The banquet was going on in a warm atmosphere. On a whim, someone proposed to compose wine with poems. Most of the concubines were from official families and were proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. For them, composing poems was just a trivial matter. Therefore, he proposed
Together, everyone was startled and eager to try.
Seeing this, Queen Fu smiled and said: "Then I will host this grape poetry gathering. Each sister will compose an impromptu poem on the theme of grape wine and within one stick of incense. Those who are outstanding in elegance will be rewarded with the cold light of this palace.
cup."
After finishing speaking, he nodded to the palace lady behind him and said, "Bring me the cold light cup."
Everyone at the banquet, except Yang Xi who didn't know what the Cold Light Cup was, took a breath of air-conditioning. This Cold Light Cup is said to have a history of thousands of years. Today, the Holy Spirit has spent a lot of manpower and material resources to obtain this treasure, and
This precious and precious gift was given to the most blessed queen. After the queen got this cold light cup, she kept it in the palace and was very careful even when taking it out to enjoy with everyone, let alone giving it to others as gifts.
This Queen Fu is really generous today!
Now, everyone at the banquet was in an extremely emotional state.
After getting the Hanguang Cup, Queen Fu carefully opened the brocade box made of century-old sandalwood and took out the thousand-year-old cup that everyone had been eyeing.
That cup is crystal clear and can be seen through with the naked eye. It is born with cold light and dazzling colors. Compared with the candlelight at night, it is like the brilliance of fireflies and the sun and the moon. It is incomparable to the sun. It’s like Yang Xi, no matter how ignorant he is,
When I saw this cup, I had to secretly marvel. What a stunning and legendary cold light cup.
Queen Fu saw that everyone's eyes were on her baby, and she couldn't help but feel a trace of pride and satisfaction in her heart. She smiled and said, "In that case, let's start, sisters."
When everyone heard this, they were about to grasp the pen and ink presented by Gong E, when they heard a clear and sweet smile coming from outside the hall: "The emperor's sister-in-law is so elegant!"
Amidst the laughter, a flash of fiery red appeared in front of everyone. Murong Yan smiled brightly and looked at Empress Fu intently: "Yan'er also likes the emperor's sister-in-law's cold light cup very much. How can such a poetry and wine party be rare?
Yan’er’s share?”
"It's rare for Yan'er to show her respect. Come here, please give the eldest princess a seat." Empress Fu looked back with a smile: "Yesterday, the Queen Mother invited someone to invite someone, but Gong'e reported back that Yan'er was not feeling well and could not attend the meeting. Therefore,
There is no time to inform Yan'er about the poetry society that is about to arise, so Yan'er should not blame me for being negligent."
"How could it be? The emperor's sister-in-law is also worried about Yan'er's health. Yan'er should be grateful." The palace chair was seated under Gong'e's new throne. Murong Yan raised her eyebrows lightly and smiled warmly at Yang Xi, who was slightly drunk: "Jun
Is the Lord still getting used to living in the palace?"
"Of course... I'm used to it." Yang Xi smiled slightly, with a hint of surprise and confusion in her smile.
Facing this face that she had seen thousands of times in the mirror, she still couldn't adapt to it for a while. Fortunately, Murong Yan didn't pay much attention to her. After taking a sip of wine, she smiled and said: "This wine
It is indeed the best wine, extremely fragrant and mellow. Sister-in-law, why don’t we compare this poem about wine in another way?"
Queen Fu raised her eyebrows: "I don't know what good idea Yan'er has?"
Murong Yanqiao glanced at everyone and said: "It is quiet and elegant to compose poems and give wine in one stick of incense, but it lacks the vitality of a cocktail party. Yan'er feels that writing poems with such pen and ink is better to give orders with wine.
Over a glass of wine, one of the poets above composed a wine poem one by one. What do you think?"
As soon as this statement came out, there was a slight discussion in the meeting. Who can compose poems with pen and ink? The time of burning an incense stick is not long, but it is not short either. It is enough for composing poems. However,
Composing a poem over a glass of wine is extremely difficult.
Although everyone can drink for a long or short time, it is just a glass of wine and it is very shameless to finish it with half a stick of incense.
No one here could afford to lose face. Therefore, for a while, no one dared to respond.
"Why don't you let the emperor's sister-in-law write the words and Yan'er answer the questions first, okay?" she said with a smile.
The eldest princess answered the question first, and now no one would have any objections.
When Empress Fu saw this, she was delighted and said: "Okay, Yan'er's idea is really good! Then I will use the word 'Yan' as the title and ask Yan'er to compose a poem."
Murong Yan smiled softly, picked up the wine glass and took a sip. She fell into deep thought. After a while, she took another sip, her eyebrows relaxed, and she chanted leisurely:
"The reds and greens bring fragrance and mellowness, but the bitter winter brings the loss of Dai'e;
I look forward to the day when we meet old friends, and we raise a glass of wine and invite each other in drunken dreams."
She did not talk about her beloved, but talked about her old friends. Although her words were vague, no one could feel the pain of being lonely in a deep boudoir, and the pain of being a beauty who had been suffering for years and had no one to love her. Almost all the women in the harem here were waiting for the unparalleled love in their entire lives.
Who can not understand the misery and loneliness of living with so little favor? Even Empress Fu, who had three thousand favors on her, had to share her husband with thousands of women.
Love is hurt under glory, who understands?
At that moment, several of the concubines couldn't help but their eyes turned red, and they felt sad in their hearts.
After all, Queen Fu was the mother of a country, and the bitterness in her heart was just swept away. She glanced at Murong Yan lightly, but she didn't know that this pampered and aloof person also had such sadness hidden in her heart. She calmed down,
He regained his usual elegant smile.
"Well, it's quiet and cold, and it's really a good poem! Yan'er is indeed the most talented woman in the capital." The queen praised with a smile.
"The emperor's sister-in-law is laughing." Murong Yan was startled and lost her mind. She read out what she was thinking, her face sank slightly, but suddenly she became radiant again, as if the loss just now was just a play to match the poem. She looked at Fu
The noble man said with a smile on his face: "I wonder if the noble man would be willing to show his hand and use 'noble' as the title?"
Fu Guiren calmed down and went to answer the question.
Yang Xi only felt that all her attention was always locked on Murong Yan, and she could not move her eyes away from her face no matter what. Who was she heartbroken for, and who was she lonely for? Although the expression on her face
She was smiling, but the smile never reached her eyebrows. Why was she like this?
She didn't know if it was because of that face, but she felt slightly sorry for her. It wasn't until that cold, dark and painful look met hers that Yang Xi felt a chill in her heart and suddenly came back to her senses.
"Princess?" Queen Fu's confused voice sounded.
Yang Xi was startled, "Uh... Queen... what's going on?"
Murong Yan, who was opposite her, chuckled: "Isn't the princess always missing the emperor's uncle?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone laughed. Yang Xi's face turned red and she did not dare to say anything anymore.