Zhao Shuo is fifty-seven years old this year. He has been reigning for thirty-two years since he ascended the throne at the age of 25.

In thirty-two years, the empire flourished, sweeping away hundreds of years of accumulated ills and laziness, and regaining its brilliant vitality.

The politics was clear and the people lived in peace, and the national strength was booming. Zhao Shuo himself was known as the wise ruler of the empire's history, second only to the founding emperor.

Logically speaking, under such circumstances, as the most powerful man in the empire, Zhao Shuo should not have any more troubles.

But the fact is exactly the opposite. Zhao Shuo was not only worried, but even became so irritable that he was reluctant to think about food and food.

Because in the past year, every half month to one month, the envoy stationed in the imperial capital of the Southern Federation would request to enter the palace, and then swear to present the latest poems of the federal literati to him, the imperial emperor.

Zhao Shuo knew exactly what kind of thoughts he had.

But no matter how peaceful the empire was under his governance, it was still not as good as the Southern Federation in terms of poetry, literature and history.

It has a thousand years of accumulation and profound heritage inherited from the Pompeii Dynasty. It does have a huge advantage that is almost irresistible to literature.

So Zhao Shuo was very troubled and irritable, especially looking at the respectful appearance of the federal envoy in front of him, Zhao Shuo became even more troubled and even more irritable.

What made Zhao Shuohen even more itchy was that as the king of his country, he could not be angry with the federal envoy.

Full of aggrievance is really not worthy of being told by outsiders.

"Your Majesty the Emperor, this poem was obtained by my young poet Du Huaizhen, who drank under the moon and was a wonderful hand. His poetic atmosphere was ethereal and transcendent. Today I came to offer it to Your Majesty, and I hope Your Majesty can like it."

The Federal Envoy stood in the Hall of Diligence and said with a smile.

Emperor Zhao Shuo, the emperor of the Empire, looked at the poem that was placed in front of his desk at this time, and was filled with boredom.

Poetry is indeed a good poem. Zhao Shuo himself has a strong appreciation of poetry, so it can be seen that this poem describing drinking under the moon is really a rare fine work.

But the problem is... in nearly a year, the federal envoy in front of him has brought him more than a dozen songs!

There must be a limit to disgusting people!

Just as Zhao Shuo kept comforting himself in his heart to suppress his anger, the gate of Qinzheng Hall was pushed open from the outside, and then Luan Xiuwen stepped in.

Zhao Ruiliang followed Luan Xiuwen, and the guards on duty outside the hall did not continue to stop him.

"My memory, Luan Xiuwen, I have met Your Majesty."

"My son has met his father."

The two of them came straight to the middle of the Qizheng Hall, stood beside the federal envoy, and greeted each other.

Zhao Shuo glanced at Zhao Ruiliang, but ignored him. He just waved to Luan Xiuwen with a kind look: "Luan Aiqing is here, just so happens that there is a latest work by a federal poet here. Take it to take it and take it to take a look."

After the words came, an old eunuch who had always stood behind Zhao Shuo. An old eunuch who had no sense of existence stepped forward and picked up the poem on Zhao Shuo's desk, and then stepped forward and handed it to Luan Xiuwen.

Luan Xiuwen hurriedly bowed and took it with both hands, and carefully looked at the content of the poem.

After just a rough browse, a bitter smile appeared on his face.

This reaction made Zhao Shuo, who had a glimmer of hope, unable to help but feel disappointed again.

"Mr. Luan, this is my young poet Du Huaizhen, who drank under a certain day and moon, and his heart came to his heart and became popular. What does Master Luan think?"

The federal envoy looked at Luan Xiuwen with a smile and asked.

For nearly a year, every time he came to deliver poems, Luan Xiuwen would be summoned to the palace by the imperial emperor, so the two of them had known each other long ago.

"A fine work, both lyrics and artistic conception, is impeccable. Du Huaizhen's talent in poetry can be regarded as the first person in the younger generation of the Federation."

Luan Xiuwen spoke helplessly.

"Oh? Show me."

Zhao Ruiliang said casually, and then ignored Luan Xiuwen's reaction and took the poem directly from Luan Xiuwen's hand.

The federal envoy glanced at Zhao Ruiliang, but did not take Zhao Ruiliang to heart. He still looked at Luan Xiuwen and said, "You can't just say that he is the first person in the younger generation of the Federation, right? Even if you look at the whole world, plus the empire and the chaotic place, Du Huaizhen can call him the first person in poetry."

Luan Xiuwen's expression stiffened. Although he was very reluctant to admit the statement of the Federal Envoy, he had no confidence in counterattack and could only fall into silence for a moment.

"The envoy said this is a bit absolute. My empire is vast and the people are full of strange people. It is hard to guarantee that he has no talented people in poetry."

The federal envoy's boast made Zhao Shuo a little unhappy and said with a smile.

"Your Majesty, if there is such a person, why hasn't there been a poem that can at least be seen for so long?"

The federal envoy asked with a smile.

The attitude is still humble, but the sarcasm in his tone can be heard as long as he is not a deaf person.

Zhao Shuo was slightly suffocated and could not speak by the federal envoy. On the surface, he had to maintain the demeanor of a king of a country, which felt really uncomfortable.

"The envoy is wrong. If you want to say something that can attract attention, there are actually poems that can attract attention. For example, it is also a work that is also drunk under the moon. Recently, there is a poem that is still eye-catching. Father, please write it down and give it to the envoy, Lord Luan, and Father, you can appreciate it."

After reading the poem written by the Federal Envoy, Zhao Ruiliang could not help but speak when he saw that his father was defeated.

"Hmm? Are you sure?"

Zhao Shuo raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhao Ruiliang in surprise.

Although most of his energy is spent on handling state affairs, Zhao Shuo still pays much attention to his sons on weekdays.

So he knew very well that since his sixth son entered the senior high school half a year ago, he spent almost all his time on the training in the joint examination system and had no chance to contact the outside world.

In this case, how can we obtain a fine poem?

"Father, I'm very sure."

Zhao Ruiliang bowed and said.

"Haha, since the Sixth Prince is so confident, why don't Your Majesty ask the Sixth Prince to write down the poem first and then take a look together. Is it better to write the poem that the Sixth Prince gets or Du Huaizhen's poem?"

The federal envoy said with a malicious smile.

Zhao Shuo frowned slightly, but he didn't say much after all. He just waved to him, and the old eunuch began to prepare pens, ink, paper and inkstone for Zhao Ruiliang.

As Zhao Ruiliang picked up his brush and started writing on rice paper, Luan Xiuwen and the federal envoy gathered together.
Chapter completed!