Hunting system, and I ended up becoming the empress!

Not limiting anything actually increases the difficulty because you don’t know whether what you write in this occasion will be appreciated by others.

【Yellow barrage: Here it comes, here it comes, the most crucial part is here! 】

【Yellow barrage: famous quotes from the ages! 】

[Yellow barrage: The most shining poetry! ]

Everyone on both sides sat down at their respective tables.

As the yellow incense is lit, the timer begins.

Some people who are not good at poetry have already started writing, such as Huo Baijun and Li Wenxiu, they are just making up the numbers.

Others also started writing after thinking about it.

Only Xiao Zhixing looked at this and that, looking like a poor student.

Fulu couldn't help but go over and ask, "Prince? Are you feeling unwell?"

She, the advocate of war, actually doesn't write. Could it be that she is uneducated?

The people watching the fight also noticed it and started whispering to each other.

Prince Yuansheng is a martial arts master who can lead thousands of troops, but I have never heard of his excellence in literature. Doesn't Princess Yuansheng teach her literature?

In less than half an incense stick of time, everyone had finished writing.

The eunuchs sang the works one by one and voted on the spot, and the results came out quickly.

As Fulu called out the names, "Feng Zhen'er received the highest number of votes, 785, and Li Jun received the highest number of votes, 788!"

There is no need to look at the three people above. Even if they all voted for Feng Zhener, the result would only be a draw.

Everyone's focus was on Xiao Zhixing who hadn't made a move yet... Was Prince Yuan Sheng planning to admit defeat? !

The red and green planes, not knowing the outcome, also became anxious.

[Red barrage: Ouch, stop pretending, hurry up and write, even if it's not good, it's still a hope. ]

【Green barrage: You're not really illiterate, are you? Ah? Then wouldn't it be a joke to make such a big fuss?】

[Red barrage: It’s over, it’s over. How much I expected before, how disappointed I am now. Please don’t let us have a big mess at the end, okay? ]

【Green barrage: It’s so frustrating. Every time I see this crucial moment in a TV series, I wish I could go in and replace the protagonist. It’s so annoying.】

【Yellow barrage: We watch and don’t say anything! 】

【Yellow barrage: Don’t talk, hahaha! 】

[Red barrage: Look at you guys, did she win in the end? ]

[Red barrage: He definitely won, otherwise there would be no further story.]

【Green barrage: Come on, good friends, let’s give you a spoiler first, we are not afraid of spoilers. 】

【Yellow barrage: We don’t talk hehe! 】

Xiao Zhixing slowly picked up the pen, and suddenly his mind wandered to think: Xiao Yan split the system into 186 points, doesn't the main system know anything about it?

Or has its memory been altered?

If the memory has not been changed, why doesn't it know?

Was it just because the communication channel was disconnected? She remembered that the subsystems were numbered, like 176, which was probably the 176th number of the main system.

And the things in the 186 subsystem have been separated out and the main system doesn’t know about it?

too weird.

But let’s put this aside for now.

Back to the present, looking at the urging audience in the barrage.

It’s not that she doesn’t know how to write one, she’s just considering which one to write.

Having traveled through so many dimensions and seen countless brilliant pearls of poetry, she had to think about which one to copy.

Those with obvious place names or people's names are definitely not acceptable.

The gentle and graceful style does not suit her personality.

Lyric poetry is also the first pass.

Anything that commemorates someone, mourns the loss of a country, or expresses one's feelings about being demoted is not acceptable.

Haofang School? Frontier Poetry? Li Bai? Du Fu? Teacher?

In fact, what she loves most are the vast number of famous poems and verses of the motherland. Over the past five thousand years, there have been countless poems and songs that shine brightly.

She suppressed her impulse and quietly scanned the background of the Emperor System.

I was surprised to find that among the information about the Earth, the Emperor System focused on collecting information about technology.

There is also some coverage of humanities and economics, but the cultural and political aspects are very rough, with only a rough record of historical events.

At first glance, this is a person who only cares about profit.

Xiao Zhixing was immediately relieved, knowing that his identity would not be exposed even if he wrote it.

She suddenly had this urge to bring the dazzling pearl of her hometown here for everyone to appreciate and marvel at.

Of course, she did not deny that this could also bring her great benefits.

It will give yourself a layer of literary aura.

Having made up her mind, she quickly searched for those famous poems that have been passed down through the ages.

As for the issue of plagiarism, she would recognize the other person as her teacher from a distance, and the student would kneel down devoutly to thank the teacher, with all sincerity.

At this time, Fulu reminded again, "Your Majesty, the incense is almost gone."

Xiao Zhixing nodded, and finally put pen to paper, finishing it in one go.

Fulu watched her write with his own eyes, his eyes widened and widened until he finally stood there in a daze.

Xiao Zhixing put down his pen, very satisfied with his own handwriting, which was majestic and grand, and very suitable for the poem.

She looked up and reminded Fulu, "Eunuch Fulu, I have finished writing."

Fulu woke up from his dream, groaned, and bent his waist several degrees, his face was excited, "My lord, such a famous sentence, I dare not touch it, I dare not touch it!"

Xiao Zhixing: "It's just a few words. Eunuch Fulu is exaggerating."

Fu Luman shook his head. "No, no, although I am only a novice in writing, I know that this word is worth a fortune!"

The strange conversation between the two aroused everyone's curiosity. Some people who were far away couldn't hear what they were saying and were very anxious.

In the live broadcast room, the red and green barrage suddenly turned blank.

A young eunuch came running over and said, "Eunuch Fulu, His Majesty is urging you to quickly show Prince Yuansheng's masterpiece to everyone present."

Fulu sighed, as if there was wind under his feet, and ran to the stage with empty hands and reported excitedly, "Your Majesty, this is the work of the prince, and I am not worthy to touch and praise it. Only you, hey, Your Majesty, please take a look at it yourself."

His behavior aroused everyone's curiosity to the highest level. They stretched their necks, wondering what kind of amazing masterpiece it was that he dared to ask the emperor to come down and see it in person?

Zhao Yunqi stood up. He knew Fulu was not a person who did not know his limits, and his curiosity was immediately aroused.

"Okay, let me see what you are up to, old man."

When the emperor came down, the other important ministers couldn't sit still either, so they followed him down the platform and walked towards Xiao Zhixing's desk.

Xiao Zhixing paid close attention to the reaction of the Emperor System. Well, everyone has become the same as Eunuch Fulu, turned into stone sculptures.

The imperial system remained calm, and she was certain that this guy really didn't understand the culture of her hometown.

She thought to herself that she would have more things to take out later.

It's just fun to gather the wisdom of all the gods in your hometown, such as Thirty-Six Stratagems, Sun Tzu's Art of War, Alliances, Economic Control, Mind Invasion, etc.

She can make things interesting.

She could think of countless famous works by the top writers.

"Unprecedented words! Unprecedented words!" Feng Yong suddenly came back to his senses, his eyes shining and he almost fell on the table.

“Wow, wow, I have no regrets in dying to have witnessed such extraordinary words!” The old man was already crying with excitement.

Li Xiao grabbed him and stared at the words with an obsessed look, "Stop it, old man! Don't dirty it!"

Xiao Zhixing sighed. It was no wonder they did that. When she saw those sentences, she was completely numb with shock.

The shock that rushes straight into the blood is like hearing the evening drum that strikes the soul directly, and it is unforgettable.

Xiao Zhixing bowed to Zhao Yunqi, whose eyes sparkled, and said, "Your Majesty, can you please read it for me, or should I read it myself..."

Zhao Yunqi blurted out, "I will come in person! In person!!"