"A splendid banquet today, a guest from afar sits. A spread of wonderful dishes from the wild, good wine fills the golden goblets."
A literary official recited Liu Ruxing's poem with a booming voice.
All of a sudden, the sound of compliments rang endlessly in the hall. What true literary grace!
Liu Ruxing lightened up.
When it comes to poetry, she was somewhat confident in her skills, and so deep down inside, she couldn't help but feel a little proud.
Ouyang Xiu's eyes dimmed again.
She glanced over at Han Moze and noticed that he was looking in Liu Rushuang's direction.
Ouyang Xiu glared at Liu Ruxing with a dreary look on his face. Then, turned his gaze towards Han Moze and spoke with a cold and tense voice. "I wonder, what are your majesty's thoughts on the performance?"
Han Moze was staring right at Liu Rushuang.
