Sheng Zhiyao sneered, pulled his sleeve and whispered, "Third brother, this is called strategy."

"What a strategy?" Sheng Hangu snorted, "If you go on like this, the ducks in your hands will fly, and the two shops will be given away for nothing!"

"I'm not in a hurry." Sheng Zhiyao grinned, "Anyway, it's our family's thing, and sooner or later it's ours."

"I can't help it." Sheng Hangu stomped his feet and hated that iron could not become steel, "Go quickly, or I will cry to death."

Sheng Zhiyao sighed, hurriedly followed, and glanced at Yu Manrou before leaving.

Yu Manrou also happened to look over, with a cold expression.

Sheng Zhiyao pursed her lips and smiled at her, and Yu Manrou's face changed and she looked away.

Sheng Zhiyao's ranking fell all the way until more than 300 people stopped.

The queen looked at Sheng Zhiyao with a smile: "Zhiyao, what are you doing here?"

Sheng Zhiyao blinked.

"This one." She said, "I'm cultivating myself."

The queen smiled: "Okay, you are a clever ghost, I don't know what the hell you are doing, but if you lose, the imperial grandfather will definitely not let you go."

The emperor coughed suddenly: "Don't scare Zhiyao, I didn't mean that."

The queen smiled and said nothing.

"Alright, Grandpa Huang, it's time to show my true strength, just wait and see!" Sheng Zhiyao patted his chest, raised his head with his chest straight, and his face was radiant.

In the remaining few games, Sheng Zhiyao unexpectedly took them all, and even when Lin Hai was drawn in the second round of lots, Lin Hai was a little dumbfounded.

Dare to love this county lord before he was playing with himself?!

Not only was he dumbfounded, but others were also shocked.

Sheng Zhiyao, this girl, is clumsy, clumsy.

The emperor and queen couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, it's worthy of my granddaughter-in-law, I like this courage and strategy." The emperor stroked his palms and smiled, and glanced at the queen, "Yuxian, what do I say, Zhiyao will not lose."

The queen smiled and reached out to hold the emperor's hand: "You, you are so strong in your desire to win and lose when you are old."

The emperor smiled and squeezed the queen's hand: "Aren't you also a short-guard, as soon as Ziyan comes to tell you that Zhiyao wants to pave the noodles, you will quickly take out your dowry, isn't this short-guarding?"

The queen covered her mouth and smiled, looking happy.

After a while, the final two winners have been decided, namely Yu Manrou in the Guogong Mansion and Sheng Zhiyao in the Shenghou Mansion, both of which are shocking, especially Sheng Zhiyao's poetry and songs, which can be called classics, and she is simply turning the tables against the wind.

Lin Hai stood in place, staring at Sheng Zhiyao with a complicated expression.

He always thought that this Yongchen county lord was just relying on the elders in the family, who would have thought that she would have this talent, no wonder his father would say that she was a genius, today's view is really true, but unfortunately, the genius will also stop, Yu Manrou is still the first talented woman in Shangzhou after all, and even they are still a few men sighing to themselves, this Sheng Zhiyao is destined to lose, fortunately, the loss is not wronged.

Yu Manrou accepted everyone's admiring gaze, proud and proud, she enjoyed this gaze very much, because she would eventually replace Sheng Zhiyao to marry Feng Yuanchen.

"Alright, now that the final candidate has been decided, let's come up with the final question." The emperor smiled and waved to the people below, signaling them to be quiet, he looked around and smiled, "Then let's make a poem with the theme of this spring garden."

The crowd suddenly let out a shush of surprise, followed by whispers.

"Who's coming first?" The emperor asked, "This is not an easy question, you all have to hurry up."

"Your Majesty, the courtiers come first." Yu Manrou smiled and spoke first.

The emperor nodded.

Yu Manrou bowed modestly, with a little shyness: "If the writing is not good, I hope Your Majesty will forgive me."

"Okay, please." The emperor nodded with a smile.

Yu Manrou walked towards the steps.

"Who do you think wins?" Someone asked the companion in a low voice.

The companion shook his head: "

It's hard to guess."

"Then why don't you guess?" Someone next to him immediately asked, obviously more interested in this topic.

The companion smiled: "Of course Miss Yu won."

"Why?" Others were not convinced, "Her poems are as good as the county lord."

Before the words fell, I suddenly heard the applause from the stage.

Naturally, it was the emperor who applauded, and he looked at Yu Manrou with a smile.

"Good, good poetry." The emperor said, pointing to the rice paper spread on the table, "That Zhiyao, it's your turn."

"Okay, I'm here, how many do you want?" Sheng Zhiyao responded crisply and jumped off the high chair.

The emperor groaned slightly.

"How about five songs?"

"Okay." Sheng Zhiyao picked up the pen and began to write on the paper.

The people below opened their mouths in surprise, this, this county lord is too ...... Feel confident.

The emperor really dares to say that if the county lord writes five poems, this is sure to win?

Yu Manrou was also a little stunned, she thought that Sheng Zhiyao could only write one poem at most, but she didn't expect it to be five.

She gritted her teeth, she didn't believe that a girl who was only six years old would have any poetry, she raised her head and was sure that her poems would definitely be far beyond Sheng Zhiyao's. br>

"It's over." Sheng Zhiyao put down the pen and looked at the emperor with a bright smile, "Grandpa Huang, I'm done writing, I'm afraid you won't read enough, so I wrote two more poems."

That's so arrogant!

"You!" Yu Manrou's face flushed and scolded angrily.

At this time, the emperor laughed and stretched out his hand to greet her.

"Good boy, I appreciate your energy." He said, "Come and listen."

Everyone listened attentively, only to hear Sheng Zhiyao's clear voice slowly spit out.

"I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers fall."

"You should pity the moss on the teeth, the small buckle firewood has not been opened for a long time, the spring garden is full of can't be closed, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall."

"In the north of Gushan Temple, in the west of Jia Ting, the water surface is low at the beginning of the clouds, and a few early warblers compete for warm trees, and whose new swallows peck the spring mud."

After reading the seven poems, there was silence below.

Sheng Zhiyao handed the paper to the emperor, her eyebrows curled: "Grandpa Huang, how is it?"

The queen smiled from ear to ear.

The emperor also laughed.

"Yes, yes, you kid is so good, your poetry is so wonderful, I don't even know how to praise it." He complimented, and then turned his head to look at Yu Manrou, "What about the girl from the Yu family?"

Yu Manrou was stunned and didn't react.

The emperor frowned and looked at her, "What do you think?"

Yu Manrou came back to her senses in a trance and hurriedly bowed.

"Your Majesty, I, I think this poem is excellent." She said that although she did not write the poem, she still did not hesitate to admit it.

The emperor nodded and looked at the queen with a smile.

"What do you think, Queen?"

The queen also nodded: "Okay, this palace likes it very much."