You were taken hostage, why pursue the Enemy's Empress?

"Wait a moment, young master!"

Upon hearing this voice, a faint smile finally appeared on Ying Wuji's lips, but it quickly disappeared.

He turned around and said, "Please teach me, miss."

Hua Chao's voice was gentle and calm, "Young master's talent is admirable, and I would not dare to reject him. However, this poem is truly unworthy of me. If young master does not mind, could he make a better one that would capture my heart? It would be unreasonable for me to reject him at the door."

Bai Zhi was a little unhappy and said, "Whether you capture her heart or not, it's up to her, isn't it?"

Hua Chao was also undecided and said, "This..."

Ying Wuji smiled and said, "Please forgive me, Miss Hua Chao. However, I am truly puzzled by your standards. If I cannot solve this confusion, then I shall leave."

Just then, a lazy voice sounded.

"I have a Tongxin ancient jade. Miss Hua Chao, would you like to borrow it?"

"Tongxin ancient jade!"

Everyone was surprised. This Tongxin ancient jade was a jade stone left over from ancient times that had the effect of nurturing the soul when worn on the chest. It was a great help on the path of cultivation.

In addition, this ancient jade had another effect. It could reflect a person's emotional fluctuations and reflect them in different colors, showing all of a person's emotions, including happiness, anger, sadness, love, hatred, and desire. The stronger the emotional fluctuations, the brighter the light emitted by the ancient jade.

It was indeed a standard for measuring preferences.

However, this ancient jade was quite rare, and someone actually had it in this small bamboo garden.

Everyone looked over and saw a thin and bearded Mo family swordsman.

The Mo family swordsman walked in front of the screen as if he owned the place and directly threw a piece of jade into it. "Return it to me after you're done using it, miss!"

There was silence behind the screen for a moment before Hua Chao's voice came out, "This jade is indeed fair. Thank you for lending it to me!"

She then put the shiny and lustrous jade around her neck, which could be vaguely seen even through the screen.

Luo Ming frowned slightly, but he also knew that it was impossible to change the situation. He turned around and looked at everyone, "Miss Hua Chao has some free time today. Does anyone have any poems or songs to offer?"

He didn't know if the masterpiece just now was written by Ying Wuji himself, but he knew that Ying Wuji must have come prepared. There might be other poems or songs, so he could only try to get others to compete and make Ying Wuji less conspicuous.

Although there were few people present today, they were all well-read poets.

However, to his surprise, not one of the dozen or so people stood up. They all looked like they were just watching a show.

It wasn't that they couldn't come up with anything, but they were afraid of Ying Wuji, who had been targeting people all day. If they were also targeted by this hostage for exchange of Kingdom Qian, wouldn't they be embarrassed like Ji Su and Luo Ming?

Besides, Ying Wuji's poems today were somewhat wicked. Even if they wanted to write a poem, they had to wait and see what kind of poem Ying Wuji would come up with first.Luo Ming gritted his teeth and took a step forward, walking to the bookcase in front of the screen: "Since that's the case, I'll throw out a brick to attract jade. Wuji, you won't mind, will you?"

"Please."

Ying Wuji smiled and made a gesture of invitation.

He also wanted to see what kind of trick Luo Ming was up to this time.

When Luo Ming took up his pen, many people stood up. After all, he had studied under a famous teacher, and what he wrote was bound to be exceptional.

Luo Ming's pen strokes were steady:

Picking up orchids on the mountain, meeting an old lover on the way down.

Kneeling before the old lover, what about the new one?

Though the new one speaks well, she is not as charming as the old.

Similar in appearance, but different in essence.

The new one enters through the door, the old one leaves through the gate.

The new one weaves silk, the old one weaves plain cloth.

One day's work yields a piece of silk, while five zhangs of plain cloth.

Comparing silk to plain cloth, the new one is not as good as the old.

Everyone praised and admired it.

"It's actually a Yuefu poem!"

"No wonder he's a student of Li Fuzi, his Yuefu poems are really solid."

"It seems like the story is about a man who starts trouble and abandons it in the end."

"This poem is already a masterpiece. With Hua Chao's tune, it will surely be sung by the world."

People spoke one after another, full of praise.

On the one hand, they were giving Luo Ming's teacher face, and on the other hand, this poem was really good.

Ying Wuji raised an eyebrow. The royal family of the Zhou dynasty in this world was not so down and out. Although they had lost actual control over the various lords, they were still a spiritual symbol. The Zhou Yuefu Association collected various excellent folk songs and works, and literati from all countries would be proud to have their works collected by the Yuefu. Yuefu poetry was one of the most representative forms.

Luo Ming's work was solid, but he didn't expect him to write about a scumbag who starts trouble and abandons it in the end.

A woman who was divorced met her ex-husband, who regretted it deeply and said that the new wife was not as good as the old one, looking very remorseful.

Could it be... that the Prime Minister wanted to use Luo Ming's words to apologize and persuade Hua Chao to come home?

Thinking about it, it was quite possible. After all, his original wife had already passed away, and no one could stop him from taking his illegitimate daughter back home.

But... are you sure this won't add fuel to the fire?

Luo Ming put down his pen and handed the paper to Hua Chao's maid with both hands: "Thank you!"

The maid bowed slightly, returned to behind the screen, and handed the paper to Hua Chao.

For a moment, everyone looked at the scene behind the screen, or more accurately, at the ancient jade pendant hanging from Hua Chao's chest.

Wouldn't Hua Chao like such a good Yuefu poem?

But no one expected that the halo on the ancient jade pendant only glowed for a moment before quickly fading away.

Hua Chao's voice was very plain: "This poem is very good, but I don't like it!"

Everyone was stunned.

Ah...

She doesn't like it?

Hua Chao's standards today are too high. She didn't like the previous one, and she doesn't like this one either?

The paper was quickly sent out.Luo Ming clenched the paper tightly, his brows furrowed. He was about to say something, but was interrupted by someone pulling him down.

Wu Dan grinned and said, "Brother Luo! You just said that it's up to Hua Chao's preference. Even Brother Wuji agrees. If you can't handle losing, then you're not very graceful, are you?"

"You!"

Luo Ming was angry, but Wu Dan had already blocked him. He could only snort and return to his seat.

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Ying Wuji turned his head and asked, "Does anyone else want to try? If not, I'll show you my skills."

As no one responded, he smiled and picked up his pen.

His calligraphy was impeccable as he wrote the prepared sentences.

"When the swallows leave, the red beans fill the branches. The traveler who has gone far should not be asked when they will return. Who alone guards the blue waters of the Xiao and Xiang rivers, not knowing what night it is tonight. When the swallows return, the lover is nowhere to be found, perhaps intending to leave. Unwilling to confide long-lasting love, they wander thousands of miles seeking."

Seeing these sentences, everyone looked at each other in confusion.

To be honest, the imagery and story in the sentences were beautiful, but from a poetic standpoint, they were quite poor.

Why would the hostage from Kingdom Qian write such strange sentences?

Ying Wuji, however, was oblivious and continued writing.

Since Hua Chao said it's based on personal preference, then I'll write based on your preferences. I'll dedicate a poem to your deceased mother called "Looking Through the Window," and I don't believe you won't be moved.

This move was called targeted bombing.