Jing Zhe finished writing and put down his pen.

"What did you write?"

The Crown Prince of Yu remained seated. In his view, Jing Zhe was nothing but a charlatan; what could he possibly write?

So as soon as he said that, Manager Hu immediately laughed.

"Your Highness is joking. How could what he wrote be anything at all?"

"His poems are utterly worthless!"

"Haha, what a despicable scoundrel!"

"..."

A few simple words drew laughter from the crowd. Although some people were curious, the Crown Prince of Yu did not move, and no one else had any intention of stepping forward. They stood still, waiting for someone to read it aloud.

At this point, Zhou Ziqiong could no longer bear it.

Last year on the Lantern Festival, the flower market was as bright as day.

The moon rises above the willow branches, and we meet after dusk.

On this year's Lantern Festival, the moon and lanterns remain the same.

The person from last year is nowhere to be seen; tears wet my spring robe.

His voice was clear and cold, yet trembled slightly. He finished reading after a few sentences, and the hall fell silent instantly.

This poem…

Everyone was astonished.

"Impossible! This couldn't have been written by him! Miss Zhou, don't cheat on purpose to help him!"

Manager Hu was furious and rushed over, but when he saw the poem on the Xuan paper, he opened his mouth but couldn't say a word, and his expression became stiff.

Without a doubt, although he didn't comment, his reaction was the best comment: This poem is good!

Otherwise, Manager Hu wouldn't have doubted that it wasn't written by Jing Zhe as soon as he heard it. It can only mean that this poem is ridiculously good!

No one cared about anything else and all crowded around.

"Which school of calligraphy does this handwriting belong to?"

"Never seen it before, it shouldn't belong to either category!"

"Could it be a style all its own? But the handwriting is really beautiful!"

"Ha, you only saw the handwriting? Isn't this poem good?"

"This poem..."

"..."

At this point, everyone stopped, because they noticed that the Crown Prince of Yu's face had darkened.

"What's so good about it?"

"Is my poem not good enough?"

What's the use of having good handwriting?

"We're competing in poetry, not calligraphy!"

After venting his dissatisfaction, the Crown Prince of Yu said, "The judgment of this poem should be made by Pavilion Master Mu!"

As they spoke, everyone looked at Mu Qingren.

Mu Qingren removed her hand from Jing Zhe's back, then brushed the strands of hair that had fallen onto her forehead back. Instead of commenting, she looked at Jing Zhe and asked, "May I ask, young master, who was this poem written for?"

Although Mu Qingren already knew the answer, she still wanted to hear him say it in front of everyone.

Zhou Ziqiong clenched her fists and gritted her teeth.

Then she wondered: Why am I so excited?

Just when Mu Qingren thought she had victory in the bag, Jing Zhe pointed at Zhou Ziqiong and said, "This poem was specially written for Miss Zhou. I hope Miss Zhou likes it!"

"..."

Happiness came too suddenly, and Zhou Ziqiong was stunned.

"I...I like..."

After Zhou Ziqiong finished speaking in a stammering manner, her head drooped down, but her bright red ears were still clearly visible.

Mu Qingren was furious.

Her overflowing emotions were shattered by Jing Zhe's single sentence. She hadn't even considered the possibility that the poem wasn't written for her, because she was Jing Zhe's woman, and the poem was so good, why would she need to think about it?

This couldn't possibly have been written for her!

But Jing Zhe showed her through his actions that anything is possible…

If she lost to Wang Yingqiu or Zhang Xiaoyu, Mu Qingren would accept it, since she had been with Jing Zhe for a shorter time than they had. But she was not satisfied with losing to a woman who didn't even know Jing Zhe's name!

So, she gritted her teeth and put her hand on Jing Zhe's back again.

Jing Zhe instantly sensed the killing intent: "Sect Master Mu, you..."

"Young master, didn't you want a shoulder and back massage? I'll give you one now!"

The word "beat" was uttered through gritted teeth; how could Jing Zhe dare let her beat him? He was afraid of being beaten to death!

"No need, no need. I haven't written the poem yet. It's not too late to critique it when I'm writing it..."

"Hehe, let's start by pounding it. That way, when you write the poem later, young master, you'll be able to write it even better!"

When she mentioned "better," Mu Qingren's hand moved, pinching Jing Zhe's back, almost making him cry.

It seems that if the poem I write later is worse than this one, then what awaits me will be more than just being pinched...

Because their actions were very discreet, outsiders did not know what kind of veiled meaning they were conveying. However, in the eyes of the Crown Prince of Yu, it seemed that Mu Qingren was not very satisfied with the poem. Otherwise, why would he have asked him to write a better one in the next poem?

He immediately asked, "What does Pavilion Master Mu think of the poem he wrote for Miss Zhou?"

"not good!"

Mu Qingren didn't even think about it and replied with just two words.

The Crown Prince of Yu was so moved!

I knew it! For someone as aloof as Pavilion Master Mu, "it's alright" was already the highest praise he could give!

"I disagree with Pavilion Master Mu! I think this poem is the best of today's poetry gathering!"

Zhou Ziqiong said excitedly.

"Really? I don't think it's good!"

Mu Qingren was not to be outdone.

This poem was written for you, so even if it's good, it's still bad!

I think it's great!

At this moment, Zhou Ziqiong realized that the previous little actions between Mu Qingren and Jing Zhe were just an illusion. She still had prejudice against Jing Zhe, to the point that she couldn't even say that such a good poem was good!

Fortunately, I was also involved; otherwise, if I had only let her give her feedback, how could Jing Zhe have possibly won?

At this moment, the crown prince of King Yu stepped forward.

"It is said that there is no first place in literature, but there is a second place in martial arts. It is understandable that Pavilion Master Mu and Miss Zhou have different opinions. For example, I share the same opinion as Pavilion Master Mu. I also think that apart from the fact that his poem is not bad, it has nothing to offer compared to my own lyrics!"

"However, this time we are competing in poetry, not calligraphy, so I highly approve of Pavilion Master Mu's comments!"

He then looked at Zhou Ziqiong and said with a smile, "By the way, only Pavilion Master Mu commented on my poem just now. Now, Miss Zhou, why don't you give your comments as well?"

Zhou Ziqiong bit her lip. She wanted to say "no" like Mu Qingren, but she wasn't that kind of person. Even though she wanted Jing Zhe to win and even though she disliked the Crown Prince of Yu, she still didn't want to lie.

After hesitating for a long time, he only uttered two words: "It's okay!"

"Hehe, it's alright, it's alright!"

The Crown Prince of Yu clapped his hands and said.

He could already foresee that even if Jing Zhe wrote another poem, Mu Qingren would still say "not good". Therefore, Jing Zhe's poems would be evaluated as "not good" and "very good", while his own would be evaluated as "okay". So he would definitely win this round of comparison!

Thinking of this, the Crown Prince of Yu smiled even more brightly.

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