain his calm and magnanimous expression.

He waved his sleeves lightly, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his voice was calm but graceful: "Yue'er, Hongyu, you don't need to be angry about what Miss Ping said."

"She has her own mouth. She is free to say whatever she wants. So, I have my own limits on her words and don't need to pay too much attention to them."

Ping Wuying stood aside, lowering her head slightly. Although her voice was small, it was clearly audible. She muttered softly: "It is just like this. What kind of gentleman would hug women left and right? Aren't you just a guy who covets beauty?"

Her voice floated in the air and slowly drifted into Qin Hao's ears.

Qin Hao's eyes condensed slightly, but in an instant, he regained his composure.

He turned his gaze slightly and fell on the peerless beauty Xiao beside him. In those eyes, tenderness and smile intertwined, like a spring breeze blowing on the face, making people feel warm.

Qin Hao laughed and said, "Aunt Xiao, I happened to pass by your house today, so I thought of coming to have a delicious dinner. I hope you won't be unhappy!"

Upon hearing this, Lady Xiao displayed a charming smile on her lips, like a blooming peony, delicate and yet dignified.

She opened her red lips slightly, and her voice was as sweet as a mountain spring: "Master Qin, that's not true. I am very happy that you can come. How can I say I am unhappy? I will order someone to prepare dinner right away, and I will make sure that you are satisfied."

After that, she stood up gracefully, her skirt swaying gently like a blooming lotus swaying in the breeze.

She led everyone slowly towards the dining room, with laughter and joy along the way, creating a harmonious atmosphere.

After dinner, Qin Hao extended a cordial invitation to Lady Xiao: "Aunt Xiao, I heard that there will be a poetry gathering tonight by the Pingxi Lake, with many talented people gathering together, and the poems and songs will surely make people feel relaxed and happy. I wonder if you are interested in going with us to appreciate the beauty of the poems?"

"Poetry party?"

Ping Wuying's eyes flashed with surprise, and her voice was filled with curiosity and anticipation. She asked softly, "Will Zuo Wenxuan, who is known as the most talented person in Beijing, also participate?"

Lady Xiao stared at Ping Wuying, as if she could see through her inner turmoil. She said thoughtfully, "Zuo Wenxuan is the head of the three major academies in the capital, and his reputation is well-known."

"I've heard that he is very talented. Not only is he well-versed in poetry and songs, but he also has unique insights into state governance and people's livelihood. How could he not attend such a grand event?"

When this person was mentioned, Ping Wuying's icy indifference melted quietly.

On the contrary, there was a rare hint of respect in her eyes, just like a fan in her previous life, her respect and admiration were beyond words.

Qin Hao couldn't help but feel a little sad. He was the emperor of Da Xia, but in Ping Wuying's eyes, he seemed to be just a pervert who liked to hug people left and right.

Moreover, she had traveled thousands of miles just to assassinate him, the emperor.

However, she showed unprecedented attention and enthusiasm towards Zuo Wenxuan, an ordinary scholar.

After the comparison, Qin Hao couldn't help feeling disappointed.

This sharp contrast made Qin Hao feel an indescribable sense of disappointment.

He asked himself how it was possible that such a wise and brave man could end up like this in the heart of a woman?

Lady Xiao keenly caught the loneliness that was hard to conceal on Qin Hao's face, and a subtle joy arose in her heart.

So, she raised her lips and showed a charming smile, her voice as sweet as a spring: "As for poetry gatherings, I also like them very much. There are many people there, and the atmosphere is lively. If Mr. Qin doesn't mind, how about we go together?"

Ping Wuying frowned slightly when she heard this, and stared at Qin Hao with her beautiful eyes.

There seemed to be an indescribable complex emotion in her eyes, but more of it was a sense of vigilance and alienation.

After a moment's silence, she slowly said, "Qin Zitian, Pavilion Master Xiao, there is a difference between men and women, so let's just go our separate ways."

Qin Hao spread his hands helplessly, with a bitter smile on his face: "Miss Ping, it seems that you have a deep prejudice against me and still don't believe in me."

"I don't need to have any prejudice against you, I just look down on your character." Ping Wuying looked at the night view outside the window, her tone was flat, and always so distant.

Qin Hao frowned slightly, a trace of displeasure appeared on his face, and he said in a deep voice: "Miss Ping, although I, Qin Hao, am not a gentleman, I also know what is trustworthy. If you have any doubts about my character, then I have nothing to say."

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Lady Xiao quickly came to the rescue and said, "Master Ping, you and I have known each other for many years, and you know me well enough. I assure you that Mr. Qin is definitely a good person."

"Besides, the poetry reading is about to start. If we are late, we will miss it. This is a rare opportunity. If we miss it, we will never have it again."

Ping Wuying saw Lady Xiao coming out to help, so she nodded and said without hesitation: "Okay then!"

Originally, she also wanted to go to the poetry reading to see what kind of person Zuo Wenxuan, the talented writer who wrote about the sufferings of the common people, was.

night.

There was a poetry festival going on in the capital, and lights and decorations were hung everywhere.

One after another, Kongming lanterns were released, and below were bustling crowds of people, forming a picture of thousands of lights, which was truly a beautiful sight.

Qin Hao and his group were walking on the street.

"It's beautiful, really beautiful." Qin Hao said with a smile.

Ping Wuying sneered and said, "Aren't you going to attend a poetry gathering? How can a single word "beautiful" describe such a scene? Why don't you write a poem like the great poet Qin?"

In her opinion, Qin Hao in front of her was just a playboy who didn't understand poetry at all.

When Old Feng heard this, he felt a little embarrassed. In all his years in the palace, he had never heard that His Majesty had such leisure and elegance to compose poetry and songs.

"Okay, since Miss Ping has invited me so kindly, I will compose a poem..." Qin Hao said.

Old Feng raised his eyebrows, stepped forward quickly, and said in a very low voice: "Your Majesty, are you able?"

Old Feng was suspicious. This Miss Ping was both a chivalrous woman and a talented woman. Wouldn't it be revealed now that His Majesty had spoken?

Qin Hao glanced at Feng Lao and did not answer. He looked at the vast scenery in front of him and opened his mouth!