Ji Shun felt very embarrassed, and coughed indifferently, shocking the chirping sparrows behind him, then looked at Feng Qiwu and said, "Why don't you enter the palace with the emperor's sister, but sing sadly alone outside?"

Feng Qiwu smiled calmly. "I am humble and I dare not enter the hall unless I am summoned by my master. I just heard someone in the hall complaining about the little princess being lewd and incompetent..." He paused, and Yu Guang slid gently to Youxin, who was kneeling beside him, sighing sadly, "I am moved and couldn't help but sing a song to make a fuss for the little princess..."

Youxin naturally understood that he was targeting him insidiously, but he did not dare to look at him, so he could only stare at him in a daze.

Ji Shunshun frowned and said, "Which song is you singing? How can you remind you of the little princess's situation?"

Feng Qiwu slowly took out a piece of paper from her sleeve and presented it with both hands: "I happened to carry a copy of the remarks with me. Will Your Majesty take a look?"

This is a copy of his own Moshu. The original work he had already torn down. He had only watched it once from Youmeng. He only heard the melody sing once by the palace maids, and he remembered it in his heart. This unforgettable memory, like his beauty, is also one of his unique talents to be proud of.

The moment Ji Shun reached out to take it, Youji's eyes frozen on the remarks were so hot that it seemed to burn. He really wanted to burn it to ashes! His heart became more and more uneasy, as if the privacy and self-esteem buried in the deepest part of his heart were being exposed bit by bit...

Ji Shun took it to his hand, frowned and said softly: "Kunlun Haoyao, Emperor Xi of Heaven and Earth; the daughter Xi Qingsong, the floating river is vast..." After reading it, she fell into silence of thinking.

"This is a song praising the two ancestors of Fuxi and Nuwa." Feng Qiwu put his expression into his eyes, and the shallow smile on his lips was unpredictable. "Which song is more beautiful than "Zaidu"?"

Ji Shun looked back at him and thought for a while and said, "The "Zaidu" is a satirical poem, and the words are popular and spicy, so naturally your poem is more pleasant."

"Your Majesty is wise." Feng Qiwu smiled and turned around, and looked at each other unexpectedly, which made Youji stunned. Feng Qiwu smiled so naturally. "I have heard that the prince's literary talent is brilliant and proficient in the poems. I wonder if your highness can hear the sad, lingering, sad and resentful feelings in this word?"

Youji realized that he was deliberately guiding the fire to his camp step by step, and he couldn't help but wink: "Authentic."

Feng Qiwu asked again: "Can you know what the relationship between Fuxi and Nuwa is?"

Youji's heart trembled with sensitivity. Considering the feelings of his parents and the audience, he whispered: "It's a couple."

"It's also brother and sister." Feng Qiwu said in a word, regardless of how surprised others were after hearing this, as if they were talking to themselves, "They are all gods born to Huaxu and Suiren. If their union is considered from today's perspective, it would be incest."

There was a sigh around him, and Ji Shun was calm, his eyes shuttled back and forth between them, and felt the ever-changing battle in each other's eyes.

"This song should have been sung with Fuxi's tone and Fuxi's mood." Although Feng Qiwu smiled, his eyes were already filled with sharpness. "Your Highness, do you understand it correctly?"

Youji turned his eyes and opened his eyes empty, sighing: "Chunling's understanding of Ci Fu is also unfathomable." He knew that he was defeated.
Chapter completed!