When he attended the Xiangji Banquet last time, Zhao Yan once recited a poem that was very popular in later generations, "Don't let down the Tathagata and Don't Let Upset You" because of the incident between Kong and Yan Yuru. At that time, Su Shi and others were shocked by the poems expressed by Zhao Yan. However, among the people sitting, only Xue Ning'er did not believe that this poem was written by Zhao Yan, otherwise she would not have asked her to help write the poem Crossing the Bridge last time. As for the origin of the poem, she guessed that Zhao Yan might have heard it accidentally.

It is precisely because of this that Xue Ning'er always believed that although Zhao Yan was proficient in painting, she lacked some in poetry. But what she never expected was that when she was thinking about a poem that could be matched with this painting, Zhao Yan chanted a small poem softly. When she first heard it, she felt very ordinary, but if she thought about it carefully, she found that this small poem had a very artistic conception.

"I know it's not snow from afar, because there is a faint fragrance. I know it's not snow from afar..." I saw that Xue Ning'er also said softly and repeated the last two lines of this poem several times. I felt something right now, and finally my nose felt sore, and two lines of clear tears flowed out.

Zhao Yanyin's poem "Ode to Plum Blossoms" was written by Wang Anshi many years later when the reform failed. Through the description of the pure and clean plum blossoms, he expressed that although the environment he was in was very harsh, he still maintained a noble character, which was similar to the sentence "From the mud without being stained". However, when he heard this poem, he was simply a compliment to Xue Ning'er's birth in a brothel, but he was not stained with the world. This made Xue Ning'er feel as if she had found a confidant for a while, and her tears kept flowing, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances she had suffered over the years.

Seeing Xue Ning'er crying, Zhao Yan didn't know what to do for a moment. He just saw the plum blossoms in the painting, and thought about the past when he discovered the plum blossoms in the garden. He thought that Wang Anshi's poem about plum blossoms was very appropriate to the scene at that time, so he couldn't help but recited them. But he didn't expect that Xue Ning'er was actually made cry by a poem. Speaking of which, when he recited the poem for Cao Ying, he also made the other party cry. Could it be that as long as he recited the poem, women would cry?

This song of plum blossoms made Xue Ning'er hurt her life experience. She secretly shed tears for a while, then suddenly remembered that this was Zhao Yan's study. She hurriedly stood up and apologized to him: "Prince, the prince, I am sorry for my life experience. I am really a bit rude!"

"There is no need to be too polite to Xue Xingshou. It is my fault to say that. Unexpectedly, a poem actually evokes Xue Xingshou's sad things!" Zhao Yan finally spoke at this time. It was not that he didn't want to ask Xue Ning'er's previous experience. But everyone has their own secrets. If the other party doesn't want to say something, it would be too rude to ask him rashly.

When Xue Ning'er heard Zhao Yan's words, she seemed a little reluctant to speak. Her expression changed several times, but she still said nothing. She finally took the painting to the desk, personally dredged ink and picked up the pen, and wrote Zhao Yan's poem about plum blossoms on the painting. However, when she was writing this poem, her tears couldn't stop flowing.

The poem was finished, but Xue Ning'er lowered her head and wiped her tears, bowed to Zhao Yan again and said, "Thank you, the prince, for giving the paintings and poems to the little girl. But the little girl is now excited and wants to be quiet alone, so she said goodbye!"

After Xue Ning'er finished speaking, she stood up and left. She was in a mess now, especially when facing Zhao Yan, Xue Ning'er felt that her heart was beating very fast, so she instinctively wanted to leave as soon as possible. Zhao Yan did not stop her, and stood up immediately. She politely sent Xue Ning'er to the door, and asked Xiao Douya to help her take Xue Ning'er back so that she would not find her way back in the inner house.

After leaving Zhao Yan's study, she was blown by the cold wind outside. Xue Ning'er's originally excited mood slowly began to calm down. She couldn't help but feel a little shy when she thought of her losing her composure in front of Zhao Yan just now. But she couldn't blame her. Zhao Yan's paintings had already made her very praiseworthy, but the last song of plum blossoms suddenly triggered Xue Ning'er's concerns, which made her so excited that she couldn't help herself. I'm afraid that any woman would have lost her composure under that situation.

Xue Ning'er held Hua and thought about her own thoughts. Xiao Douya walked in front of her to lead the way. But after not far, Xue Ning'er suddenly took a few steps to catch up with Xiao Douya, and then said with a smile: "Sister Douya, how long have you served the prince?"

Xiao Douya was praised by Xue Ning'er just now, and now she has a good impression of her, so after hearing Xue Ning'er's words, she also replied with a smile: "I came here with the fourth sister'er's dowry. I was assigned to the prince the next day, which has been more than half a year."

