"It's awesome." Muge blurted out without thinking. Didn't he say that this eighth princess cousin is extraordinary? How could he ask such a simple question?

Lan Xuewu smiled and said, "Congratulations, the Second Prince, your answer correctly." My cousin was not in the selection, she was just asking a symbolic question.

Turning to Emperor Zongzheng, he said, "Emperor, Xue Wu's problems need paper and ink to assist."

"When someone comes, put paper and ink on it." Emperor Zong Zheng sent an order, and immediately a palace maid brought a table and spread it with paper and ink. Lan Xuewu picked up a pen and dipped it ink and wrote several lines of words on the paper. The font was beautiful and dignified and very pleasant to the eye.

After writing, the two palace maids raised a corner on both sides and stayed for everyone for a while, and finally faced the gentle and gentle prince.

But the above is: First line: Open. Second line: Full of mountains. Third line: Peach Mountain Apricot. Fourth line: Good Mountain and Mountain. Fifth line: Come to the mountain to see the mountains. Sixth line: Monk Mountain and Guest Mountain. Seventh line: Turning on the cliff on the mountain road in the mountain.

Lan Xuewu said: "This is a poem about a pagoda. Please come down to answer the prince."

Everyone looked surprised and puzzled, and they whispered to each other. This pagoda poem seemed quite difficult to say. Ming Wanjin smiled and said nothing. This pagoda poem seemed inconsistency, but it was not difficult. Just read the first word of the previous sentence in reverse.

Mu Liang stood up and left his seat, smiled and nodded at Lan Xuewu, walked to the poem of the pagoda, stared for a moment, and said with a smile: "The Eighth Princess is very talented, I admire her. The poem of the pagoda should be: The mountain road in the mountain is turning around the cliff, the mountain guests come from the mountain monks, the mountain guests see the beautiful scenery of the mountain, the mountain apricots and peaches bloom all over the mountain."

When everyone heard this, they read the pagoda poem again, and praised the fifth prince for his rapid talent.

Emperor Zongzheng looked at Mu Liang with a smile in his eyes. Among the four sons, except Feng'er, the younger son is the one who sits firmly and can sit for a day with a book. This is probably related to his illness since childhood.

Lan Xuewu showed appreciation in her beautiful eyes. From the words of praise from everyone just now, she heard the word "Fifth Prince" and the emperor pointed to the partner whom she married. At this time, she faced her closer together, but saw that the other person had a slender figure, fair skin, delicate and gentle face, and a slight smile as if the spring breeze was pleasant.

"Your Highness the Fifth Prince is too humble, you answered very correctly." Lan Xuewu nodded with a smile, then turned to the other side, walked a few steps, looked at the third prince with a slutty smile, and his heart jumped inexplicably.

"Your Highness the Third Prince, which number is the hardest? Which number is the lazy?" Invisibly, her tone changed slightly without knowing it.

"That..." Mu Yun thought about it seriously, as if he was a little embarrassed, muttered softly, looked at Lan Xuewu with an apology, "Eighth Princess, I am not talented, I don't know the answer, so please let the Eighth Princess announce the answer."

In an instant, a trace of disappointment flashed in Lan Xuewu's eyes. The third prince was just like a handsome man and had an empty stomach. It was a pity that he had a good face. The feeling that Chuchu immediately brushed away from the heart and said politely: "The Third Prince is too humble and polite. The correct answer is: Don't do it, don't stop."

During the banquet, the guests were surprised and aware that the eighth princess of Jin Huiguo asked each question more and more uniquely, especially the last question, which seemed to be difficult to win with normal logical thinking. It is understandable that the Third Prince could not answer it.

Mu Yun looked at his father and mother with shame: "I am not talented, so I'll make everyone laugh at me."

Queen Li smiled and didn't care. In her heart, she didn't want her son to have any relationship with the Lan. She didn't know if the emperor heard the string sound in her words and pointed the Eighth Princess to the fifth prince Muliang. This was just her wish. As long as it was not Mu Yun, she wouldn't care whoever the marriage was given to.

