Emperor of the Red Chamber

Chapter 89 Brother Shi will not be the Emperor of Poetry

Although Concubine Du is only thirty-three years old this year, she has been following Emperor Chengtai for twenty years.

Emperor Chengtai was fond of her, but after he ascended the throne, Emperor Chengtai was too diligent and selected a group of young concubines, so that Emperor Chengtai only used her brand not many times, maybe two or three times a month.

She cherished every time Emperor Chengtai turned over her sign.

But in her heart, Emperor Chengtai was not as important as her son Qingsong.

Emperor Chengtai still only has four sons alive today, Qingzhe, Qingbai, Qingsong and Qingshu.

Due to special circumstances, after Emperor Chengtai ascended the throne, he allowed the two underage princes Qingsong and Qingshu to pay their respects to their respective biological mothers every day.

Qingsong usually goes to school in the early morning every day, has an hour to eat and rest at noon, and doesn't finish school until the evening, so he usually greets Concubine Du after school in the evening.

Such is the case today.

At this time, Yuan Qingsong came to the south window. He was fourteen years old this year. In this era, he was no longer young. At the age of fourteen, he had a good appearance and figure.

Concubine Du Guifei and Yuan Qingsong looked at each other through the window.

Concubine Du Guifei stopped her joy and deliberately said with a serious face: "It's raining, why didn't you hold an umbrella? What should I do if I get sick from stranguria?"

Yuan Qingsong said: "It didn't rain before we came here, but it suddenly started raining when we walked on the road."

Concubine Du nodded: "Come in quickly."

Yuan Qingsong walked into the room with clattering footsteps.

Concubine Du got off the kang and personally took a dry towel to wipe her son's face, head and clothes.

Then, Concubine Du asked the palace ladies Jiyun and Jieyue to place some fine edible things and rare fruits, and asked her son Qingsong to eat them while talking to her.

Concubine Du Guifei stared at Qingsong who was eating and asked, "What have you learned today? Has anything interesting happened?"

Concubine Du Guifei asked this question almost every day, and she never got tired of it.

Yuan Qingsong was used to it. He leaned up and twisted his upper body, then briefly talked about what he had learned today, and then couldn't help but ask: "Have you heard about the second brother today?"

According to the rules of the Zhou royal family, Yuan Qingsong could only call Queen He "Queen Mother", and he could address his biological mother, Concubine Du Guifei, as "Mother".

The title "mother concubine" is used in writing but not verbally.

Concubine Du asked, "Do you also know about this?"

Yuan Qingsong said: "I heard that the second brother entered the palace today and made trouble in the Yuqing Palace of the third brother. The father found out and kicked him out."

Concubine Du became serious and said solemnly: "Don't talk too much about this matter. Talking too much will be bad for you."

Yuan Qingsong grinned silently: "Mom, don't worry, my son will not be so confused. He is just talking to you, not gossiping with others."

Concubine Du Gui was pleased, thinking that my son is only fourteen years old, and he is already a somewhat steady and steady man. In terms of talent and character, he has some of Qing Bai's demeanor when he was fourteen years old.

Alas, how can one be bright when one is born with beauty!
Since I gave birth to a son like Qingsong, why did I still have a son named Qingbai?

Without Qingbai, my son Qingsong would have been the next emperor!

At this time, Yuan Qingsong leaned back and twisted his upper body again.

Concubine Du asked: "Qingsong, are you feeling unwell?"

Yuan Qingsong said with emotion: "Today I practiced martial arts for longer than usual, and I worked hard, so I feel a little sore and swollen right now."

Concubine Du immediately summoned Ji Yun and Ji Yue: "You two come and give him a squeeze."

Ji Yun and Ji Yue respectfully accepted the order, one on the left and one on the right, one pinching Yuan Qingsong's shoulders and the other beating Yuan Qingsong's back.

Yuan Qingsong felt proud.

He did it on purpose.

He fell in love with his mother's maid, Yiyue, who was only three years older than him. She was as beautiful as Yuan Qingbai's Lingxue.

He has reached the age where he has thoughts about beauty, and his thoughts are not young.

In fact, he envied his third brother Qingbai for having such a beautiful princess and concubine, but he only envied him secretly in his heart.

Yuan Qingsong continued to talk to Concubine Du while enjoying the massage. After a while, Concubine Du said: "It's time for you to go back."

Although Emperor Chengtai allowed Qingsong and Qingshu to pay respects to their biological mothers every day, he asked that they could only stay for a short time.

After all, Qingsong and Qingshu were both too young to stay in Emperor Chengtai's harem for too long.

Yuan Qingsong stood up and glanced at the palace maid Ji Yue. He was reluctant to leave and had to leave.

Of course, Concubine Du would not forget to let him hold an umbrella.

"Well, next year I will be able to have someone in my house. Then I will ask my mother to give me the moon."

Yuan Qingsong returned to his residence while thinking.

His residence is the second of the five Qianxi houses.

This is where Yuan Qingbai lived in the palace before moving into Yuqing Palace.

It was Emperor Chengtai who specially let Yuan Qingsong live in this house.

Returning to the second of the Five Qianxi Schools, Yuan Qingsong had a quick dinner and then went into the study. However, he did not read immediately. Instead, he soaked his pen in the ink and wrote a poem while thinking:
"Send to the Moon"

Beauty is like jade, more beautiful than flowers, looking forward to shining brightly in the blue sky.

The autumn water is full of smiles, and the red makeup is even more enchanting.

He was expressing his love for the palace maid Jieyue.

One song wasn’t enough, so here’s another one:
"Send to the Moon"

The beautiful maid stood shyly in the jade hall, using a small fan to cover up her red makeup.

Her eyebrows are like the crescent moon, her eyes are like water, and her smile is like a flower reflecting the sunlight.

After writing these two poems, Yuan Qingsong looked out the window. It was still raining outside the window, but it was raining less. The previous heavy rain turned into light rain.

After admiring the light rain for a while, Yuan Qingsong was inspired again and wrote a poem with wet ink:
"rain"

The spring rain falls all over the sky, and there are beaded curtains under the eaves.

The sound of bamboo leaves is crisp, and tears fall on my face.

Including this one, Yuan Qingsong has written three poems, but he still feels that it is not enough.

Yuan Qingsong pondered for a while, but for a while he didn't know what to write.

Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he wrote a poem with pen and ink:

Piece after piece,
Two pieces, three pieces, four or five pieces.

Six pieces, seven pieces, eight or nine pieces,
Flew into the reeds and disappeared.

Yuan Qingsong likes "Flying Snow" written by Yuan Qingbai when he was a boy. He thinks this poem is really good. Why can't I write such a good poem? Alas, the second brother is so talented!

At this time, Yuan Qingsong opened a book box, which contained several seals.

He chose a seal and stamped it on all three original poems except "Flying Snow".

After thinking for a while, I also stamped the seal on the poem "Flying Snow".

Then he hid the three poem manuscripts except "Flying Snow" in a bookcase.

I saw that there were many poem manuscripts in this bookcase, hundreds of them, all poems written by him.

Standing in front of the bookcase and looking at so many poems, I feel so accomplished!
"I'm only fourteen years old. I will write tens of thousands of poems in my life, oh no, tens of thousands of poems!"

Yuan Qingsong had such a heroic ambition in his heart.

In fact, Yuan Qingbai already knew that his fourth brother was obsessed with writing poetry.

Yuan Qingbai still sighed in his heart: "With my existence, this poetry brother will no longer be the poetry emperor!"

(End of this chapter)