"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Luo Jingwei felt honored once again, but not for reading Ye Xiaofan's poems.

Rather, he felt that the Queen trusted him.

He glanced at Ye Chen, who looked expectant, then at Gu Jian, who had a smile on his face, and then began to read.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let me first analyze this poem, 'Love Dream'."

Its full meaning is—

The candlelight flickers as I climb the painted tower to remember my beloved. Thinking of her, endless longing lingers in my heart.

I gazed into the distance, longing for the person in my heart, but I could not see them.

Even so, I still love it deeply, no matter how much time has passed.

At night, I toss and turn, unable to sleep, longing for the person in my heart.

I thought about all the little things we did together, and also about the day we parted. The cold starlight only intensified the sorrow of that farewell.

Our encounter in this mortal world has become a dream, but my heart remains devoted; I will cherish your memory forever, until we grow old together!

"..."

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is also a love poem. It has the advantages of a love poem: perfect parallelism and quite good diction."

"But it also has its regrets and shortcomings."

"Its biggest drawback is that it lacks originality and imagination."

"In addition, the people in the poem seem affectionate, but the emotions they convey are relatively limited."

"The most important point is that it lacks a poetic soul!"

"What that talented scholar said earlier is correct. Although such poems are good, with our abilities, given enough time, we will definitely be able to write them as well."

"But even if I had decades, I couldn't write Du Fu's 'Untitled' poem."

"Therefore, these two poems are completely incomparable; they are not on the same level."

"How dare the light of a firefly compete with the brilliance of the moon? To compare 'Untitled' with 'Love Dream' is a desecration of 'Untitled'."

"..."