My concubines are talents

Chapter 13 Don't Your Back Pain?
Just as Hu Lu was about to perform the guiding action, Yu Zhiyu's pillow moved, and he saw something was pressing under it.

He pulled it out directly, and saw the four characters "Fu Shou Poetry Collection" written on it.

Seeing this scene, Poppy became flustered, and wanted to snatch the poetry collection but didn't dare, shrinking her body like a quail.

Hu Lu asked strangely, "What kind of expression do you have, it's not shameful to be my poetry fan."

As he spoke, he opened the collection of poems, and the first one was "Ode to the Goose" he wrote when he was three years old.

It's just that besides the full text of this poem, in the surrounding blank space, you can also see——

"Ok?"

You can also see a group of dumb geese?

This set of Fushou 20-year collection limited edition "Fushou Poetry Collection" Hu Lu also has a collection, why doesn't he remember that there are illustrations?

Turning to the next page of "Compassion for Farmers", there are even illustrations, and they are perfectly integrated with the book paper and poems. If you haven't seen the original version, you may think that this is the original version.

Hu Lu continued to flip through, but there was no accompanying picture. Considering that this edition has just been released, it is estimated that there is no time to draw it.

Seeing Hu Lu glance at himself from time to time, Yu Zhiyu simply knelt on the bed, pouted his buttocks, and buried his head under the quilt, "Please forgive me, Your Majesty, I shouldn't have scribbled on your great book, I was wrong!"

It turned out that she was worried about this. Hu Lu looked at her graceful curves lying on the bed, of course he forgave her.

"Get up," Hu Lu helped the little girl up, "As expected of the closed-door daughter of Yu Bozai of the Lingnan School of Painting, she is really a tiger father without a dog girl. I think my collection of poems is too monotonous, and I will order you to do it for me." A set of illustrations will be drawn for the following poems, and they will be published together when the next book is published."

"Ah?" Yu Zhiyu was a little surprised that His Majesty was not angry, and seemed to like his paintings quite a bit!

"By the way, do you have pen and ink?" Hu Lu asked her.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Yu Zhiyu has always liked to play with his pen and ink, and he can find pens and ink for the emperor without getting out of bed, no wonder Hu Laosan painted a beard on his face.

Hu Lu wrote in the blank space of the last page of this collection of poems, "Wang Yue—How about Dai Zongfu? Ling Jueding, you can see all the small mountains at a glance."

Yu Zhiyu excitedly said, "This, this, this is His Majesty's new poem!?"

Hu Lu, "I got it by chance when I was enshrining Zen in Mount Tai a month ago, and it was only circulated in a small area."

"Good poetry, it will be the top of the mountain, and you can see all the small mountains!" Yu Zhiyu said with emotion, "Although I haven't reached Mount Tai, I already have a picture in my mind!"

Hu Lu touched it, how can it be?

Yu Meiren shyly held up the collection of poems and put them in front of her chest, talking about him from left to right, "Let me just say, His Majesty will definitely write poetry, and I strongly opposed His Majesty's withdrawal from the poetry world."

"When did I say that I would quit the poetry world? It's just that I have been busy with government affairs in the past two years and have no intention of reciting poems and lyrics." Hu Lu's palm turned into a finger, and tapped her forehead.

After dressing and washing, Hu Lu took the poppies to the table for dinner, and continued with you and me.

This is probably love.

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After returning to the Hall of Four Elephants, Hu Lu realized that Yu Zhiyu liked painting so much, so he took out a few books from a hidden compartment in the bookshelf, picked and picked one and gave it to Heart, and ordered her to give it to Yu Zhiyu. The beauty sent it over.

This is a picture book with rich scenes and diverse knowledge, but simple characters. Most of the time, there are only two people. It is called "The Thing in the Room".

The calligraphy and painting are exquisite, not to mention the vivid details, and it can also help Yu Zhiyu supplement some knowledge about the house that she lacks so much, so she probably won't pinch her neck again when they meet next time.

She should know where to pinch.

As soon as the hearts left, the spades came in, holding a wooden box in their hands.

Just as Hu Lu was about to ask, he suddenly stood up. He knew that his courier had arrived!
"But He Kun sent it from Mount Tai?" Hu Lu asked excitedly.

"Exactly," Spades put the beautifully crafted wooden box in front of Hu Lu, "it has been checked."

Hu Lu ordered her to bring a wet towel, cleaned her hands, and then solemnly opened it.

"Fairy Taishan, I don't know what kind of surprise you have left for me~"

Opening the lid of the box, Hu Lu's smile froze.

In front of him was a pair of beautifully embroidered shoes, but with a curved upper and a long wooden block nailed to the heel.

This, this doesn't seem to have any fairy spirit at all, but it looks a bit like high heels.

No, this shit is high heels!

It's just based on embroidered shoes, and the workmanship is very rough, but the concept of high heels is used.

In order to verify his idea, Hu Lu asked Spade to put the shoes on.

"Ah?" Spade was a little apprehensive, "Your Majesty, this is something from the fairy family..."

"If you want to change it, you can change it. If you change it, take two steps."

Spade took the lead, but after changing it, not only could it not fly, but it felt like it couldn't even walk. It almost fell down several times, and it walked crookedly.

"Your Majesty, the items of the Immortal Family are really extraordinary. Is this what the Immortals use to practice?" She asked.

Hu Lu rubbed his chin, looking at Spade's waist and hip curve, he couldn't be wrong, the king of heaven is here, and these are also high heels!

And it's still ten centimeters high!
Is this thing really belonged to Fairy Taishan?

Imagine Taishan Fairy wearing high heels on her long legs, Hu Lu thinks it seems reasonable.

Perhaps this is the latest fashion trend in the cultivation world. I have seen many ancient fairy-tale animations in my previous life, and the female characters in them also wear high heels.

It’s just that the workmanship is too rough, and Hu Lu couldn’t bear it, “Cao Shaojian of the Shaofu, I want to make some gadgets. It’s still the old rule. I will provide the drawings and he will do the work.”

So Emperor Fushou put the state affairs aside and started designing high-heeled shoes.

It is reasonable for a person with a high IQ who has been lying in a hospital bed for many years in his previous life to know some design foundations that are not worth mentioning.

On one side, he is writing and drawing blueprints. On the other side, Yu Meiren from Chuxiu Palace also placed a small table on the bed. What she is drawing is the frontier fortress of Emperor Fushou "The desert is solitary, the long river is full of sun." Poems.

Imagining that scene, the little girl suddenly felt a heroic feeling in her heart. At the same time, she sighed in her heart, how can her husband be so talented, whether it is graceful or heroic, he can play well.

Xu Shi was too focused on the painting, Xiao Guoer, the concubine Xian, stood beside her and watched for a long time, but she didn't notice it.

Until Xiao Guoer asked, "You are drawing a big cake, right?"

"What kind of cake, this is obviously falling..."

Just as Yu Zhiyu was about to explain, she suddenly realized that it was Empress Xian who was asking the question, so she hurriedly stood up and saluted the Lord of the Eastern Palace.

"Sister, don't be too polite." Xiao Guo'er sat down amiably and hugged Yu Zhiyu, "Your Majesty must have flipped your brand last night."

Yu Zhiyu nodded shyly.

"Then have you ever had a backache today?"

Yu Zhiyu shook his head, "No, it's just, it's just that my feet hurt."

"Why do feet hurt?" Xiao Guo'er was deep in thought, what posture would hurt feet?
Yu Zhiyu finally couldn't take it anymore, "Ma'am, you, you've crushed my feet~~"

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