Don't abuse the prince, the princess has remarried

Chapter 363 Little girl, all greedy for cold

The Empress Dowager frowned and looked at Hongmao.

The Red Sister came over and replied in a low voice, "Princess Xiujing said that she drank too much iced bayberry juice and was a little upset, so she went down to change clothes."

The Empress Dowager scolded, "Why is this child so unscrupulous?"

The Red Sister softly comforted, "The weather is too hot, little girl, you are greedy for cold."

"Well, let people watch you."

Red Nanny nodded, "Don't worry, the Empress Dowager."

Princess Xiujing was away, and the Empress Dowager wanted to investigate Gao Shilang, so she left him by her side to talk.

A group of princes and brothers saw that the empress dowager had chosen Gao Shilang, and kept him by his side. It was clearly the rhythm of being photographed, and they couldn't even get excited about the competition for a while.

The emperor was in a good mood today, and laughed loudly, "Dayan Haoerlang, of course he wants to have both civil and military skills. Since the martial arts competition has been tried, then the literature and art competition must also be compared."

The queen on the side smiled and said, "Your Majesty is right. Wen Neng can write to secure the world, and Wu Neng can ride the horse to determine the world. This is the case for a good boy."

Sitting beside the emperor all the time, concubine Rong Guifei, who was bored playing with her bright red and long fingertips, smiled coquettishly, trembling with jewels and emeralds, and said in surprise, "Oh, the empress has been banned for three months, she seems to be a hard worker. After practicing hard, my literary talent is so good that I can speak well!"

The queen's pretty face turned tense when she heard this, and she said coldly, "Rongyin, if you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb!"

Concubine Rong looked at the emperor, and said coquettishly, "Your majesty, look, are the concubines not even qualified to speak?"

The emperor glanced at the queen, his face was gloomy and obviously displeased.

The queen quickly lowered her eyes, gnashed her teeth in anger, and almost tore off the handkerchief in her hand.

Rong Yin, this little bitch, let's see how long she can be proud!
The Empress Dowager seemed not to have seen the fight between the Empress and Concubine Rong, and said with a faint smile, "The emperor is right, Dayan Haoerlang, who has both civil and military skills, will take advantage of today's gathering, then let's compete in literature and art, the emperor What do you think is better?"

The emperor smiled and said, "Poems and songs are eclectic, they just do what they are good at."

The Empress Dowager laughed and said, "It's very good, so as not to unify the form, but limit their performance."

Eunuch Sheng immediately handed down the decree, asking them to be eclectic and only choose poems, lyrics, or fus that they are good at.

A group of young masters originally thought they had lost their chance, and they were downcast. They heard it more than words, and they were beaten again for a while, and their fighting spirit became high.

Or thinking hard, or pacing back and forth, or searching the guts, all wishing to show their life skills, so as to make a blockbuster, fly on the branches and become a phoenix.

The competition on the school grounds is in full swing, while in the palace far away, Princess Xiujing changed clothes with her personal servant girl, took off the pearls from her head, and became an ordinary servant girl. The trace left the palace here.

Avoiding people, he ran all the way to the back mountain, and rushed to a osmanthus forest in the back mountain.

A gust of wind blew, and the flowers fluttered down one after another, enveloping her head and face.

But she didn't care about it at all, stepped on the flowers all over the ground, walked in with one foot deep and one foot shallow, looked up and looked around, her breathing was short, and her eyes were burning.

After walking for a while, I saw a man in red lying crookedly on an osmanthus tree in front of him. The man's profile was like jade, holding a jug of wine in his hand, taking a sip from time to time, wanton and free and easy.

The ocean full of eyes is like snow, and he is dressed in red like fire, more beautiful than the March peach blossoms on the branch.

(End of this chapter)