I, the villainous eldest prince, will suppress everything!

While the two were discussing matters, some people on the scene had already begun composing poems about the battlefield.

Among them were many talented scholars from the capital, whose poems varied in quality, some good and some bad.

The bad ones are just simple wordplay, utter nonsense.

After being criticized, the author felt extremely ashamed and quickly left with a flushed face.

Okay, the meaning of the words is clear, and it has received a lot of praise.

However, they are still far from winning the championship at this poetry competition.

After glancing at the scene, Song Qian looked at Qin Li beside her, who was searching for a poem in a booklet, and asked, "Your Highness, you're not really going to pick one from here and recite it in front of everyone, are you?"

"Otherwise what?"

Qin Li answered without even looking up.

Last time, I saw several poems about battlefield battles in the booklet.

Any song that comes out today would win first place, so why can't I find it today?

"Your Highness, why not try composing one yourself?"

"Perhaps Your Highness's own poems are even better than those in the book."

Song Qian looked at Qin Li with expectant eyes.

The booklet contained text that Fang Yuan had copied from somewhere.

Good as it may be, she didn't want Qin Li to borrow it from the bottom of her heart!

Since Qin Li could compose such a catchy poem as "Hoeing the fields at noon, sweat drips onto the soil," he could certainly compose one about battlefield warfare.

Upon hearing this, Qin Li quickly waved his hand, but still didn't raise his head; he refused to believe he couldn't find it.

He said:

"No, no, I wouldn't dare! I know my own limitations!"

"The poems in this book are treasures; my own poems are not even worthy to carry their shoes!"

Li Bai, Du Fu, Wang Wei...

What an awesome person!

Qin Li dared not compare himself to them.

We can only look up to and worship them.

I believe that every person in future generations will share the same thought.

Can you out-poem them?

Unless you're a Trisolaran!

Even the Trisolarans might not win!

Another reason is that Qin Li did not compose poems himself.

That means he wants to go all the way and ruin Qin Feng!

If Fang Yuan knew that the poem he wrote for Song Qian was used by Qin Feng to impress Liu Mei in his harem, the two would definitely fight.

Qin Li couldn't wait to see this good show.

In the Jiuyi Mountains, the two hadn't fought enough, so let's fight until they're bloodied and battered.

"Found it!"

Qin Li finally raised his head and said happily to Song Qian, "Hurry up, memorize it and get on stage."

"I?"

Song Qian stretched out her slender white fingers and pointed to herself in disbelief.

"If it wasn't you, then it was this prince?"

Qin Li frowned and said irritably, "I said from the beginning that I'm not good at composing poetry. Besides, this booklet is full of poems written by your husband, so it's most suitable for you to recite them in public. Do you think I'm the kind of person who seeks fame and fortune?"

"Hurry up and memorize it, then you can go on stage!"

Qin Li turned the booklet to that page and handed it back to Song Qian, urging her to memorize it quickly.

Song Qian instinctively resisted. Qin Li wasn't someone who sought fame and fortune; she was.

The poems in the booklet were not written by her; she would never use them to gain fame.

Seeing that Song Qian wasn't carrying it out, Qin Li became a little anxious, "Do you still want those grains to be transported to the front lines smoothly?"

"Of course I want to."

Song Qian nodded.

If she didn't want to, she wouldn't have deliberately provoked Chun Tao and Xia Liu to assassinate Qin Li, thus giving Qin Li the opportunity to capture the two of them. Nor would she have come to Tianxiang Tower today specifically to deal with Liu Mei and cut off Fang Yuan's left and right arms.

"If you want to memorize them, hurry up and do it. There's no time left. Haven't you seen how many good poems have already been published? What if everyone is blind and awards those poems as the best? Then we'll have nowhere to cry."

"That makes sense, but I only know how to do business, not how to recite poetry in public." Song Qian felt very uncertain and uneasy.

"That's easy."