Emperor Zongzheng smiled and said without any displeasure, "Yun'er, learn more from my younger brother in the future."

"My son is obeying the teachings of his father." Mu Yun straightened his body, his shame eased, picked up the wine glass, and signaled left and right, and everything was clean.

Lan Xuewu looked at the fifth prince Muliang again and invited: "Your Highness the Fifth prince, can you play a song of clouds with Xuewu?"

Murara said: "I don't know how to play the ensemble sound of the Eighth Princess?"

Lan Xuewu said: "Yun Yin is an ancient divine song. It is played solo by the sheng, accompanied by the moon, and the sheng and dance together, which is said to present an unexpected scene. Unfortunately, no one has been able to present that unexpected scene. Xuewu has always hoped to meet someone with destiny, play the magic song of the cloud sound and see the unexpected scene."

Regarding the Yunyin Divine Song, Taifu once explained to the professor when he was in Tai Academy. Because the performance was difficult and he needed to understand the artistic conception of the dancer's cooperation, everyone only knew a rough idea and had no experience in playing the song. Muliang liked this song very much. After he recovered, he bought a good Sheng instrument and often practiced the performance.

But the Taifu did not mention the dance under the moon. Mu Liang said in surprise: "Dance under the moon, you can only move to the scenery and outside the palace. The cloud sounds and divine songs are not allowed to play the ensemble under the moon?"

Lan Xuewu smiled and nodded, and bowed to Emperor Zongzheng and said, "Emperor, Xuewu asked the emperor to give a show outside the hall, and asked the emperor, the queen, and all guests to move outside the hall to enjoy it."

This strange dance of the sheng dance under the moon aroused everyone's curiosity, and Emperor Zongzheng also wanted to see what magical method was. So he nodded and agreed, led everyone away from his seat, and moved outside the hall to enjoy it.

Outside the hall, the night is clear, the half moon is bright, the flowers are fragrant, and the breeze is lightly sent to all directions, giving people a refreshing and comfortable feeling. Everyone, led by Emperor Zongzheng, formed a big circle around them, holding a curiosity, waiting and watching.

Under the moonlight, Lan Xuewu's white dress was faintly twinkling, which was very strange. The clear moonlight put a little soft and charming on her beautiful face. Her beautiful eyes jumped two like morning stars, emitting a faint light.

Mu Liang was a little stunned. He always thought that in this world, only the fifth sister's eyes were the most unique and charming. The eighth princess in front of her had another strange look in her eyes, which could not be forgotten by just one glance.

The palace maid presented him with a sheng made of purple bamboo. The sheng dou was painted with lacquer and patterns, which was extremely elegant. Muliang took it, tried it out, and nodded to Lan Xuewu: "Eighth Princess, please."

Lan Xuewu looked at him with a smile, moved the lotus step to the empty place in the middle of the courtyard, gently turned her body and sat down slowly, and the extremely wide skirt spread out to the surroundings, like a blooming white lotus. The flashing light was just like the stars reflected in the water in the sky. She leaned over and lowered her head, spreading her arms left and right like bent bows, and her dancing posture was extremely graceful.

The melodious sound of sheng reached most of the palace. In the Cangyu Hall, a group of people gathered at a square table, playing cards was having a lot of fun. Two large lanterns were hanging above the table, and the chirping of insects came from time to time in the courtyard. Ming Xixi suddenly became anxious and handed the card in his hand to Xiaochun who was itchy looking at him. He stood up and said, "There are three urgent things for people. You can play well. If you lose such a good card, you can crawl into the dog hole for me."

Xiaochun took over the cards, smiled and confidently: "Don't worry, Concubine Jing, I will definitely live up to your expectations."

Ming Xixi almost ran to the toilet. A faint music came from the wind. She listened to it and it was really a music. She wondered: How could there be such a brisk music in the palace just a few days after the prince passed away?

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