Eunuch Bingbi wrote quickly, but when he stopped writing, he found that the surroundings fell into a strange silence.

Emperor Qingyuan was thoughtful, Xu Huiyan looked solemn, and Prince Chen Xu's eyes were full of shock.

Although Wu Xun, such as Fang Xiexiao and Xian Chunqiu, are not proficient in poetry, they only need to look at the extremely exciting faces of the civil servants below to know that Pei Yue's poem is definitely not an ordinary poem written for the occasion.

Emperor Qingyuan savored the artistic conception of this poem, and unconsciously felt a bit frustrated.

He discussed with Xian Chunqiu for a long time, trying every possible means to put a thorn in the heart of the northern emperor and make him suspicious of Pei Yue. In order to achieve this goal, he did not hesitate to acquiesce to Xian Chunqiu's secret plot, even in such a solemn way today

He continued to show goodwill to Pei Yue on every occasion. As long as this young man was a little careless, he would have many ways to let the emperor of Beiliang know all this.

Some things are inherently difficult to prove, and proving it is never anyone's unique method. Especially for a person like the emperor, it is his nature to be suspicious.

Emperor Qingyuan was also an emperor, so of course he understood this.

only……

This young man explained his thoughts in one sentence, which was unexpected but also reasonable.

He sighed softly, raised his eyes to look at Pei Yue, who was calm, and said with a forced smile: "I have never heard this song before, what is the name of the song?"

Pei Yue glanced at the people opposite him, then faced Emperor Qingyuan's complicated eyes and said three words calmly and calmly.

"Define the storm."


Chapter completed!