The emperor looked up and looked at it with a slight displeasure in his eyes.

He didn't want his Qiqi to go out to compete with others, and he didn't want others to know how good she was.

She is his own.

He wanted to make a sound to stop him, but Chu Qiqi agreed with great interest.

"Okay, I'll compare with you."

The emperor pursed his lips and agreed.

When Chu Qiqi walked onto the stage, Qian Hua had already taken a few steps back and formed a two-legged stalemate with her.

"The little master is very courageous, the rules are very simple. We walked around the field for a week, took turns to give the questions, and each step is a poem."

"OK."

Chu Qiqi nodded and praised Qianhua a little. Instead of bullying others with her talent, she adopted a fairer method.

Due to Chu Qiqi's identity, no one dared to discuss anything, and Qianhua's reputation was also extraordinary. Everyone focused their attention on the competition between the two.

"My little master, please." Qianhua made a humble gesture.

"Don't be respectful." Chu Qiqi responded, took a step to the right, raised his eyes to the moon, and opened his red lips.

"Use the moon to express my thoughts. The clear light is filled with jade on the wall, and the old fragrance of osmanthus is cut off. I whisper to ask about the world, but there is no more affectionate man."

Although Chu Qiqi in the imperial palace was spoiled by nature, he loved poetry and books very much, and was very talented, but he was just unwilling to be forced to learn.

There is no word "moon" in this poem, but using two allusions can make people realize that the moon is written, which is not outstanding, and is in a proper way, and can show some basic knowledge.

Qianhua walked to the left and said, "The moon is full of the west building and looks at the mirror. I brush it off and come back again. I think you should look at the moon with you, and you will be able to watch the moon together, and you will be thousands of miles away all night."

Qianhua's poem is clearer, revealing the heart of his wife who is alone in the empty room and looking at the moon.

After another step, Qianhua turned his eyes to look at the imperial master. He looked at Chu Qiqi from afar, unable to bear to blink his eyes. She suddenly felt that her temptation was meaningless.

However, she would not dismantle her own stand.

"Write poems for the imperial teacher."

"The banished immortal is so furnished with snow, and he is a spectator for you in the world. The wind is full of wind and the night stands, and there is no one in the nine heavens."

When Qianhua recited this poem, the imperial master finally turned his gaze to her and paused.

Unexpectedly, Chu Qiqi was still slow to write the poem for a while until Qian Hua finished writing the poem. He couldn't help looking at the emperor and was hitting his deep eyes.

She blinked and said to Qianhua: "I don't have any good poems in this game, only one poem that I don't know the author."

This was a disguised confession, but Chu Qiqi still chanted the poem: "On July 7th, when no one whispered in the middle of the night."

She said this was half true and half false. She really didn't know how to write a poem about the emperor, but she thought it was very good. But she didn't know that the author was false, and there were two sentences in the next, which were very good, but she didn't want to read it here.

No one saw that when Chu Qiqi recited this poem, the imperial teacher's hand suddenly tightened, and the jade cup in his hand was suddenly crushed.

The imperial master didn't listen to the later competition, but just looked at Chu Qiqi in a daze. It was not until the two of them gave in to each other that Chu Qiqi walked to him with cheers and he came back to his senses.

Facing those pair of star-like eyes, the emperor could not help but wrap her little hands and whispered: "Qiqi is very powerful."

Chu Qiqi's smile became even stronger.

After writing many poems, Chu Qiqi became more and more sleepy. Without reading the song and dance acrobatics, he was taken back to the palace by the imperial teacher.

The imperial master put her on the bed, and she automatically wrapped the quilt around her body and fell asleep.

The emperor looked at it for a long time, held a handful of black hair and kissed her lightly, and whispered a poem she had not read: "I wish to be a bird with wings in the sky, and I wish to be a branch on the ground."

Finally, there was a sigh.

He stepped out of this room, saw the glorious galaxy in the night, and remembered the wish she made that day.

It seems that I am becoming more and more reluctant to leave.
Chapter completed!