"So that's it." Xue Ning'er nodded when she heard this, and then showed an envious expression. "The prince is both outstanding in poetry and painting, and she is also very kind to others. Sister Douya is able to serve the prince often, which really makes me envious."

The simple little Douya envied her little maid when she heard the glorious head of Xue Ning'er. She almost jumped up excitedly. She even immediately treated Xue Ning'er as her best sister and said enthusiastically: "The prince is indeed very good to us, but I think he is very good to Sister Xue, you are also very good to Sister Xue. For example, the prince just hugged you back to the study. I have followed the prince for so long, and I have only seen the prince hug the fourth sister once last time."

When Xue Ning'er heard Xiao Douya mentioning the fact that Zhao Yan hugged herself just now, her face turned red. Then she heard that Zhao Yan had only hugged the princess Cao Ying and herself, which made her suddenly feel sweet and a little secretly happy. However, this joy did not last too long, because she thought of the huge gap in identity between herself and Cao Ying, which made her sigh. If it were not for life, which woman would be willing to live such a life that entertains people with sensuality?

Just as Xue Ning'er was thinking about her thoughts, the little bean sprouted in front of her suddenly stopped, which made her stunned and hurriedly stopped. At this time, she realized that two beautiful women had walked from the path ahead of her. The woman on the left was a little older and looked full of spirits. Although the woman on the right was younger, her appearance was beautiful and refined, and her temperament was extremely noble. Although Xue Ning'er believed that her appearance was better than the other party, she was incomparable in temperament.

"Xiao Douya pays homage to the princess, and to the fourth sister!" Seeing the two women in front, Xiao Douya immediately greeted him with a happy expression. Xue Ning'er behind him immediately understood when she heard Xiao Douya's words. It seemed that the older woman should be Princess Shoukang, and that beautiful woman must be Zhao Yan's princess, that is, Cao Ying, who was born in the first family of the generals.

"Minister Xue Ning'er, pay homage to the princess and the princess!" Xue Ning'er also walked forward and bowed. Although her status was very different, since she was a guest at someone's mansion and met her here, she naturally could not be too polite.

When Cao Ying and Princess Shoukang saw Xue Ning'er saluting, there was no unexpected expression on their faces, but looked at each other, and then Princess Shoukang said: "It turns out that you are the second line of the capital, and you are indeed beautiful. I feel sorry for you. No wonder my third brother wants to keep you in the mansion for a while?"

When Xue Ning'er heard that Princess Shoukang had misunderstood her relationship with Zhao Yan, she immediately turned red and she defended herself: "The princess misunderstood. The little girl just admired the prince's talent, so she came to the door to ask for paintings. Prince Meng refused to give up and finally agreed to make a painting for the little girl. It was not like the princess misunderstood."

"Oh, is the portrait you are holding in your hand drawn by my third brother for you? Can you let me take a look?" Princess Shoukang suddenly asked again, with a very interested expression on her face. As for Cao Ying beside her, she always had a cold expression, as if she had no interest in Xue Ning'er, but her eyes occasionally glanced over Xue Ning'er's beautiful appearance.

When Xue Ning'er heard Princess Shoukang want to see her portrait, she hesitated for a moment, and finally put the painting on her hands and said, "Princess, please look at the prince's painting skills. The little girl is also very envious!"

Princess Shoukang took the painting with a smile, and then gently opened it. Although Cao Ying next to her tried her best to make a cold look, her eyes couldn't help looking at the drawing paper. Originally, when she saw Xue Ning's childhood, who was like a fairy exiled to the mortal world, she did not have any special reaction. Xue Ning'er was originally beautiful, and with Zhao Yan's painting skills, it was normal to have such an effect. However, when she saw the poem about plum blossoms on a corner of the drawing paper, her face changed slightly, but soon returned to normal.

"A few plum branches in the corner of the wall are blooming alone in the cold. I know it is not snow, because there is a faint fragrance." Princess Shoukang also noticed the little poem on the painting at this time. She couldn't help but recite it softly. At the same time, she was stunned for a moment, and finally turned to smile and said, "Painting is a good painting, and the poetry is even more delicious. It can definitely be regarded as a masterpiece passed down from generation to generation!"

Princess Shoukang said, handing the scroll to Xue Ning'er again. With her understanding of Zhao Yan, she didn't believe that the poems in the painting were written by Zhao Yan, but thought that they were written by Xue Ning'er on the other side, which made her feel a bit jealous of talent. After all, it was very difficult for a woman to write such an excellent poem.

After Xue Ning'er took the painting, she breathed a sigh of relief and saluted Princess Shoukang and Cao Ying again, and then left hurriedly with Xiao Douya. Cao Ying didn't say a word from beginning to end, but the more she did this, the more she felt a sense of unreasonable guilt, as if she had stolen something from someone?
Chapter completed!