"Since we all agree, how about we write a poem first?" Feng Baobao chose the most difficult one when he saw everyone was cheering for it. After all, Princess Zhan couldn't read a single Chinese character, so even if she studied, she would definitely not be able to write a poem.
Looking at the lotus flowers in the pond, an idea came to him: "Why don't we all write poems with lotus flowers? What do you think, Queen?"
Murong Min was also happy to see them making trouble. The youthful vitality brought color to the dead palace. She nodded dignifiedly and gently: "You young people can make up your own minds about your own affairs. I, an old man, will not participate."
"Empress, you look about the same age as us. If I didn't tell others, they would think you were my sister." Feng Baobao was very good at talking with his little mouth, which made the empress smile.
"Everyone is ready to compose poems, so let's start from the left." Not everyone can write poems. The girl on the left is Shen Jiayao, the legitimate daughter of the Secretary of the Ministry of Revenue. She is an upright person.
Shen Jiayao thought hard and couldn't think of anything, so she cursed in her heart: "We agreed to attend the palace banquet to eat and drink, what the hell are you doing?"
"It seems that Miss Shen hasn't made it yet. How about Miss Jiang come first?" Feng Baobao stole the show and his expression became smug.
Jiang Lingyuan, the Minister of Rites, glanced at the lotus flowers in the pond with a disdainful smile and said: "
The lotus blossoms are shining brightly, and the pavilions emerge from the water.
A solitary stem brings out the green, while the two shadows share the red.
The color captures people's faces, and the fragrance dances in the wind of clothes.
The name Lotus can be recited by oneself, and the two minds are united."
An ancient poem captivated the audience. He adjusted his body posture while sitting with his head held high and his arrogant eyes even more arrogant.
Feng Baobao did not expect that she would make it so quickly, and said with a slightly unnatural look on his face: "Miss Jiang is really versatile and has good poetry."
Jiang Lingyuan was not so modest. She showed a confident smile with a very assertive attitude: "Of course, the teachers praise me for being smart. Maybe I will become a female poet in the future."
"Haha..." Feng Baobao smiled awkwardly and turned to look at Su Yining.
"Princess Zhan, it's your turn. If you don't know how, you can admit defeat." Don't let the sarcastic smile on your face be too obvious, just point to your nose and say: You fool, just admit defeat.
Su Yining played with Han Yunshen's long hair and said casually: "The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red." Simple and clear.
As soon as these words came out, everyone was amazed, not because of the exquisiteness of the poem, but because of the cheerful and cheerful mentality.
"No?" Feng Baobao couldn't help but ask when he saw her being silent.
"No more." She only remembered so much of this poem, and she couldn't remember the details. She didn't know how to write poetry in the first place.
"...Haha, what a poem, what a poem. I wonder if Princess Zhan learned this from Xue Xue?" The indirection meant that she was plagiarizing others.
"I copied someone else's poem. I didn't make this poem. I just used it to make up the numbers." Her generous attitude made people feel that Princess Zhan was very grand.
If it were someone else, they would definitely cry and feel ashamed.
"Princess Zhan..." Feng Baobao was about to say something but was interrupted by the Queen. There was warmth and anger in her dignified eyebrows: "Miss Feng, you have been holding on to Princess Zhan too much. This kind of character is not what a lady should have. .”
Murong Min looked at Zhang's familiar face and fell into memories. The woman begged her to let her go. She was so fragile and charming that she attracted the emperor to stay overnight.
On that night of pouring rain, she did something...
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I was wrong. I heard that the Princess was studying and became playful a few days ago. Please don't blame me, Your Majesty." No matter how anxious you were inside, you remained calm on the surface, and you did not hesitate to admit your mistakes when you should.
Feng Baobao was panic-stricken and was scolded by the queen with such harsh words. This had a great impact on her and made it difficult for her to assume the role of princess.
"Get up, as a woman, don't be so harsh. Let's continue playing." Murong Min calmed the matter down with a few words, and at the same time, Su Yining gained a short period of peace.
Then a group of little girls began to continue reciting poems and writing poems, and some of them heard Su Yining fall asleep. This was the scene in the small hall of the Royal Garden.
Su Yining closed her eyes and dozed off. Unexpectedly, her head had rested on Han Yunshen's body, and the breeze was blowing their hair intertwined.
"She smells so good."
"It's a bit itchy when the hair blows on my face."
"She is so well-behaved and light-hearted..."
Han Yunshen had regained consciousness and was feeling everything outside in the darkness. His breath was filled with the fragrance of her body, and this fragrance made his mind wander.
The two of them nestled in the imperial garden, forming a landscape...
Jun Lingye watched the two people leaning against each other in the corner, their long and narrow eyes getting darker and darker, those eyes were like an abyss, making people sink into it.
"Seventh Prince..." Standing next to him was a petite woman with a delicate and ordinary appearance. At this time, she was blushing and lowering her head coquettishly, not noticing that her sweetheart didn't even look at her.
Seeing that the Seventh Prince ignored her, she raised her head and followed his gaze and looked across. She did not think that he was looking at Princess Zhan, but instead focused on other people.
"Seventh Prince, what are you looking at?" Her eyes had been fixed on Feng Baobao, which was exactly where she was when viewed from her angle.
The married Princess Zhan had been ignored for a long time. After all, how could a noble prince visit a fool? Even if she was not married, she would not be a threat to her.
"Huh? I'm not looking at anything. What's wrong? Are you unhappy because I'm looking at someone else? Are you jealous?" Jun Lingye looked at her affectionately with his long, narrow and gentle eyes. At this moment, she was the only one for him.
He leaned close to her ear, and his warm breath hit her cochlea, making her whole body numb and her legs almost weak. She completely forgot about the unhappiness just now, and now her face was burning, so she ran away covering her face.
This woman is not an ordinary person. Her father is Sikong Zhen, the king of the southwest, and her brother is Sikong Han, the general of the southwest. He has a large number of soldiers and acts vigorously and resolutely, which has always been a worry for the emperor.
The Sikong family is not as loyal as the Han family. They have been divided into separate factions since they were given the title of King with a different surname. They rarely go to the capital, and even if they do, they will be fully prepared.
This time Sikong Xueer came to Beijing to appease the emperor and find a suitable husband for her.
"Master, do you want to chase Miss Sikong after she leaves?" the servant reminded at the side.
Jun Lingye glanced at her back indifferently, his eyes deep and displeased and said coldly: "No need, she will come back on her own."
This is when the painting competition begins again, and this time Feng Baobao has a memory.
She no longer took the initiative to talk to Su Yining, but ignored her.
As for painting, this is her strong point. When she was a thief, her first skill was to make rubbings. Copying and painting were not a problem.
"Please prepare a pen and ink." She turned her head and said to the waiter beside her, and all the tea sets on the stone table in front of her were moved aside.
Seeing her prelude to such vigorous preparations, some people secretly sneered: "What can a fool draw? Can he draw a chicken eating rice?"
"Haha, don't talk nonsense. The Queen should be unhappy!"
"Perhaps we can draw a picture of fighting with dogs for food." Jiang Lingyuan sarcastically said without caring about Su Yining's face. What happened back then was brought out again.