As long as the princess Feng Qingyun is not here, they will definitely win this mere competition.

In just a few moments, the two of them fell on the white paper with their pens and wrote.

The ministers around him stared at the head and turned back and forth on the two of them in a flash.

Qifen suddenly became solemn, and even Emperor Donghua's heart was in his throat, his eyes staring at the center, unwilling to let go of any details.

Seeing the success or failure in the same way, Jiuyin looked cold and calm, and had no idea of ​​pretending to slap in the face.

Just under the eyes of many people, both sides wrote at the same time.

Donghua's civil servant looked at the dancer proudly, with a momentum that would definitely win.

The tone of his mouth was fascinating and confident: "I advise you to admit defeat. Don't say that Xiliang said that Donghua bullies a weak woman."

Once this sentence is over.

The ministers present breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the confident expression on the civil officials' faces, they were sure to win.

Even the cold sweat in Emperor Donghua's palm disappeared a little. After all, this competition was not just for fun: this is a matter of my country!

At this moment, an inconsistent voice came from the center of the palace.

"Sir, I'm really confident. Also, I'm not a weak woman."

The dancer smiled a little charmingly, revealing a charming taste in the world, but it was a little higher than the charm, making people afraid to easily get rid of the silt.

The civil minister did not laugh very much, and looked at the dancer shook his head pity, and handed over the poem he had prepared to the maid to present to Emperor Donghua.

Everyone's eyes moved with the white paper in the maid's hand.

Under the eyes of many confident eyes, Emperor Donghua opened his poem by Donghua, and a few traces of praise appeared on his face, which looked like jade.

Even the poem from Xiliang was quite confident that Emperor Donghua would not read it, but we would definitely win.

"Wen Aiqing is really literary and deserves to be the new top scholar in Donghua." Emperor Donghua smiled gently, and the civil servants were full of flattery and answered extremely modestly.

This is a definite appearance.

The Prince of Xiliang couldn't help but feel a little nervous. The chances of winning that he had originally achieved were reduced to five points.

"What kind of poem makes Emperor Donghua so happy and laugh as if he is mentally retarded. I am also very curious. Why not let me and the prince see it?" Looking at Emperor Donghua's self-confidence, Nan Yuechen rushed forward with a beating to show his presence.

Emperor Donghua didn't care either, and he smiled gently and handed the paper in his hand to his waiter father-in-law.

Seeing this scene, all the ministers sat upright. Prince Xiliang narrowed his eyes slightly and his fingers holding the folding fan couldn't help but tighten.

There was suddenly a silence in the palace, and everyone listened carefully to the following words, fearing that they would miss the meaning of shocking words:

"The dream soul has arrived in the country several times,

At dusk, the peaks are even more fire-like.

The cold color of green war horses,

The war on the battlefield is separated by mountains and rivers.”

As soon as the father-in-law's sharp voice fell, all the ministers showed a proud look on their faces. Look, this is the Donghua Kingdom.

"It's true that he is the top scholar. In such a short time, he really wrote the poem well."

"Yes, yes."

"The foundation of Donghua is not comparable to that of other countries." The ministers talked a lot, and then looked at the Prince of Xiliang, as if they wanted to see the embarrassing expression on his face.

However, no!
Chapter completed!