Xiao Guizi, are you a eunuch Xiuyang God?

Chapter 56
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"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

It was snowing heavily outside the window, and the little emperor tilted his head to watch, rapturously waking him up from his contemplation.

When he came back to his senses, the little emperor coughed lightly and said, "Oh, Taifu, I'm sorry, just now I was preoccupied with political affairs. "

Qin Taifu nodded, without revealing the truth, and said directly: "Your Majesty, did you understand what the old minister said just now?"

"Ah, this...I naturally understand." The little emperor nodded.

Qin Taifu nodded: "Since that's the case, Your Majesty may use this snow to compose a poem."

"Compose poetry?" The little emperor came to his senses, looking at the heavy snow outside the window, he frowned secretly.

slap!

Stepping on the snow, Princess Anning opened the door and entered. There were large flakes of snow on her cloak and hair, as well as on her feet.

When she came to the upper study room, she took off her cloak, shook off the snowflakes on her clothes, stomped her feet a few times, and shook off the snow on her legs.

Some of the remaining snowflakes were stained on the body, and because of the temperature of the burning stove in the room, it also melted.

"An Ning, why are you back!" the little emperor said with a sigh of relief.

Seeing this, Qin Taifu snorted coldly and was a little dissatisfied.

"Isn't the princess not fond of listening to the old man's lessons, why are you back?" Qin Taifu's voice was slightly mocking.

"Hmph, this princess is here to accompany the emperor's elder brother, why can't I come to the study?" Princess An Ning retorted, and immediately sat next to the little emperor.

Qin Taifu's beard was slightly raised, and he said with a bad face at the moment: "This is the upper study room, a place for learning. Since the princess wants to accompany His Majesty to study, please live in peace."

Princess Anning snorted coldly and ignored her.

Qin Taifu turned around and sat in front of the lesson plan table, lowered his head and flipped through the book in his hand, without raising his head, he said: "Your Majesty, it's time for a cup of tea. You can tell the old minister when Your Majesty finishes the poem."

"I see, Taifu." The little emperor nodded, looked at the rice paper on the table, and sighed.

Princess An Ning asked in a low voice: "What's the matter, Brother Emperor, did Taifu Qin ask you to write a poem? What poem?"

The little emperor sighed and said, "Teacher Qin asked me to write a poem about this snow."

"Snow?" Princess Anning's eyes lit up, thinking of a piece of rice paper in her pocket.

She didn't take it out at the moment, but her face brightened a little.

The little emperor lowered his head in thought, and after a while, looked at the heavy snow outside the window. After a while, he took a pen and began to write on the rice paper.

While the little emperor was seriously writing, An Ning took out the rice paper from his pocket, and immediately spread it on the table.

The little emperor finished the last stroke, and after reciting in a low voice, a smile appeared on his face: "Not bad."

An Ning leaned over, saw the poem on the little emperor's rice paper, and read it in a low voice.

snow spring
Snow shines on pedestrians in the middle of winter, and the pond outside the window is frozen and cold.

Suddenly, as if the east wind came overnight, the old Bichun did not return.

smash smash.

Princess Anning smacked her lips twice.

The little emperor felt satisfied, he smiled and said: "Not bad, An Ning, I can say it well, in this short period of time..."

Before he finished speaking, the little emperor saw the rice paper on An Ning's desk from the corner of his eye, and was instantly attracted by the font on the rice paper.

Immediately, he raised his head and looked at An Ning, with disbelief in his eyes.

The meaning is self-evident.

This is what you wrote?
Princess Anning blinked.

The little emperor looked down again, and when he saw the poem, he recited it in a low voice, as if he had been slapped in the face, his mind roared for a while, and then he became confused.

Xuemei
There is plum but no snow without spirit, and there is snow without poetry and vulgarity.

It is snowy all day long at sunset, and it is very spring together with plum.

Like this poem of mine.

There is snow, Huaichun.

But its artistic conception and height are immediately judged!

The little emperor looked down at his poem again... Intuitively, it was like mud in a pond, extremely muddy.

"Written, Your Majesty?"

Qin Taifu raised his head, and what he saw was the somewhat dazed expression of the little emperor. He immediately stood up and walked to the little emperor's side in a few steps.

Seeing the rice paper on the little emperor's desk, it was already full of words.

Qin Taifu picked it up, first scanned the words on the rice paper and said: "Your Majesty's handwriting has improved a lot, not bad, this poem..."

He took a step, stroked his beard from time to time, began to shake his head, and began to chant yin and yang frustratingly.

snow spring
Snow shines on pedestrians in the middle of winter, and the pond outside the window is frozen and cold.

Suddenly, as if the east wind came overnight, the old Bichun did not return.

Qin Taifu seemed to be reminiscing, and after a while, he smiled and said: "Your Majesty, this poem is not bad. If it is reflected in the sacred and sacred objects, at least it has the talent to go out of the county. It is better than the poems written by Your Majesty in the past. No, it seems that even if His Majesty didn't come to the study recently, he was secretly studying his homework and poems."

The little emperor smiled awkwardly and shook his head.

Qin Taifu was surprised: "Your Majesty, why is this? This Xuechun has done a good job, but His Majesty is still not satisfied."

Princess An Ning couldn't help but said directly: "What else can it be? It's because the emperor's brother saw the poem on my table, and naturally felt ashamed, so he behaved like this."

Qin Taifu raised his eyebrows, a little disdainful, and said in a calm voice: "Oh, although it is said that a woman is virtuous if she is ignorant, but the princess is a royal family after all, and she should know some poems and books. Unfortunately, the princess has been playing with knives in recent years. Great, I haven’t written down a few lines in the poem book, and I can’t make any good poems. It’s okay to have no talent, but humility is what you should have in life.”

Hearing this Qin Taifu swearing at Wen Jue's words, he secretly scolded himself.

An Ning couldn't help but lose her temper: "Teacher Qin, won't you take a look?"

"Hehe, so, let the old minister see what kind of poems the princess can make..."

Qin Taifu walked over, and really saw that the rice paper on Princess Anning's table was full of words.

He immediately picked it up and flipped through it, but when he saw the words on the rice paper, his eyes widened, and his eyes were full of shock.

"This is what you wrote!?"

Qin Taifu still couldn't believe it, and looked at Princess Anning.

Princess An Ning originally wanted to explain, but when she saw Taifu Qin's face, she snorted coldly: "I didn't write the one on the princess's table, who else could have written it!?"

"This……!"

Qin Taifu opened his mouth slightly, but he still couldn't believe it, although he really looked down on Princess An Ning.

However, as the Taifu and the dean of Yuzhang Academy, he has studied poetry and books for many years, and he thinks that he has been copying Yisheng's calligraphy handwriting, which can be regarded as entering the room, and he is quite proud on weekdays.

Even in Dali, there are quite a few readers who are famous for their calligraphy, and they have seen many good calligraphy.

But I have never seen such a vigorous pen and ink as on this rice paper.

It's in a class of its own!
Qin Taifu asked anxiously: "Princess An Ning, which calligrapher did you learn this word from?"

　I had a meal after work and ate a piece of fermented bean curd. This fermented bean curd was soaked in white wine. I couldn’t touch the wine, so I fell asleep directly... I woke up at 10 o’clock, and I was still groggy. I barely wrote this chapter , I can't hold it anymore, I have to go to sleep again, I'm sorry, I will make it up another day, and the poem written by the little emperor is my own thought, isn't it not bad!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)