In the Palace of Flowers on a moonlit night.

Exquisite lanterns were hung on every tree, and a group of girls wearing various colors, but all very luxurious, were admiring the plum blossoms under the moon.

Today's banquet was originally for Princess Changyi to use the plum garden in her palace to bloom and invite many noble ladies to come.

A group of maids and palace maids carried lanterns, and the whole plum garden was brightly lit.

Princess Changyi personally accompanied her and said in a somewhat eldest-sisterly manner, "Sisters, what do you think of my plum garden?"

One was wearing red fox fur and had richer makeup than Princess Changyi. Her name was Zhang Ruyue, and she was the granddaughter of Zhang Jiu, the imperial concubine of the dynasty. She looked at Princess Changyi with jealousy and envy in her eyes.

She, Zhang Ruyue, was also a famous talented woman in Kyoto, but these few times she was outdone by the poems of Princess Changyi, who had always looked down upon her.

Even Wang Daru, who taught them, praised Princess Changyi many times.

"The poem Rong'er wrote a few days ago was very popular in the academy. Even Master Wang praised it several times. With such beautiful scenery today, I wonder if the princess is willing to show her hand for us."

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An Xinyue glanced at Zhang Ruyue with some disgust, especially her eyes lingered for a moment on the red fox clothes she was wearing, which was the fur of the fox demon.

Princess Changyi's eyes lit up, her little fists were clenched tightly and turned a little white.

finally come.

There are no female best friends who are close to each other. Every time they meet, they appear friendly on the surface, but secretly they are always competing.

Before she met Zuo Daoqi a while ago, the news about her being slapped by Mr. Wang was spread among the good sisters in front of her.

There are also people like Sun Wangzu, whom I meet 'by chance' every time I go out of the palace, and they are probably this group of good sisters.

So when faced with the opportunity to be in the limelight, the little princess has already hardened her fists.

"I just got out of the palace a few days ago, so I got some inspiration. Today I went to enjoy the plum blossoms with some sisters, so I am somewhat confident that I can write it down."

Zhang Ruyue laughed strangely, "It seems that Rong'er has been prepared for a long time."

Princess Changyi took the lantern from Cai'er and said, "It's not worth mentioning. It's just a small poem, not as good as a seven-rhythm poem."

"Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, it is lonely and ownerless.

It's dusk and I'm sad alone, and it's even more windy and rainy.

I have no intention of fighting for spring, and I will let everyone be jealous.

It fell into pieces and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same."

As the little princess sang with emotion, everyone present became quiet for a while.

By the time she finished reading, the place fell completely silent, except for the howling cold wind, which blew the plum blossoms in the plum garden to and fro.

Zhang Ruyue looked ugly. She suspected that the little princess had planned this poem for a long time, "I don't want to fight for spring, but I will be jealous of others."

They were all suppressed at once.

An Xinyue had no interest in human poetry. She just looked at the little princess with a beautiful smile on her face.

She knew very well that this poem was written by Zuo Dalu.

Seeing how shocked these people were at the poem, she was even more afraid of Zuo Dalu.

Zhang Ruyue slowly stood up from the stone table, "Rong'er, your progress is really rapid, but I don't believe it. You did this..."

At this point, she glanced at a woman who didn't look mainstream.

The woman stood up and answered with a strange smile, "Could it be that you copied it from somewhere else?"

Princess Changyi didn't panic at all when she was exposed to her face. Xiao Luzi was hers. This word was made by Xiao Luzi. Who copied it?

"Sister Zhang, you are so cautious. If you are copying it, you will know tomorrow if you take the sample and ask Mr. Wang. But don't say that you suspect that it was copied. Otherwise, Mr. Wang will slap you and they will feel bad.

of."

There are people like Zhang Ruyue, and naturally there are people like Princess Changyi.

"That is, Zhang Ruyue, can you doubt whether Rong'er copied it?"

Princess Changyi secretly decided to call Zuo Dalu over tomorrow and ask him to write one poem a day, even if she was whipped with a whip to complete it. After she wrote a hundred poems, who would dare to say that Changyi

No poetic talent!

