The land of Chen State is located in the south of the Yangtze River, where civilization is at its peak. Even the woodcutter on the roadside and passers-by can recite a few lines of poetry. The current emperor is also a master of calligraphy and painting. He is especially good at landscapes. He is also good at poetry and songs.

Quite accomplished.

Most of the people in the palace know some poems and songs, and can hear the charm of these two sentences.

Don't focus on the face, just focus on the meaning, especially the implicit one.

Especially this beautiful girl with beautiful face and beautiful voice, she sang it a cappella in Wu Nong's soft language and intonation. For a moment, she didn't know whether Yun Xiangyi, Hua Xiangrong, was singing about a noble concubine or a girl singing poetry. Xue Shuangtao finished singing softly.

The following two sentences.

"If we don't meet at the top of Qunyu Mountain."

"We will meet under the moon at Yaotai."

After reciting, no one spoke for a long time. The emperor recited the poem in a low voice, shook his head and sighed, "I heard the poem "The Swordsman" written by him before. At that time, I felt that although he had a sharp mind, he always had a cruelty.

Qi, let me tell you today if anyone has any injustice."

"Isn't my world peaceful?"

"Isn't Jiangnan peaceful enough?"

"Who do you want to show your sharpened sword to? Whose family are you trying to bring injustice to?"

"Today's poem is so beautiful and elegant that it really won my heart."

Concubine Xue's eyes were soft and elegant, and she said with a smile: "That child is only more than ten years old. I heard that he has been training at my house. He has been practicing martial arts for ten years, but he was suppressed by his father and could not show off his talents.

, this air of dissatisfaction shows that he is eager to achieve fame."

"I am showing you today, doesn't it mean that you are willing to raise your sword to help the country?"

"The Emperor is not happy because of the high-spirited young talents. Instead, he feels that he is violent and violent, which is inappropriate."

This paragraph lightly modified the meaning of the young man's poem to be more in line with the emperor's thoughts, and also slightly created an image of the young man who had been training for ten years and planned to show his ambition. The emperor couldn't help but feel a love for talent in his heart.

, dispelled his bad feeling due to the incident between the noble family and Wu Xun.

Concubine Xue said with a smile: "I like this poem very much, what do you think, Your Majesty?"

I don't call myself my concubine in private.

She and the emperor had been husband and wife for twenty years, and they were deeply in love. Now they were finally pregnant. The emperor cherished her, patted her hand, and said, "You say you like her, so you like her."

"He is a good boy."

Concubine Xue said softly: "I heard that the Prime Minister and General Qi Junsong have been quite critical of this child recently. After all, he is also a descendant of my Xue family. Before we have even met, he has been suppressed by them in every possible way. They suppress and dislike him.

, is it that child, or the child in my concubine’s womb?”

The eunuch next to him stiffened and broke out in cold sweat.

The emperor just smiled as usual and said: "They just didn't take care of their own children. They got involved in Qiu Ba's affairs at Yue Qian Peak and vented their anger on your guest Qing of the Xue family. Don't think too much about it. I'm still waiting.

You will give me a good child."

"As for Li Guanyi, as you said, he is indeed a good talent."

"Jingcai?"

The eunuch next to him bowed and said, "I am here."

The emperor took a cup of tea and drank it, and said calmly: "Draw up a decree."

"Today, I heard that Li Guanyi presented a poem. The words were very beautiful and won my heart. He came from a good family and had no bad temper. I gave him a hundred taels of silver and a pair of precious jade. I told Tantai Xianming and others that they would fight in the court.

Don't implicate innocent people, things from the past."

What happened in the past was the death of those martial arts disciples.

The emperor put the tea down casually and said calmly: "Don't mention it anymore."

Yuan Jingcai bowed: "Yes."

But he sighed in his heart, lamenting that Mr. Tantai Xianming and other aristocratic families were using Qi Junsong's son as a breakthrough point. When the aristocratic families, officials, relatives, military generals, and civil servants were all quarreling, the emperor's understatement said:

A moderate fight was suppressed.

We still have to fight, but we can no longer drag Li Guanyi into talking about it.

