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The empress actually strode down from the main seat and headed straight for Zhan Xiaolou, picking up a piece of paper with a brush and ink on it that had yet to dry.

”There is a beautiful woman in the mist of the moon. It was as graceful as an orchid, as if it was raised by a dragon. ”Slow state can't be poor, the song will end, the hour of fall will look forward to, the day of cultivation will be empty...”

The empress read aloud the poem of War Pavilion.

Zhan Xiaolou thought to himself as he felt ashamed and ashamed. This poem was written in a book from modern times. She slightly modified it and wrote it out. However, this poem was very consistent with Feng Yushu's excellent dance style.

While the empress was reciting, the hall was silent. Only the sound of her chanting could be heard.

After the reading, it was still quiet and no one said anything. Zhan Xiaolou was shocked. Could it be … This poem does not suit Yue Mei's appetite?

After a few seconds of silence, a huge wave of praises suddenly erupted.

”Good poem, good poem.”

”Amazing, Doctor Zhan has impressed me greatly.”

”It's written too well …”

Zhan Xiaolou's face turned slightly red.

Feng Yu Xuan took the poem from the empress's hands and looked at it word by word, his eyes slowly turning red. In her eyes, was she actually so beautiful …

Chu Xunwen never thought that Zhan Xiaolou would write such a good poem. Not only did he not make her lose face in front of so many people, he even got her countless praises. Chu Xunwen fiercely stared at Zhan Xiaolou.

Battling Little Lou, there's plenty of time in the future, just you wait.

He clenched his fist tightly under the table. His face was still normal, but his heart was unbearably tight. The look in his eyes when he looked at Feng Yushu had become indecisive.

After the banquet ended, Zhan Xiaolou was called to the back hall to treat Feng Yushu.

When Zhan Xiaolou walked in, he only saw Feng Yushu seriously reading the poem Zhan Xiaolou had written for him.