When Shen Shuyi heard the words "outstanding talent", she looked guilty, and she raised her little face and asked.

"Are you making fun of me, Your Majesty?"

Qin Hao raised his eyebrows, looked at her with a pair of dark and deep eyes, and then let out a low laugh from his throat.

"The words are good, but the spelling is a little bad."

"If it weren't for the fact that this poem was written by Concubine Zhao, I would have thought that the person who wrote this poem was a person of bold character, extraordinary spirit, and a person who had experienced the vicissitudes of life."

Shen Shuyi surrendered, and quickly put her arms around the man's neck, buried her face in his chest, and said sullenly:

"Okay, Your Majesty, I knew you were making fun of me. I admit that I did not write this poem. Well, when I was living in the countryside, I met an old man. He came to my yard to ask for a bowl of water to drink. When he left, he left behind an ancient book that contained many strange and bizarre things."

"This masterpiece about appreciating the moon comes from that ancient book."

"Oh? There is such a wonderful thing." Qin Hao's hand occasionally stroked Chen Shuyi's long hair.

Shen Shuyi nodded solemnly, "Yes, it's a pity that the ancient book is lost, but I have written down a lot of it. I will record it silently one day and present it to Your Majesty."

"If you don't believe me, I can recite a poem to you right now."

Qin Hao paused in stroking her hair, said "Oh", and looked at her with a pair of sharp eyes with a smile.

Shen Shuyi raised her proud little face slightly, leaned close to his ear, and whispered.

"May I be like a star and you like a moon, shining brightly every night."

A faint fragrance came, making his ears itchy. Qin Hao's eyes lingered on Shen Shuyi's flushed cheeks for a while, and this time he really smiled.

"My little concubine Zhao is such a wonderful person."

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