The couplet he came up with made Xiaobao's face suddenly darken, and the place fell into silence for a while.

He racked his brains and thought hard, but still couldn't think of how to answer.

An An, who was watching him with glee, smiled smugly, then snorted coldly and asked:

"Well? Can't you answer? Do you want me to tell you?"

Xiaobao's face had turned pale due to anxiety. Leng Xi was frowning anxiously, while Yu Qiaoqiao was wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief in her hand.

Luo Lan and Leng Yu were neither surprised nor happy. They were not happy that Xiaobao could not answer, but sat there calmly and waited.

Time passed little by little, Xiaobao was so anxious that he was about to cry. Anan looked at him smugly and said sarcastically:

"So what? Can't you answer? You claim to be knowledgeable, diudiudiu..."

"you……"

Xiaobao looked at her with a red face. Although he was not convinced, he lowered his head and admitted defeat because he could not answer.

Seeing this, the emperor looked directly at the other children and waved his hand, saying:

"This couplet is indeed quite difficult, so it's understandable that Xiaobao can't answer it. In that case, let's not be so stubborn. Who among you can answer it?"

Huaiyu raised his hand and said seriously:

"To answer Grandpa Huang, I answer: the colors of the mountains, the colors of the water, the colors of the mist and haze, all colors are empty."

As soon as he said this, everyone present fell silent. After a while, the emperor slowly spoke, praising him non-stop:

"Well, that's right, that's brilliant!"

Xiaobao pouted and raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction:

"He's your father. You already know the answer. Being able to answer it isn't a skill."