Having no restrictions actually increases the difficulty, because you don't know whether what you write in this context will be appreciated.

[Yellow comment: Here it comes, here it comes, the most important part is here!]

[Yellow comment: A timeless quote!]

[Yellow bullet comments: The most dazzling poetry!]

Everyone from both sides took their seats at their respective tables.

The timer begins as the incense is lit.

Some who are not good at poetry have already started writing, such as Huo Baijun and Li Wenxiu; they are just there to make up the numbers.

Others also put pen to paper after thinking about it.

Only Xiao Zhixing looked around, glancing at this and that, appearing like a hopeless academic failure.

Fu Lu couldn't help but go over and ask, "Your Highness? Are you feeling unwell?"

She, the one who advocates for war, didn't write anything. Could it be that she's illiterate?

The onlookers noticed this and began whispering among themselves.

Prince Yuansheng is highly skilled in martial arts and can lead thousands of troops, but I have never heard of her being outstanding in literature. Does Princess Yuansheng not teach her literature?

Before half an incense stick had burned, everyone had finished writing.

The eunuchs sang the poems one by one and raised their votes on the spot, and the results came out quickly.

As Fu Lu announced the names, "Feng Zhen'er received the most votes with 785, and Li Jun received the most votes with 788!"

Even without looking at the three people above, even if they all voted for Feng Zhen'er, the result would still only be a draw.

Everyone's attention was focused on Xiao Zhixing, who hadn't even made a move yet... Was Prince Yuansheng planning to admit defeat?!

The red and green dimensions, unaware of the outcome, were also getting anxious.

[Red comment: Hey, stop showing off and hurry up and write! Even if it's not good, it's still a glimmer of hope.]

[Green comment: Is he really illiterate? Huh? Then making such a big fuss just makes him look like a joke.]

[Red comment: Oh no, oh no! The higher my expectations were, the more disappointed I am now. Hopefully, they won't let us down in the end!]

[Green comment: This is so frustrating! Every time I watch a TV series and it gets to this crucial moment, I wish I could jump in and take the protagonist's place. It's so agonizing!]

[Yellow comment: We're watching, we're not saying anything!]

[Yellow comment: No comment, hahaha!]

[Red comments: Judging from your reactions, does she really win in the end?]

[Red comment: They definitely won, otherwise there wouldn't be the story that followed.]

[Green comment: Come on, good friends, let me give you a spoiler first. We're not afraid of spoilers.]

[Yellow comment: We're not saying anything, hehe!]

Xiao Zhixing slowly picked up his pen, and suddenly his mind wandered to the question: Did Xiao Yan create a 186-point system without the main system knowing anything about it?

Or perhaps its memory has been altered?

If its memory wasn't altered, why wouldn't it know?

Was it simply because the communication channel was disconnected? She remembered that those subsystems all had numbers, like 176, which was probably the 176th subsystem segment of the main system.

There are also things in the 186-point system that have been separated out and the main system doesn't even know about them.

That's so strange.

But let's put that aside for now.

Back to the present, looking at the viewers urging us on in the live chat.

It's not that she can't, she's just considering which poem to write.

Having traversed so many dimensions and witnessed countless brilliant gems of poetry, she had to think about which one to copy.

Those with obvious place or person names are definitely not acceptable.

The gentle and graceful style doesn't suit her personality.

Lyric poetry was the first to be rejected.

Anything commemorating someone, mourning the fall of a nation, or expressing feelings of being demoted is not allowed.

Bold and unrestrained style? Frontier poetry? Li Bai? Du Fu? Teacher?

In fact, what she loves most is the vast collection of poems and famous verses from her motherland, spanning five thousand years, with countless poems and songs shining brightly.

She suppressed her impulse and secretly scanned the Emperor System's backend.

Surprisingly, among the information about Earth, the Emperor System focused on collecting information related to technology.

It also touches on humanities and economics, but its cultural and political aspects are very rudimentary, with only general historical events recorded.

This person is clearly only interested in profit.

Xiao Zhixing was immediately relieved; even if he wrote it, his identity wouldn't be exposed.

She suddenly had this impulse to bring the dazzling pearl of her hometown over so that everyone could admire and marvel at it.

Of course, she doesn't deny that this can also bring her huge benefits.

It will give one a touch of scholarly elegance.

Having made up her mind, she quickly searched for famous poems and verses that have been passed down through the ages.

As for the plagiarism issue, she would remotely acknowledge the other party as her teacher, and the student would sincerely kneel down to thank the teacher.

At this moment, Fulu reminded him again, "Your Highness, the incense is almost finished."

Xiao Zhixing nodded, and finally put pen to paper, finishing the work in one stroke.

Fu Lu watched her write, his eyes widening until he was completely stunned.

Xiao Zhixing put down his pen, quite satisfied with his calligraphy, which was grand and majestic, perfectly matching the poem.

She looked up and reminded Fu Lu, "Eunuch Fu Lu, I've finished writing."

Fu Lu suddenly awoke from his dream, exclaimed, and bent over several degrees, his face filled with excitement, "Your Highness, such a famous line, this old servant dares not touch it, dares not touch it!"

Xiao Zhixing: "It's just a few words, Grandpa Fu Lu is exaggerating."

Fu Luman shook his head, "No, no, although this old servant only has a rudimentary understanding of literature, I know that this calligraphy is worth a fortune!"

The strange conversation between the two aroused the curiosity of everyone. Some people who were far away couldn't hear what they were saying and were very anxious.

Meanwhile, the red and green bullet comments in the live stream room instantly went blank.

A young eunuch ran up and said, "Eunuch Fulu, His Majesty is urging you to quickly show everyone Prince Yuansheng's masterpiece."

Fu Lu exclaimed, as if his feet were on the wind, and ran empty-handed to the foot of the platform, excitedly reporting, "Your Majesty, this old servant is not worthy to touch or proclaim the Prince's work. Only you, Your Majesty, please take a look for yourself."

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