The most romantic little emperor

Chapter 409: The Fragrance of the Core Is Cold and Butterflies Are Hard to Come

Shi Minghan muttered to himself, this poem was written by His Majesty himself, so he must praise it well. Even if the quality of the poem is poor, he must at least praise it to the level of being on par with Mr. Xiao!

However, the moment Shi Minghan's eyes touched the paper, he suddenly stood up as if struck by lightning, his whole body trembling with excitement, and even his speech became stammering: "This... this poem..."

His almost insane excitement immediately attracted everyone's curiosity. They all speculated what this old minister had seen that caused him to lose his composure like this.

It took a lot of effort for Shi Minghan to calm his heart which was about to jump out of his chest with excitement. He took a deep breath and looked at Qin Hao sitting on the dragon throne, his eyes full of awe and admiration.

He cleared his throat, tried to make his voice sound steady, and said aloud: "The poem Your Majesty wrote is titled Chrysanthemum."

"The west wind blows in the yard, the flowers are fragrant and the cold weather makes it difficult for butterflies to come! If I become the Jade Emperor in the future, I will reward you by letting the peach blossoms bloom in one place!"

When this poem came out, everyone in the room was shocked!

If I were the Jade Emperor in the future, I would reward you by letting the peach blossoms bloom in one place!

These two lines of poetry are short but profound in meaning. With only fourteen words, they exploded like thunder in the whole audience.

The eyes of everyone present fell on Qin Hao, who was still sitting on the dragon throne, and an indescribable shock and pride surged in their hearts.

They simply couldn't believe that such a wonderful poem actually came from the hands of their Emperor!

After all, most of the people present were well-read officials with a wealth of knowledge.

At this moment, they were all savoring Qin Hao's poem about chrysanthemums, trying to appreciate the hidden charm in it.

great poem!

Really good poem!

However, they could not tell what was so good about this poem and how good it was. It seemed that their knowledge was not enough to analyze the depth and beauty of this poem.

All I know is that this poem about chrysanthemums is different from all the previous poems about chrysanthemums, and is even completely different.

As the Minister of Rites, Shi Minghan was naturally a well-read and knowledgeable person. However, after he finished reading this poem, he felt a little overwhelmed. He thought about it again and again and felt that the words of appreciation in his mind were not enough to perfectly interpret the profound meaning of this poem.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help it. He bowed to Qin Hao and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, although I am well-read, I feel that I am not well-educated enough to read this poem."

"This poem has profound implications. I, an old minister, cannot accurately interpret it. Your Majesty, please help me solve this puzzle."

Qin Hao chuckled and said calmly: "If I were to explain my poem myself, wouldn't it sound a bit self-praising? This comparison doesn't seem fair."

Upon hearing this, Shi Minghan showed a trace of embarrassment on his face and didn't know what to do.

Just when everyone was in an awkward situation, a sigh was heard. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Xiao Wuliang slowly standing up. He took off the felt hat on his head, revealing a deep face.

He placed one hand on his chest, bowed deeply to Qin Hao, and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, the Emperor of Daxia, your talent is impressive. I, Xiao, lose this round of competition."

When Yelu Lingxiao heard this, he was struck by lightning and his face turned pale. He widened his eyes and shouted in disbelief: "Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! How could my Liao Dynasty lose to a southern barbarian emperor?"

His voice was filled with anger and unwillingness, and he obviously couldn't accept this cruel reality.

Upon hearing this, other envoys from the Liao Kingdom denounced Xiao Wuliang's treasonous behavior.

Wang Yourong clenched her hands, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and a faint smile appeared on the corners of her mouth. She laughed softly and said, "Your Majesty won!"

Zhu Qiqi and several other women hugged each other tightly, their faces filled with excitement and joy. They shouted loudly: "You won, Your Majesty won! Your Majesty is so amazing!"

Even Dong Meir, who was always so distant towards Qin Hao, couldn't help but show a brief look of daze at this moment.

Won, really won.

Qin Hao's poem actually impressed his opponents, which was a great surprise to everyone.

"we won!"

"Your Majesty wins!"

"Long live your majesty!"

The cheers of the crowd were like the roar of a tsunami, rising and falling, resounding throughout the entire hall.

At this moment, they seemed to be immersed in the joy of victory, feeling unprecedented excitement and pride.

Only the Liao envoys looked at each other, their faces filled with astonishment and unwillingness.

Obviously, this sudden failure was like a bolt from the blue for them and was hard to accept.

They were a little at a loss at the moment and didn't know what to do. They could only look at Yelu Lingxiao helplessly.

Yelu Lingxiao seemed to be in a state of confusion. He kept shaking his head, still unwilling to believe this indisputable fact. He shouted, "How is this possible... How could the Liao Dynasty lose... I will never accept such an outcome! I will not accept it!"

His words immediately attracted countless boos, and the Daxia officials around him also showed disdainful expressions.

Someone couldn't help but sneered loudly, "You guys have already admitted defeat, why are you still not convinced? You really can't afford to lose!"

"That's right! King of the Southern Courtyard, you should accept the defeat! Haha!"

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The crowd started to make a noise, with laughter and mocking voices rising one after another.

Along with these harsh sounds, Yelu Lingxiao's face became increasingly gloomy and ugly, like a dark cloud that could erupt at any time.

Xiao Wuliang stood aside, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart. He slowly closed his eyes and sighed, "My lord, victory and defeat are common in the military. If you lose, you lose. Don't worry too much about it."

"The most important thing is that we cannot let these Daxia people underestimate our Great Liao."

Yelu Lingxiao's eyes became deeper and colder. He found it hard to accept that Mr. Xiao, whom he had always respected, would slap him so ruthlessly.

This anger and humiliation intertwined together, causing an indescribable hatred to surge in his heart.

At this moment, he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and it completely exploded. He shouted sternly: "Enough! You are a good-for-nothing piece of trash. You can't even write a poem. What qualifications do you have to live in this world?"

After saying that, Yelu Lingxiao reached for the scimitar at his waist, intending to kill this useless guy who brought him shame.

However, his hand groped around his waist for a long time, but he still couldn't touch the familiar handle of the knife.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that he had lost his precious sword to Qin Hao in the previous gambling game.

Anger and regret intertwined together, Yelu Lingxiao's eyes became more ferocious. He glared at Xiao Wuliang fiercely, as if he wanted to vent all his anger on him.