"The Moon Chanting Poetry Festival will begin soon. I would like to invite you all to show your talents in literature. My master would like to treat you all to a glass of fine sweet-scented osmanthus wine."

A steward stood at the top of the boat and spoke on behalf of the owner, and several servants quickly walked out with wine trays and served them to everyone present.

"It tastes bad."

The Queen Mother took a sip of the clear wine in the glass, and then handed it to Zhao Cuo's mouth out of habit. This operation was very smooth.

"I am a teetotaler."

Zhao Cuo, who had just rejected the store's gift, said seriously that he felt it was necessary to correct this woman's bad habit of giving him everything after two bites. He could not regard such a thing as a reward.

"Is that so?"

The Queen Mother smiled beautifully.

"Why do I remember that a few days ago, you and your colleagues from the Execution Department got very drunk at Zhuojin Huafang, and your sister grabbed your ears and took you home. Isn't this the case?"

"Thank you for the reward, empress."

Zhao Cuo raised his hand and took the glass of osmanthus wine that she drank without changing his expression.

"If you dare to lie to me again, you will know what cruelty is."

Empress Dowager Zhao poked his cheek without changing her smile.

…

"Master Zhao and the girl had a drink together. With this relationship, I am afraid that they will marry into the Duke Zheng's palace soon. Isn't Sister Zhao sad?"

The famous ladies in the capital, with Miss Zhao as the center, suddenly raised this topic.

"Talking nonsense!"

Zhao Shanxin glared at the little sister who said this in anger.

"The wrong person is my younger brother. It's too late for me to be happy when he gets married. How can I be sad?"

"Yes yes yes~"

The girls laughed together.

"I think you are asking for a beating."

Miss Yingxin raised her hand in shame.

"Let's stop making noise. The poetry meeting is about to begin. Let's be quiet."

Miss Zhao gave up after hearing this, turned her head and looked at Zhao Cuo, and found that the wine in his hand had turned into two glasses.

"I'm talking about your Majesty."

Zhao Cuo's eyes twitched as he looked at his hands holding a glass of wine each.

"If you want to drink this wine again, I can return it to you. You don't have to ask someone to bring you another glass, and then take a sip and give it to me again, right?"

"I don't want the wine you drank."

The Queen Mother lazily spoke double standards.

'Bad woman!'

Young Master Zhao felt that if he were a warrior, he would have broken through because of his blood boiling.

At this moment, a young man dressed in a slutty bag walked out amidst the heckles, gestured to the four seats with a graceful gesture, and then recited a moon-chanting poem that the Queen Mother didn't even bother to listen to.

This woman was the only one present who didn't give her any face. As loud applause rose and fell, several poems of varying quality passed by.

"Go quickly!"

Empress Dowager Zhao, who was already a little impatient, raised her little foot and lightly kicked Zhao Cuo's calf.

"well."

Zhao Cuo sighed and looked at the two cups of sweet-scented osmanthus wine in his hand. The poem he was going to recite next required wine as a prop, but one cup was enough. However, thinking that the Queen Mother would not be willing to help him get it, he could only

He walked out with two wine glasses.

"Puch!"

Looking at Zhao Cuo with two glasses of wine in his hand, and then noticing the arrogant-looking girl behind him, many girls present covered their mouths and snickered when they realized what was going on.

"Sister Yanxin, your young father-in-law is really very pampering to that girl."

Next to Miss Zhao, there was a woman who had been paying attention to Zhao Cuo's situation and said in an envious tone.

"Um……"

Zhao Shangxin felt a little sore in his chest, but on the surface he still smiled and responded gently.

'Young Master Zhao is the one who is favored, right?'

Princess Xinning on the side slandered, "What kind of status is the Queen Mother? She even personally wiped Mr. Zhao's mouth just now. She obviously regards him as a thorn in his side. It seems that it won't be long before Mr. Zheng Guo returns to Beijing."

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"This is Mr. Zhao who wrote "Bamboo and Stone"."

The young masters and ladies on the boat looked at Zhao Cuo who came out and whispered. The perseverance poem had spread throughout the capital a few days ago. The literati and poets were all shocked by the poetic talent of Mr. Zhao.

"Maybe he's just good at writing inspirational poems."

Some people questioned.

"Cuo'er doesn't like to be in the limelight. He stepped forward because of Miss Lan's request, right? Otherwise, with his temperament, he wouldn't be able to compose poems in front of so many people."

Zhao Shanxin looked at her brother nervously, but found that his expression had become cold and calm, losing the gentleness and warmth he had every time he was in front of her.

"Do you only become well-behaved when you are with me?"

She thought about what happened yesterday morning at the Youjun Prince's Mansion. At that time, Zhao Cuo forcefully beat the prince and prince, and then interrogated the prince without flinching in front of everyone. The coldness at that time made even her sister feel...

Strange, is it because she has never been able to understand her brother's heart?

"When will the bright moon come...ask the sky for wine."

As Zhao Cuo spoke, everyone in the boat subconsciously raised their heads and looked up. The weather was not good for this year's Mid-Autumn Festival.

Thinking these two sentences were ordinary, they waited for the follow-up.

When "I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky," was played, some people secretly nodded in surprise.

"I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid that the beautiful buildings and jade buildings will be too cold at high places. How can I dance to clear my shadow and feel like I'm in the human world?"

The sounds of gasping for air could be heard one after another on the boat.

"Young Master Zhao, do you think you are an immortal?"

Someone was speechless.

What does it mean to go back?

You have to live in heaven to say that!

"Is it too cold at high places?"

The Queen Mother raised her slender eyebrows slightly, recalling the connotation of this half of the poem, with a look of satisfaction in her eyes.

"Turn around the Zhu Pavilion, lower the Qi household, and the light will keep you awake. There should be no hatred, why should we be reunited when we say goodbye?"

The sudden turn in the second half made everyone present stunned, and then they thought of the changes in Zheng Guogong's house a few days ago. The Zhao family was unable to reunite as a family on this Mid-Autumn Festival night.

"It's a pity that this amazing song has not been completed. These few lines have turned the melody of the lyrics into a resentful one, and lost its free and easy cheerfulness."

One person sighed sadly, but as soon as he said these words, his eyes suddenly opened wide again.

"People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. It's difficult to do this in ancient times. I hope that people will live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart."

"Excellent!"

Even if some people are so excited that they burst into laughter!

"Mr. Zhao has a good heart. Even though the family cannot be reunited, he is still optimistic and open-minded!"

"The last two lines of this word are enough to be sung through the ages!"

"Even if we can't meet each other, it's enough to enjoy the moonlight together thousands of miles apart! Let's be enlightened!"

After Zhao Cuo read this poem, he actually felt a little panicked. He wanted the audience to stop bragging. Was he pointing his finger at the Queen Mother and blaming her for separating his family?

"You are so brave!"

A cold voice sounded after itself.

"Miss Lan."

Zhao Cuo turned around and smiled at the girl who seemed to be walking towards him from the painting.

"I got the number one thing you wanted back."

"You are convinced that you are the number one before my boss even says anything? This is as arrogant as the words you wrote."

Zhao Qinglan raised the corner of her mouth with a vague arc, reached out and took the half-cup of sweet-scented osmanthus wine in Zhao Cuo's hand, and gracefully handed the cup to her mouth.

"Didn't I say you don't want what I drank?"

"Whether you accept it or not is my exclusive right."

The Queen Mother took a sip of the wine, placed the rim of the cup that had just touched her pink lips against Zhao Cuo's mouth, and then turned and left.
Chapter completed!