Jian Xiao felt that the atmosphere in the palace was a bit strange these past two days. Although she knew that Zhang Qin's birthday was coming soon, everyone in the harem was trying their best to make a good appearance, and Gao Tianduo did not come again.
Found myself
Maybe Jiaojiao told herself that she could leave on Zhang Qin's birthday, which made her feel a little sensitive.
Jian Xiao took Wanyun and Jiaojiao for a walk by the Wangchuan Lake. When they were tired, they sat on the stone bench to rest. Wanyun and Jiaojiao played with flowers and grass by the lake.
"My dear, look! I picked up a beautiful stone!" Jiaojiao shook the stone in her hand and ran over, "Look! There is a snake on it!"
Jian Xiao took the stone and pulled it, and was stunned. One side of the ordinary stone was ordinary, and the other side had a red pattern printed on it. The red color was in the shape of an S. Jian Xiao remembered that this was a time-travel item from the past. As long as he held it
If this stone sinks to the bottom of Lake Wangchuan, it will successfully travel back.
But... this is all in the past. The time machine is damaged and she can never go back. Thinking of this, Jian Xiao couldn't help but clenched the stone in her hand.
"Jiaojiao, how about giving this to me?" Jian Xiao asked. This is her only connection with modern times. Jian Xiao wants to stay.
"Okay! If you like it, you can stay," Jiaojiao said. Maybe she was leaving here, and Jian Xiao wanted to take something as a souvenir.
Jian Xiao raised her head and saw that Zhang Qin was walking over with everyone. She stood up and said, "Long live your Majesty!"
"I really want to find you! I didn't expect to meet you here!" Zhang Qin smiled, "Let's go back to your Xiaoxiang Tower!"
"I wonder if your majesty is happy?" Jian Xiao asked.
Zhang Qin said with a smile, "I heard that you have written a lot of ancient poems recently. I want to read them!"
Ancient poetry? Jian Xiao frowned. She had not known ancient poetry since she was a child. Did she really think that she could write poetry when she came to the prosperous Tang Dynasty?
"I'm afraid your Majesty may have misunderstood!" Jian Xiao smiled, "I don't know how to write!"
"You are still humble!" Zhang Qin was sure that Jian Xiao must be able to write and play. "You have forgotten that since you can tell me whether the memorial is good or bad, I think the poems are also good."
"Where did you hear that I can write poetry?" Jian Xiao felt that this must be a rumor.
"You still don't believe it?" Zhang Qin laughed, "It has spread throughout the harem, and many empresses have copied your poems!"
Jian Xiao suddenly felt that she had fallen into some kind of trap, and she still couldn't tell whether the trap was real or fake, good or bad.
Zhang Qin had already walked into Xiaoxiang Tower, walked to the desk, and picked up a volume, "Did you write this?"
"No...that's what I usually watch..."
Before Jian Xiao could finish speaking, she heard Zhang Qin reciting, "The spring river flows on a cold night, the lonely tree attracts jade's pity, the heart is filled with sorrow and longing, and tears are shed. I wonder when the autumn geese will return? What a poem,
What a poem about chanting the moon and homesickness!"
Jian Xiaoding was there, how could it be? She had never written anything like this, so how could it appear on her desk? She walked over, picked up the scroll, and her handwriting in small regular script was almost the same as her own. What was going on?
She then flipped through a few pages, all of which were poems about meaningless moaning. She would not write this kind of thing if she wanted to write it. She flipped through two more pages, Jian Xiao glanced over, it's over, this is a trap, this is a pit of fire.
Jian Xiao put a random volume of the book behind his back and said casually, "Your Majesty, it is better to listen to poetry than to read it. How about I ask my concubine to recite two poems for you?"
"Oh? If that's the case, that's great," Zhang Qin said, "What did you write here?"
"Everything is there!" Jian Xiao boasted to Haikou with her photographic attention.
"The ancients often praised the spring and autumn sky, but is there such a thing as summer?" Zhang Qin thought for a while and asked.
Jian Xiao's mind flashed, "In the summer of Mengxia in the south of the Yangtze River, the bamboo shoots are like weaving mirage into a pavilion, and the sound of frogs is an orchestra."
Zhang Qin didn't expect Jian Xiao to come here casually, "Jian Xiao, did you do it casually, or is it an old work?"
"Of course it's an old work? How can I be so talented?" Jian Xiao said, thinking about how to destroy the book in his hand. It would be great if it was winter, with fire pots everywhere, even at night! It happened to be daytime
"Then let's play another song!" Zhang Qin continued to click enthusiastically. Suddenly, a young eunuch appeared. Zhang Qin stopped smiling and asked, "What's the matter?"
"The actors and actresses in the garden have rehearsed their songs and dances, please review them by Your Majesty."
Zhang Qin nodded, "Tell them to come to Xiaoxiang Tower!" He said, facing Jian Xiao, "You should also come and have a look and give some opinions."
Soon twelve dancing women came over charmingly and said, "Long live your Majesty, Empress Jieyu Jin'an"
"Everyone, get up! Let me take a good look at what you have rehearsed!"
Dizi sobbed as he remembered it, and the women immediately waved their sleeves and danced. After a few dances, the women began to sing and dance: "Spring farewell is like spring love, and summer love lasts longer, for whom is the double tent covered?"
When will I have a pillow? Put a folded fan on the bed, and imagine that the distant breeze will blow my beautiful makeup on my sleeves, and I will climb up to the high platform with green lotuses and cover the Lush water. The hibiscus flowers are red and fresh. When the man sees me, he wants to pick me. My heart wants to embrace the lotus.
The hall has no walls, a precious mat and an engraved jade bed, and is full of caress and comfort."
Hearing this, Jian Xiao and Zhang Qin both changed their expressions. Oh my god, this is Hong Guoguo's erotic poem! It was also written with great passion.
Zhang Qin raised his hand and shouted sharply: "Who asked you to sing this?"
The leading woman came over and knelt in front of Zhang Qin, "Jian Jieyu did it!"
"Me?" Jian Xiao frowned, "When did I write these? This is obviously the summer excerpt from "Song of the Four Seasons of Midnight" in the Northern and Southern Dynasties. Does it have anything to do with me?" Jian Xiao couldn't speak in a hurry.
No time to think about it
"How do you know?" Zhang Qin asked, leaving Jian Xiao speechless. He said that he had read it. How could a girl who was raised in a boudoir know this? If she didn't say that she had read it, she would be said to be...
I wrote it myself
"We learned it from the book in Jian Jieyu's hand!" The woman interrupted Jian Xiao's meditation.
Jian Xiao stared at this woman, having never seen her before, why did she want to tease herself like this? "Hey, I have no enmity with you, why are you trying to frame me?"
"I don't dare! It's just that I did see Jian Jieyu reading it out of the book she took! You can tell at a glance whether what I said is right or wrong!" the woman retorted eloquently.
Zhang Qin stretched out his hand and said, "Jian Xiao, show me!"
Jian Xiao grabbed the book with both hands, and she really hated herself for not throwing the book away so decisively! "Your Majesty, this book is not elegant." Jian Xiao suddenly thought about it and came up with an excellent answer, "Your Majesty, I
I am from Yunyutang, have you forgotten? From time to time there are always songs like this that customers ask us to play and sing."
On one side of Jian Xiao's face, she saw Wan Yun walking over with a basin of water. She quickly winked. Wan Yun understood and walked towards Jian Xiao with the water. Jian Xiao held the book behind her back, aimed at the basin, and immediately let go.