Qin Li beckoned her closer and whispered in her ear, "In a little while, you'll do this first, then that, and finally..."

After hearing Qin Li's suggestion, Song Qian was skeptical. "Will this really work? Wouldn't it be too..."

"There's no time!"

Qin Li really wanted to hold Song Qian's head down and make her recite the poem.

Why so many questions? Women are such a hassle.

Seeing Qin Li's extreme anxiety, Song Qian found it amusing.

It turns out that the seemingly imposing and confident eldest prince has this side to him in private, which makes him seem very real.

Unlike Fang Yuan, who cultivated an image of humility and politeness throughout the mansion, treating everyone with kindness, he was like a mannequin, devoid of any human warmth.

After thinking for a moment, she closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths.

I kept convincing myself that I could do it.

After opening her eyes again, she said, "I'm ready."

Qin Li was taken aback. "You memorized it so quickly? You're a prodigy."

Song Qian said, "I already know every poem in the booklet by heart. I can recite them not only forwards but also backwards. Would you like me to recite them backwards for Your Highness?"

"..."

Seeing Song Qian's eager expression, Qin Li couldn't help but twitch his lips twice.

Got it!

She's also a funny woman.

Pressing his hands down, Qin Li reassured, "Just recite it forwards, there's no need to recite it backwards, no one will understand anyway."

"Remember the method I just told you, take it slow, don't rush, success or failure hinges on this."

"Um!"

Song Qian nodded firmly, her eyes resolute.

Then, under the expectant gazes of Qin Li and Xiu'er, he slowly stood up like a hero.

Haw!

Before Song Qian could stand up completely, she accidentally stepped on the skirt of the girl next to her and fell onto the low table in front of her where fruits and wine were placed.

It made quite a noise, attracting the attention of many people.

Upon seeing this, Qin Li and Xiu'er reacted in unison, both raising their hands to cover their faces, unable to bear the sight.

I asked you to make a fuss to attract attention, not this much.

Feeling very embarrassed, Song Qian quickly got up and patted her robe with both hands.

She coughed twice, then looked at the crowd and said, "You, you're all...all trash. What...what kind of...garbage do you write? I could write better with my toes..."

"Yes, that's it, better written than yours..."

Not only did Song Qian stutter, but she also lacked confidence. In the end, her voice grew softer and softer, like a mosquito humming.

Qin Li stared wide-eyed at Song Qian in disbelief.

Ok?

right?

Is that all?

What nonsense are you talking about!

I told you to show off, not to pull it.

It's bad enough that it's pooping, but it's a huge one!

Song Qian realized she had messed things up, so she quickly lowered her head and scratched her face.

She already said that she only knows how to do business, and she doesn't recite poetry in public.

As soon as she stood up, she became nervous, forgetting her lines and speaking incoherently.

But Qin Li insisted that she get up and carry it, and now that things have gone wrong, it's not her fault.

"Young master, what are you saying? Did you leave your vocal cords at home?"

"Yeah, he was stammering and I couldn't understand what he was saying. I thought there were mosquitoes in the building, hahaha..."

"Pretty boy, you should sit down and keep the Seventh Prince company while he drinks. Making him happy is more important than anything else!"

As soon as the voices faded, the scene erupted in laughter.

"I, I'm not a gigolo... I, I'm..." Song Qian retorted, her face flushed.

"But what? When you're selling your ass tonight, remember to wash it clean first..."

Upon hearing this, everyone burst into laughter again.

Some people laughed so hard they were doubled over, while others laughed until their stomachs hurt.

Song Qian's face turned even redder, but she was helpless.

Arguing is not her forte.

She just thought these people were vulgar!

Just when there was no other way.

boom!

The scholar who was laughing the loudest was suddenly hit by a flying desk, sending him flying backward and crashing onto the circular stage, spitting out a mouthful of blood…

Song Qian's face lit up with joy, and she quickly looked towards...