It's late at night, and the plum garden is even more quiet and cold.

A group of maids put on thick fur coats for the noble ladies. Some of them did not want to deal with the princess and took this opportunity to say goodbye.

Princess Jiqing is also here today. She is not far or close to Princess Changyi, but because they are both members of the same clan, they can be considered close people.

"Changyi, I haven't seen you for a few years. Not only are you generous, but you also wrote a good poem. Brother Heng loves reading the most. If you can write a copy of your poem for me, I will let him have a good look at our clan.

The person who knows best at reading."

"Of course, in our clan, only Brother Heng and I like reading the most." Princess Changyi said with a smile.

at the same time.

Zuo Daoqi was lying on the bed, flipping through "The Book of Health".

The day after tomorrow is the day of the Dragon Gate Ceremony, and he will most likely build the foundation during this period. At this juncture, there must be no carelessness.

The so-called foundation can actually be understood as the utensils that carry the path you practice.

The human body is fragile, and the Immortal Way does not focus on physical training, so it generally focuses on condensing the Tao foundation.

Various strange materials and spiritual objects are used to condense the Tao foundation. The Tao foundation of "Yangshenglu" is Yangding.

The Tao Foundation is a thing that describes the Tao. It has its own magic, just like a Yang tripod. Once it is condensed, it can absorb Yang Qi from ten directions, which is equivalent to having an extra carrier to absorb Qi.

There are also some other functions, such as controlling hundreds of women at night, invulnerable with a golden gun, and so on.

Zuo Daoqi didn't attach much importance to it. The key was the substantial increase in the speed of cultivation, which was very exciting.

"The third grade of medicine, the spirit and the essence of Qi. It fades and fades, disappears and disappears. It exists without keeping, and it is formed in an instant... The holy sun and the holy moon shine on the golden court. Once you have it forever, your body will naturally be light. Taihe is overflowing.

, the bones are scattered and cold. If you get the elixir, you will be spiritual, if you don’t, you will fall..."

"Those who use the Yang Ding can obtain the Holy Sun and the Holy Moon, take the most yang things, and create a wisp of pure yin energy..."

Just when he was about to study the meaning of these words in detail, the voice of the imperial concubine came from behind the screen.

At some point, the screen was put up again.

"Dodge, come here."

This was the first time that the imperial concubine called Zuo Daoqi by his real name. For a moment, he was unable to react.

It's been a long time since anyone called him by his real name.

"Sister, what's wrong?" Zuo Daoqi lit a kerosene lamp, protected the flames, walked around the screen and walked to the imperial concubine's bed.

Today's imperial concubine is completely different from the past. She seems a little sentimental, and even the gentleness in her body is missing a bit.

"Dodge, you can come in and out of the harem at will now. I think it will be possible to leave the capital if you have the opportunity in the future. My sister wants to ask you a favor."

Zuo Daoqi squeezed her hand and said, "Sister, if you tell me anything, just tell me."

The imperial concubine glanced at him, her eyes full of charm, which looked so touching under the dim kerosene lamp, "If you leave the capital one day, you can go to Taihuang Mountain in Wuzhou and find a Taoist priest with a mysterious Taoist name.

She said I was doing well."

Zuo Daoqi couldn't understand whether the 'ta' in her mouth was a boy or a girl, and his heart froze slightly.

Is it possible that the imperial concubine already had a sweetheart before entering the palace?

Mount Taihuang is the world-famous authentic Taoist school, and that mysterious Taoist priest must be a Taoist monk.

Her voice was a little discouraged. Is the imperial concubine still in love with her first love? She said dullly.

"Listen to my sister. I should go out in a few days. I will definitely help my sister bring the message."

The imperial concubine touched his hand and said, "I am just a sister. You must tell her that Xuanmen is most afraid of inner demons, and I don't want to become her inner demon."

younger sister?

Zuo Daoqi suddenly felt happy again.

It turns out she is the imperial concubine's sister, so that's okay.
Chapter completed!