But she also had a good plan for the Fanyang Lu family, and she was also in vain!
When the prince Xiao Changgong mentioned Xie Qingwan to them, the emperor nodded in agreement. Concubine Lu was even more worried and turned her eyes to her niece Lu Yuechan!
Although Yue Chan is average in calligraphy and painting, his piano skills are at least excellent. Concubine Lu was thinking about how to let the emperor give up the idea of watching Yue Chan's calligraphy and paintings, and let Yue Chan play the piano to cheer him up. After Xiao Heng finished praising him, he turned his attention to Lu Yuechan.
"Yuechan, how are your plum blossoms drawn?"
Concubine Lu's heart skipped a beat, and she was about to talk to the emperor, but Lu Yuechan actually stepped forward and bowed to Xiao Heng and said, "Go back to the emperor, Yue Chan also wanted to write a piece after seeing the prince's character, but he didn't know that the emperor
Are you willing to allow Yuechan to use characters instead of painting?”
She knew that if she refused again and again today, it would only make the emperor unhappy and could only settle for the second best!
Xiao Heng's sharp eyes fell on Lu Yuechan's face, and he saw Lu Yuechan's palms sweating, and his heart was also thumping.
"It's good! But since you want to use the characters to draw, you have to punish..." After Xiao Heng finished speaking, he saw Lu Yuechan's worried look, and couldn't bear to make things difficult for her: "So, just write a poem about snow and write a poem about it.
A song of plum blossoms!”
Lu Yuechan quickly said yes, and felt relieved in her heart. She walked back to the pen, ink, paper and ink, thought for a moment, and then picked up the pen and wrote a picture of the words about Yongmei.
"The new leaves are rising, and the new ones are falling.
I met you and the swallows in the garden, and I followed you and returned with you with a smile.
I personally worked hard on my jade fingers and picked them to give them to Nanwei.
With a cloud bun, jade is more radiant than glory.
The sun is scattered and the grace of yours cannot be pursued."
This poem lyrics of falling plum blossoms was written by Xie Ting in the previous dynasty. It uses the fall of plum blossoms to describe the decline of your grace. It is inevitable that it is unfavorable to write it on this happy day.
Xie Tzu's death was caused by the power struggle in the previous dynasty, so Xiao Heng never understood that when he saw this poem, he still had to study Lu Yuechan's calligraphy in depth, and his face suddenly became gloomy.
"Lu Yuechan, what does it mean to write this poem at this time?" Xiao Heng scolded sternly, scaring Lu Yuechan and Concubine Lu's faces pale.
"Are you using the rebellion of the previous dynasty to implicitly mock me for not governing the country?" After Xiao Heng said that, Lu Yuechan was so scared that her legs became weak, and she quickly knelt down and kowtowed to the emperor.
"The emperor calms down, Yue Chan has no intention of this..."
Lu Yuechan just thought of this poem and wrote it down. She forgot that it was in front of the emperor, and she didn't expect that this poem that expresses the depression in her heart was just a violation of the saint's anger!
"The emperor is a wise king. How dare Yue Chan implicitly mock the emperor? Please forgive me. Yue Chan is just an unintentional mistake..." Concubine Lu was also anxious, afraid that the emperor would execute Lu Yuechan in anger and join Lu Yuechan with him.
Kneeled in front of Xiao Heng.
Xiao Heng snorted coldly. Although his eyebrows did not let go, he looked at Lu Yuechan's trembling appearance. He did not have the courage to mock him. He waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I will spare you for the sake of my beloved concubine."
this time!"
"Thank you, your magnanimity!" Concubine Lu finally breathed a sigh of relief, quickly stood up, and reminded Lu Yuechan to thank the emperor.
Xiao Heng frowned and looked at Lu Yuechan, and became more and more dissatisfied with Concubine Lu, the niece, but he did not drive her away at the moment. He said lightly: "Forget it, I will give you a chance to repay the merits. You are still missing a poem about snow...