I, the villainous eldest prince, will suppress everything!

"In my drunken stupor, I pick up my sword by lamplight; in my dreams, I hear bugles echoing through the camps. Eight hundred miles of roasted meat are distributed among my troops; fifty strings of music resonate beyond the Great Wall; autumn brings the review of troops on the battlefield."

As Song Qian finished speaking, the previously chaotic scene suddenly fell silent.

Many people closed their eyes and savored the poem.

Drunk, I light a lamp to examine my sword; in my dreams, I hear the bugles echoing through the camps…

Damn it!

Very well written.

In just two sentences, they were already ashamed of their own inferiority.

Unlike their poems, the Seventh Prince's masterpiece, recited through the mouth of his male favorite, was clearly of a much higher quality.

No, saying they are much taller is already a compliment.

Because what they wrote couldn't even be considered poetry!

"What a wonderful poem!"

"Drunk, I pick up my sword by lamplight; in my dreams, I hear bugles echoing through the camps… I feel as if I'm suddenly in the military camp, so real! So incredibly real!"

"This poem is absolutely worthy of winning first place at this poetry competition!"

"That's what I think too."

"You damned male concubine, this poem is clearly not finished, there's a second half, right? Read it quickly, read it quickly..."

"Of course it's not over yet!"

Song Qian first glared fiercely at the person who had called him a dead male concubine, then raised her chin and said proudly, "The second half of the poem is... 'The horse gallops swiftly like Lu Bu's Red Hare, the bowstring twangs like thunder. Having accomplished the affairs of the king and the world, he wins fame before and after his death, but alas, his white hair grows!'"

boom!

As Song Qian finished reciting the entire poem.

A thunderclap seemed to rise from the ground, and everyone present felt their hearts surge with emotion, unable to calm down for a long time.

They couldn't wait to abandon their literary pursuits and join the military, to go to the border to kill the enemy and make meritorious contributions!

Even Liu Mei, who was being carried into the room by Qin Li, had eyes full of approval!

It's quite surprising that the useless seventh prince has such poetic talent.

She suddenly felt less resistant to the man hugging her like that.

Everyone praised the poem, except for two people.

That's the young master whose family is an official, the one who just argued with Qin Li.

They looked at each other, their faces growing increasingly grim, almost as black as the bottom of a pot.

The useless seventh prince, can he really write poetry?

And it was done so well!

How can this be allowed?

How could they just stand by and watch this poem win first place?

They couldn't bear to watch Qin Li carry their dream girl, Liu Mei, into the room.

Immediately, a man stepped forward and blatantly lied:

"This shoddy work is an eyesore and should be thrown into the latrine immediately."

"that is!"

Another person chimed in, "This poem is far from worthy of the top spot, unless the Seventh Prince can compose another one."

Upon hearing this, everyone shook their heads, feeling that the two were being unreasonable.

If this poem is a poor work...

From now on, no one in the world will need to write poetry anymore.

I wonder if the two of them blushed or felt embarrassed saying those words.

How could they have the nerve to say such things?

Just as they were about to speak out in defense of the poem.

Song Qian snorted coldly and said, "As you wish! Just now, the Seventh Prince composed more than just this one poem."

"Everyone, prick up your ears and listen carefully!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Li, who was holding Liu Mei in his arms, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Ok?

How come he wrote the poem?

Did he not explain himself clearly just now?

Throughout the entire process, he never claimed that he wrote the poem.

His exact words were, "Male concubine, it's your turn to perform."

Shouldn't everyone assume that the poem was written by Song Qian?

He doesn't want to be a plagiarist like the main character.

Those who plagiarize deserve a terrible death!

Song Qian is really something. She knows he didn't write the poem, but she doesn't even try to explain it to him. Instead, she makes things worse by trying to explain it away!

Just as I was thinking this, Song Qian's voice rang out again from the first floor:

"The moon of Qin shines on the pass of Han, but the soldiers on the long march have not returned."

"If only General Li Guang were here, the barbarian horses would never dare to cross the Yin Mountains!"

As Song Qian's voice faded, the scene fell silent once again.

Everyone stared blankly at Song Qian, almost unable to believe their ears.

One song is one thing, but there's actually a second one?

Qin Shiming Moon and Han Shiguan, Wanli Long March people have not returned.

But so that the Dragon City Feijiang will be there, he will not teach Huma Du Yinshan.

The second song is just as good as the first!

For an ordinary person to be able to compose one is already a stroke of good luck.

The Seventh Prince actually composed two poems. Could it be that, as the rumors circulating recently have been, the Seventh Prince is not a good-for-nothing, but is hiding his talents?

"Amazing, that's incredible!"

"We admire the Seventh Prince's poetry and humbly admit defeat!"

"The champion of today's poetry gathering undoubtedly belongs to the Seventh Prince!"

"..."

In an instant, everyone turned their heads, clasped their hands in congratulations to Qin Li on the second floor, saying that he had truly won the heart of the beauty, a well-deserved honor indeed.

Qin Li wasn't happy; instead, the corner of his mouth twitched violently.

He looked at Song Qian in the center of the crowd, and Song Qian happened to be looking over at him with an ambiguous smile on her lips.

broken!

She did it on purpose!

Song Qian withdrew her gaze from Qin Li, deciding to go all the way, and suddenly laughed a few times, saying:

"Hahaha, the Seventh Prince is in high spirits today and has composed not only these two poems, but also a third one."

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes widened in astonishment.

"Is there a third song?"

"How is this possible?"

Are you trying to kill us?

One song was enough to amaze them.

Two poems that impressed them greatly, and they readily admitted defeat.

After three poems, they had no choice but to stop writing poetry altogether, because they were simply not worthy of writing poetry.

Hearing Song Qian's words.

Qin Li didn't want to live anymore either.

Song Qian did it on purpose.

This damned male concubine is trying to harm him.

"Fine wine in a luminous cup, I long to drink, but the pipa urges me on."

"Do not laugh at me, drunk and lying on the battlefield; how many have returned from ancient battles?"

Upon hearing the third poem, Qin Li could only chuckle repeatedly.

Row!

Is this how you play?

Just you wait!

Ugh?

That's not right.

a moment.

Qin Li suddenly realized what was happening.

He's not the Seventh Prince Qin Feng, but rather...

Moreover, these poems were all copied by Fang Yuan. If Fang Yuan knew that the poems he copied were used by Qin Feng to show off and impress others...

Doesn't this mean...we're in for a good show?

Thinking of this, Qin Li hugged Liu Mei, turned around and stood behind the second-floor railing, and said solemnly, "That's right, this poem was also written by this prince!"

"I have something else to tell you: I have received Father's permission to accompany my elder brother to the border, and we will depart soon!"

"Today may very well be the last time you see me, the prince."

After saying that, Qin Li hugged Liu Mei and turned to enter the room.

As Qin Li's figure disappeared from the second floor, the crowd immediately began to discuss among themselves.

Seeing that everyone's attention was not on her, Song Qian took Xiu'er and sneaked upstairs to the second floor.

……

creak!

The two women entered the room and quickly closed the door.

Having seen the situation inside the room, Song Qianqing, leaning against the door, couldn't help but say:

"Your Highness, why so fast?"

"Me, fast? How would you know if you haven't tried?"

Qin Li was somewhat angry.

You can say whatever you want about a man, but you can't say he's fast, it's easy to hurt his self-esteem.

"Your Highness has misunderstood, that's not what I meant," Song Qian explained, blushing.

Inside the room, Liu Mei had been subdued and was kneeling before Qin Li.

There were two clearly visible handprints on its face, and its mouth was calling for its master!