Those martial arts disciples could be considered dead in vain.

[The words are so beautiful that they won my heart].

These eight words determined Li Guanyi's status as a good family son.

Generally speaking, Wu Xun would not dare to trouble him with what he had done before. He glanced at Xue Shuangtao standing over there and wondered if the little girl knew that he had just started a small fight and was also

This gave Captain Zhenwei, who had not yet arrived in the capital, an extra supporter.

He saw that the girl was slightly relieved, her hands dropped and she pinched the hem of her clothes tightly.

A pair of eyes stared straight ahead.

More serious than those answers.

Knowing that she was a little nervous reciting poems in front of the emperor.

Yuan Jingcai shook his head.

Sure enough, she is still a little girl, how can she not be nervous?

I'm just curious about what kind of ability that kid has that makes her so dedicated.

After drinking tea, Concubine Xue personally composed the music and sang the poem. The emperor beat the rhythm, and then a sound of singing came from outside. The emperor had no choice but to say: "I have to go to the big sacrifice place. Every day these days.

I burn incense and pray every day, and when I come to you, I feel at ease for a moment."

He held Concubine Xue's hand and said a few personal words before standing up and leaving.

Concubine Xue waited until the emperor had gone far before letting Xue Shuangtao come over. Xue Shuangtao helped her aunt, who had been pregnant for several months, to get ready. The concubine stretched out her hand and touched Xue Shuangtao's eyebrows gently, pretending to be angry and said: "Little girl, you are so brave.

"

Xue Shuangtao held her aunt's arm and shook it, and said coquettishly: "I'm not just here to give you poems, aunt. Why did you expect that the emperor is here? Auntie, don't be angry."

Concubine Xue Guifei originally liked Xue Shuangtao, a junior.

I saw her acting coquettishly, her eyebrows were cute, and she was so cute that I wanted to hold her in my arms and rub her.

Don't say that you don't have any anger in the first place. Even if you do have anger, it needs to be reduced by three points. With a smile on your face, you said: "You are the only one who can speak."

Xue Shuangtao said: "Don't my aunt like this poem?"

Concubine Xue said: "How could you not like such a good poem? Such a talented poet, Yun Xiang clothes, Hua Xiang Rong, the writing is really good, but I don't know whether this poem is written for me or for you.

What about?"

She teased, and Xue Shuangtao said: "Of course I wrote it to you, aunt."

Concubine Xue joked: "Then he didn't write you a poem?"

"I must have written it!"

Xue Shuangtao answered subconsciously, but since her name was in the poem, there was nothing she could do about it. He hesitated and said, "Well, I'll just show it to you next time!" Concubine Xue nodded with a smile and patted her hand.

Palm, said: "Since you protect him so much, dad also thinks highly of him."

"Then when he comes to Beijing, I will have a private banquet. You can invite him to come too."

Xue Shuangtao was delighted.

She could also see that this meant that Li Guanyi had a backer in the capital. She always felt that the young man was so talented that if he came to the capital and did not cause trouble, many things would come to his door. As long as there was someone willing to help, she would always

is better.

When she went back to write a letter that day, the girl packed a box of candied plums.

She said that the imperial concubine liked poems very much, and she just asked if it was spring day today and could she write another one for her.

After a pause, he erased this sentence.

After thinking about it, I just wrote eight words.

Concubine Xue grabbed her letter and read it. The girl was so anxious that she wanted to snatch it back, but her aunt took advantage of her pregnancy so that Xue Shuangtao did not dare to touch it.

My letter, I, I’m not like him, I can’t write poetry.”

"Oh? Can't write it? Then I have to take a good look at it."

Concubine Xue opened it proudly and saw that the girl had written eight words.

[Flowers bloom in spring, waiting for you to come]

Concubine Xue was stunned for a long time in the spring breeze.

She sighed, returned the letter to Xue Shuangtao, rubbed the girl's hair, and saw that she was so angry that she had two big tears in her eyes, and said with a smile: "How can I be inferior to him?"

"Just these two sentences are not enough."

"But when you write it like this, it's no worse than his poetry."

[Flowers bloom in spring, waiting for you to come]
To be continued...