So he kept quiet.
Once Lady Yun finished grinding the ink, Li Huai'gu lifted his brush and wrote the first line of his poem:
"A jade mirror hangs in the azure sky, a golden wind sweeps the cassia court..."
Chen Yunfan glanced over, his expression faltering slightly. He looked down at the poem in his own hands:
"Ten thousand li of clear light reach the celestial palace, the spiritual qi of late autumn gathers in the icy wheel..."
After a moment, Chen Yunfan rolled up the paper in his hands and sighed softly.
"So much for being the 'Poetry Champion'."
Cui Qingwu covered her mouth and chuckled.
Perhaps her laugh was too loud. Chen Yunfan shot her a glare and huffed, "Even if I'm not the 'Poetry Champion', Brother Huai'gu won't be either."
Hearing this, Li Huai'gu surprisingly didn't argue. He finished his poem, blew on the ink to dry it, and said:
"Brother Qingzhou's poetry is heavy with meaning and emotion. I am not even a fraction as skilled as him."
