"Hahaha." The emperor laughed and asked the crowd below, "What do you think?"

The crowd responded in unison.

"Wonderful, really wonderful."

"The county lord is really a genius."

Yu Manrou's face flushed, and she secretly hated in her heart, her poetry was good, but Sheng Zhiyao's poetry was not bad at all, the most important thing was that she was able to write five poems in such a short time, but she needed to think for a long time before writing one.

Is this a slap in the face?

She couldn't care about the rules anymore, and raised her head angrily to glare at Sheng Zhiyao, but she looked at Sheng Zhiyao's bright eyes.

"Sister Yu, you don't have to be like this." Sheng Zhiyao said gently, "I was also lucky to write a few poems, unlike you who are a talented girl, my poems are nothing, your poems are very good."

Yu Manrou snorted coldly and turned her head.

Sheng Zhiyao pursed her lips and smiled: "Grandpa Huang, the sister of the Yu family seems to be unhappy."

The emperor waved his hand: "How can it be, how can the daughter of the Duke of Yu Guo be as old as you, and besides, she is a few years older than you, how can she care about you, right?"

After that, he looked at Yu Manrou with a solemn expression.

Yu Manrou took a deep breath and suppressed the anger surging in her chest.

"Yes, Your Majesty said so." She said, looked at Sheng Zhiyao again, and smiled, "Sister Zhiyao, your poetry is very good, but it still lacks some agility, if you are free, let's learn again."

"Sister Yu, this is not certain." Sheng Zhiyao smiled and said, "I have more things in my head than you think."

Yu Manrou smiled.

The emperor smiled and patted Sheng Zhiyao.

"You'd be humble."

"I'm not exaggerating, I'm really having more things than Sister Yu." Sheng Zhiyao smiled and looked at Yu Manrou, "I can write poems and songs, since you are not convinced, how many poems am I reading?" How about reading it until you are convinced?".

Yu Manrou tugged at the corners of her mouth, and responded with a smile.

Sheng Zhiyao chuckled, then sat on a chair and recited poems while eating grapes.

The emperor hurriedly asked Gonggong Cui to call someone to record on the side, and ordered someone to serve tea and fruit to Sheng Zhiyao.

Yu Manrou sat there, her hands clenched into fists, her eyes shining with cold light, but the more she listened, the more she felt a chill down her spine.

There are really a lot of poems in Sheng Zhiyao, and each of them can be called a masterpiece, and she seems to be able to export without thinking, no wonder her father always says that the Sheng family hides the dragon and crouching tiger.

But this Sheng Zhiyao is obviously only six years old, how can he have such a profound literary talent?

And how could she possibly do it?

Yu Manrou looked at Sheng Zhiyao, who was drinking tea, she had already changed her posture, leaning cross-legged on the chair and eating melon seeds, looking leisurely and comfortable.

Could it be that this girl is naturally smart and has read sages since she was a child, so she can be so proficient and so lightweight?

Sheng Zhiyao didn't know how many poems he had memorized, so he suddenly stopped: "How many poems is there for Grandpa Huang?"

The emperor looked at her with a smile, and Gonggong Cui beside him immediately reported the number.

"A hundred."

Sheng Zhiyao sighed and tilted her head to look at Yu Manrou.

"Sister Yu, do you think it's okay? Do you want to do more?" She asked with a wink.

A hundred? So much?

Not to mention that Yu Manrou was startled, and the others also widened their eyes in shock.

The queen couldn't hide her amazement.

"Of course not." Yu Manrou forced herself to squeeze out a laugh.

Sheng Zhiyao nodded: "That's fine." She stood up straight, threw the melon seed shell in her hand into the tray, clapped her hands and stood up, "Grandpa Huang, I'm hungry, can I go to the imperial dining room to get some food by myself?"

The emperor smiled and waved his hand, looking at her kindly: "Go, go, go."

"Grandpa Xie Huang." Sheng Zhiyao walked out crisply, pausing when the road passed over Manrou.

"Sister Yu, it's okay to lose

Yes, there's no shame, after all, I'm better than you." She whispered, a little defiant, "But you can't afford to lose, right?"

Yu Manrou looked at her, Sheng Zhiyao said goodbye to her slightly, and disappeared outside the door in a blink of an eye.

Her gaze was withdrawn, and she was silent.

The emperor also looked at her.

"A girl at home." He shouted suddenly.

Yu Manrou hurriedly knelt down.

"The courtiers are here." She said.

The emperor smiled: "Yu family girl, are you not convinced?"

There was silence in the temple when he said this.

Everyone in the audience looked at Yu Manrou, with expressions of sympathy or schadenfreude or mockery and disdain.

Yu Manrou clenched her sleeves.

"Nope." She was silent for a moment, raised her head, and spat out.

"Okay." The emperor stroked his palms and laughed, and nodded appreciatively, "Then I will announce today's poetry conference, and Sheng Zhiyao of the Shenghou Mansion will win."

There was a burst of applause and congratulations, Yu Manrou's face was pale, she gritted her teeth and hung her head, tears dripped down, and she took a few steps back without saying a word.

Feng Yuanchen glanced at her, didn't speak, and turned his head to look at the emperor.

"Your Majesty, since the victory and defeat have been decided, Sun Er will go to report the good news to Zhi Yao, so as not to make her anxious." He said with a smile, turning and leaving.

The emperor smiled and nodded: "Go, go, go."

When he was far away, there was a lot of discussion in the hall.

"This King Chen is really good to the county lord."

"That's it, I heard that the county lord also cooks good dishes, and the first few palace banquets were all organized by the county lord."

"His Royal Highness King Chen is truly a hero and a beauty."

Yu Manrou couldn't stand these words, so she walked out quickly, and saw a little eunuch coming over halfway through.

"Miss Yu, this is what His Majesty asked me to give you, please accept it." The little eunuch handed her a box, "This is a new mask made by Tianxianglou, I hope you don't dislike it."

Yu Manrou knew that Tianxianglou was the queen's property, but the founder behind the scenes was Sheng Zhiyao, and she angrily knocked over the box of masks.

The mask splashed everywhere and scattered all over the ground, and the little eunuch was stunned.

"You...." He frowned at her, "Miss Yu, how dare you."

Yu Manrou smiled coldly.

"Humph! What's so good about her Sheng Zhiyao's things!" She said, "It's worthless, who is rare!"

After that, he flicked his sleeves and left.

The little eunuch picked up the scattered mask in a daze, and then looked up at Yu Manrou, who was already gone.

The little eunuch shook his head with a bitter face as he walked.

"This girl from the Yu family is so bold that she even dares to drop the things given by the emperor." He muttered.

This sentence reached the queen's ears, and the queen's expression was gloomy.

She glanced at the box in the little eunuch's arms, and then ordered the little eunuch to take it and put it aside, with a faint expression.

But she wrote down Yu Manrou in her heart, she originally thought that this girl was gentle and well-behaved, and she was an excellent person to get along with, but she turned out to be arrogant and indulging.

"The Queen." Mama Rong on the side whispered, "Why do you bother with this kind of person, let alone being a child."