"It's a love poem to a princess. There is no other princess than her."

"It's probably just a coincidence."

"Why the trouble to make a poem about a princess when the theme is the moon?"

That's right. After all, in this kind of contest, the theme was not considered absolute. In the case of the Moon, the theme could be moonlight, moon-viewing, even battle under the moon would not be considered weird. But of all the possibilities, Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan chose the Moon Princess. From the multiple meanings and message, it was a love poem. Out of all the time possible, he did it when Princess Ming was watching. How could this not be a coincidence!?

"...", the man could only stay silent.

Not just him, currently no one said anything. They did not cheer for the poem. They did not boo him for wooing the princess. After all, this was the first time a partic.i.p.ant ever uses a poem to confess his love.

They did not know what to do. Confessing your love to a woman was good, they will surely support him. But, the target of the confession, the Princess of Xiang Lan Nation. Do you think she will accept someone like you?

What they need to do was to wait for Princess Ming's reaction, then they will go along with whatever the Princess said. With her outgoing personality, she will probably say something like 'Big brother poem is the best!' or 'Qiao An thinks this poem is inappropriate!'. The former answer means they will cheer for Feng Ao Xiu's Number One and praise his poem. The latter means they will condemn him for his action.

Kong Ling Jue and Emperor Fu Sheng Jian, the two men who know the real ident.i.ty of the young man were especially shocked. Is that why you're here? Feng Ao Xiu must have found out that the Princess is here as a special jury, so he partic.i.p.ates in the contest to pursue her.

Everyone intensely stared at Princess Ming. However, it only makes her more embarra.s.sed. This was a new side of the Princess who was always cheerful and outgoing.

[Why is she so embarra.s.sed? Isn't she supposed to be outgoing and cheerful?]

In the middle of it, was one man who's more confused than anybody, Feng Ao Xiu.

[What happened? What's wrong with the silence? Could they have found out that I was cheating!?]

Yes, Feng Ao Xiu cheated again. The rules stated that the poem must be originally made, which Feng Ao Xiu did not follow. It was a big gamble considering that there were many scholars who knew thousands of poems and could easily detect if the poem was original. However, he was sure that if he used one of the poems that he learned during the last three years, no one would find anything weird.

Feng Ao Xiu shook his head. 'The Moon Princess' was a popular poem, but no one here has ever heard of this poem.

[Is there something wrong with the poem? It's just a love poem for a princess, there is nothing wrong... Wait! What the f*ck!? What have I done!? Princess Ming is here!]

Feng Ao Xiu did not know what to do. He could only stand there in silence waiting for a reply.

The silence continues. After about a minute of no sound, the Princess realized that all the attention was on her. She finally opened her mouth.

"I... It's..."

Oh! The Princess finally responds.

"It's ugly! I... I hate this poem! You pervert!"

Although Princess Ming said harsh words, everyone perceived it differently.

[The Princess is angry! She's cute when she's angry!]

[Her personality doesn't allow her to be angry. What happened!? She's like a different person.]

[With that embarra.s.sed look on her face, it is obvious she likes the poem, but she doesn't want everybody to know. So cute!]

If the princess wants them not to know, then they will pretend not to know. If the princess wants the poem to be ugly, then they will pretend the poem is ugly. Whatever the princess wished for, they will surely do their best to fulfil.

"Ah... It's too bad! That poem is ugly! I hoped too much from Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan!"

"Such an ugly poem. There's nothing uglier than this."

"Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan, you did your best, but you cannot win with an ugly poem."

Mo Tie Yang suddenly stood up and said, "I declare the winner Master Sun!"

Kong Ling Jue was the one in charge of this match, he should be the one who declares the winner, but he stays silent. Since Feng Ao Xiu real purpose was to flirt with the Princess, then it won't matter who won.

Everybody claps and cheer, but it's obvious that it was not wholehearted.

Master Sun Huang won, but he doesn't feel happy at all. Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan stole all his glory with one poem, for him nothing was more miserable than this moment. Although he won, it feels like he lost.

Feng Ao Xiu was shocked.

[It's over!? Just like that! This poem has been declared ugly. I lost!!! Don't you know that this poem is really famous!?]

The Princess occasionally glanced at Feng Ao Xiu. She noticed Feng Ao Xiu stares back at her, their eyes met each other. She quickly turns her head away, "Hmmph!"

Feng Ao Xiu breaks out a cold sweat.

[What to do!? She's angry! If this keeps up, it won't matter how good I am at the last match, I will definitely lose!]

The little girl controls everything. Whoever she likes will be the winner, no matter how bad you were. If she said you lose, then you will lose no matter how well you perform.

The host said, "Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan, It's too bad, but there is no way your ugly poem can compare to Master Sun's legendary poem."

You still dare to call it ugly!? If the real owner knew that you people call his poem ugly. He will definitely kill all of you.

The host continued, "It's time for the last contest! The painting contest!"

"It is simple. Within an hour, the partic.i.p.ant could draw anything, it's freestyle! The best painting declared by the juries is the winner! May the best painter win!"

The contest started and the partic.i.p.ants started painting. The white canvases gradually changed colours. There were many drawings like a fluffy rabbit, ferocious tiger, lantern festivals, high mountains, and relaxing ponds. It could be said all of them were fairly good.

After half an hour, many contestants finished painting. Although the three scholars gave a solid and constructive criticism, n.o.body cares about them anymore. Instead, Princess Ming comments became the highlight of this contest.

Fluffy Rabbit.

"This Rabbit is really fluffy. Qiao An wants to play with this rabbit!"

Ferocious Tiger.

"Qiao An wants to have this kind of tiger at home."

Mountain Landscapes.

"It's beautiful! Qiao An wants to go there someday."

Gorilla.

"This gorilla is so cute! Qiao An never see such a cute gorilla!"

"That gorilla is cute?" An audience asked his friend. Although there were many ways to draw a gorilla. Cute was not the correct way to describe this one. No matter how he sees it, it could only be a vicious gorilla wrecking everything in its path.

"Don't ask! If Princess Ming said that gorilla is cute. Then it is a cute gorilla!"

Another man in the audience shouts, "Ah... Such a cute gorilla!"

Princess Ming was a cheerful girl, anything she said will be positively good. She never called anything as ugly... except for the last poem.

Everyone already finished or almost finished their drawing, except Feng Ao Xiu. His canvas was still blank.

Feng Ao Xiu glanced again at the Princess. She noticed Feng Ao Xiu looks at her, she immediately blushed and turned her head away while acting angry.

Feng Ao Xiu smiles. [Ahh... She is so cute! Wait, it's not the time for this! She's still angry!]

Feng Ao Xiu was right to be worried. If her anger would not subside, then everything he draws will be useless. She will just call it ugly again.

[Think! What kind of paint can make her happy!?]

But nothing comes into mind.

[It's supposed to not just makes her happy but also won't deny that she is happy!? Or at least something that she could never deny it's ugly...]

At this moment, something struck into his brain. But this idea was a double-edged sword, his body shuddered to know all the bad possibilities that would happen with it. However, time was not on his side. This was the only chance he got. It's all or nothing.

Feng Ao Xiu holds his paintbrush. His hands move fast while painting on the canvas.

The audience has been anxiously waiting at what Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan will draw. After all, the results of his performance in the previous contests were extraordinary.

"Look, he starts painting!"

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