Until Zhao Pengcheng read out the last sentence: "Eternal as the moon, rising as the sun..."
At this time, the emperor calmly opened the embroidery given by the fifth princess, and his eyes darkened when he saw the two lines of beautiful small words on the corner.
What a coincidence.
Creating an existential poem in seven steps is truly eye-opening.
The emperor closed his eyes. He should have known a long time ago that bad bamboo will not produce good bamboo shoots!
The expressions of other people in the hall can be described as dumbfounded, especially those who knew Zhao Pengcheng. They all looked in disbelief.
When did this guy become so talented? Could it be that Wen Quxing came down to earth and got into his body?
Zhao Pengcheng enjoyed the astonished or surprised looks from everyone and was very satisfied with their performance.
From today on, his name will replace Yu Shixu, and he will become the object of admiration among the students in the Jiang Kingdom, and he will become the number one talent praised by everyone!
Zhao Pengcheng looked proudly at the emperor above, all he could think about was: Praise me, praise me...
Therefore, he did not look seriously at the emperor's eyes.
The fifth princess beside her was so frightened that she almost fainted. She lay on the ground with her hands clenched tightly, her joints turning white.
How could it be possible... Sister Sanhuang clearly said that this was a poem she composed herself, how could this be possible...
Although the third princess panicked for a moment, she quickly calmed down.
Fortunately, she didn't believe this book with strange history...
The emperor glanced coldly at the reaction of the five princesses and knew that there was something interesting in it, and it was not a matter of who copied whom.
But the royal family will never have a plagiarized princess.
His voice was calm and there was no hint of emotion or anger, "Zhao Pengcheng, are you sure you wrote this poem yourself?"
Zhao Pengcheng was stunned for a moment, then nodded simply without any guilt, "Your Majesty, I wrote this poem myself!"
Immediately afterwards, the emperor shouted coldly: "How dare Zhao Pengcheng blatantly plagiarize poems! Do you still take me seriously?"
Zhao Pengcheng was confused. He knew every word of what the emperor said, but why couldn't he understand them when they were connected together.
Seeing that he looked confused and didn't look like he was faking it, the emperor asked Eunuch Huang to take off the embroidery given by the fifth princess and hold it in front of him, pointing to the two lines of small words.
"How dare you pretend to be stupid! The poem you just made is clearly the poem the fifth princess wrote on the embroidery. See it for yourself!"
Zhao Pengcheng opened the embroidery tremblingly and saw the last paragraph of the poem he just read in the lower left corner.
"How, how is it possible..."
He subconsciously looked back at Sun Leyao, but the other party acted even more shocked than him.
How is it possible? How could anyone in this imaginary dynasty know these poems?
Could it be——
A bold idea came to her mind.
Could it be that there is someone in this world who has traveled through time like her? !
She asked the system, but the system kept saying it couldn't find it.
Sun Leyao's heart dropped to the bottom when she thought of the commotion she had caused in the capital.
She was too careless.
Above, Princess Ninth glanced at her panicked expression as if unintentionally, and curled her lips calmly.
The person who was shocked just now had an "I knew it" expression on his face.
They just said that with Zhao Pengcheng's talent, let alone Qibu, he would not be able to hold back a single good word even if he was given seventy years.
Reasonable, this is reasonable!
When Juanjuan was enjoying her melon, she saw the Ninth Princess blinking at her. Then, Sun Leyao also looked over, but quickly looked away.
Why are you looking at her? Shouldn't we look at the Emperor?
By the way, her gift hasn’t been given yet!
She touched the hard box in her arms and thought.
Unable to touch Juan Juan, the emperor obviously couldn't hear her voice, and now he looked at Zhao Pengcheng with a majestic expression.
"I'm in a good mood today. I won't argue with you about your copying of the fifth princess. Let's go down."
Zhao Pengcheng felt the mocking and sarcastic gazes around him, and his face turned red as if it was about to bleed. This reaction directly confirmed the emperor's words.
After all, Zhao Lide was older and could see deeper. When he saw the panicked expression on the fifth princess's face, he knew that there was something wrong with her too.
It's all because Pengcheng was too crazy at the time. He insisted on making a poem in seven steps. If he could read it out directly, he could compete for it.
Now he does it on the spot, and the five princesses have all been embroidered on the gift. It is clear who came first and who came last, and who is plagiarizing can also be distinguished at a glance.
The emperor must have noticed something was wrong between the two of them, so he quickly accused Zhao Pengcheng of plagiarism.
However, Zhao Pengcheng didn't notice this. He returned to his seat dejectedly. He was so prosperous just now but now he was so embarrassed, not to mention that he could still faintly hear the conversation of the people around him.
"Compose a poem in seven steps, laugh to death hahahaha..."
"I think it should be called seven-step poetry copying, which is more or less the same."
Zhao Pengcheng was too embarrassed to raise his head. He lowered his head and held Sun Leyao's wrist tightly. He gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice, "Didn't you say that you are the only one who knows these poems? Why did you collide with the fifth princess's!"
Sun Leyao frowned and endured the pain in her wrist, "Something happened. There was a person from the same place as me, and she also knew these poems."
"All the poems you gave me can't be used?" Zhao Pengcheng's face turned green with anger. He lowered his head to avoid everyone's gaze on him, and on the other hand he vented his anger on Sun Leyao.
The severe pain in her arm made her face turn pale, and sweat broke out on her fair forehead.
"Don't worry, I will talk to her..."
Even so, after what happened today, no matter how amazing the poems Zhao Pengcheng writes in the future, everyone will only think of him plagiarizing in front of the Holy Emperor, and his works will be cast in a shadow. .
Sun Leyao could only stabilize him first, after all, she still needed the Zhao family.
The emperor didn't want to waste too much time on this matter, so he glanced at Zhao Lide with warning.
Zhao Lide looked aggrieved, his face turned red, but he managed to hold back the words that came to his lips.
The emperor meant that he didn’t want him to get into trouble, but after today, his grandson’s charge of plagiarism was confirmed!
He had no choice but to swallow the pain, and his heart bleeds when he sees the relief on the fifth princess's face.
The emperor was very satisfied with his knowledge. He looked away, but out of the corner of his eye he suddenly saw a little dumpling who was waving his little hand towards him.
It is particularly obvious in the well-behaved crowd.
Small rolls! This little guy has lost weight~
Um? Why is there a box in my hand? Could it be a gift for him?
The emperor waved his hand and signaled Eunuch Huang to go and take a look at Juan Juan.
Immediately afterwards, Eunuch Huang came. He squatted beside Juan Juan and asked with a smile, "Miss Juan Juan, the emperor asked us to ask, is this thing in your hand a gift to the emperor?"
"Yes, yes!" Juanjuan happily handed over the small box, and then said seriously in a soft voice, "Juanjuan wishes the emperor a happy birthday~"
