romantic flower

() The afterglow of the setting sun is spread among the houses and buildings in the city, as if there are layers of beautiful ripples. People who have been busy all day have this sunset on their faces, and they start to pack their things and go home contentedly.A day's hard work always pays off more or less...

Some shops began to close, and the vegetable farmers who had been selling vegetables all day went to the butcher stall next door to cut some leftover cheap meat pieces and prepared to bring them home to their wives and children.Life, in the eyes of these people, is nothing more than that, selling vegetables for meat, selling what they cultivated for others to raise in captivity... selling blood and sweat for money.

The day passes and the night falls.There is beauty in the night, and of course there are people who make a living at night, just like a shift. The vegetable farmers go out of the city on the sunset, while the shops selling cooked snacks or lanterns are just getting ready to welcome customers for this day.. .<The supervisor of Wei, and then told some details, and almost everything was settled in the afternoon.At night, the palace gates will be locked to prevent entry and exit, so generally, no matter whether they are proud or frustrated ministers, they will start to leave the palace under the setting sun.

Only Song Yi was left helpless by Zhao Kuangyin.

The event was intriguing enough to once again astonish those in the Imperial Garden who were fortunate enough to be involved.

In the imperial study room, Song Yi slightly nervously stood opposite to the desk in front of Zhao Kuangyin.

Zhao Kuangyin sneered and spread out the piece of paper, reflecting the bright light, Song Yi saw clearly that the piece of paper on the table was indeed written by himself.

"Tell me, which woman was this word written for? How did it fall into the hands of my daughter?" Zhao Kuangyin asked coldly.

Song Yi was even more nervous, and replied with a solemn expression, "Returning to the Holy One, this poem was just obtained by accident, and it was not written for anyone! As for falling into the hands of the little princess, this...is actually the little princess Take it from Xiaomin's room, the Seventh Prince can testify!"

Zhao Kuangyin said blankly, "It's a serious crime to deceive the emperor! Are you really sure about this word?"

For which woman was it written?Don't regret what you said..."

Song Yi hesitated for a moment, and finally replied, "It's really not written for women..."

"Hmph...then I won't pursue this word. Let me ask you, are you deliberately hiding your clumsiness in the imperial garden today?"

"I'm really clumsy..." Song Yi said with a helpless smile.

Zhao Kuangyin reached out and picked up the jade ax in his hand, sneered and tapped on the book case and said, "Are you really clumsy? Then this first time was already made in Datianlong Temple, why did it have to be taken out now? And it was made My princess stood up for you... Song Yi! You are so brave... Are you really clumsy?"

Listening to Zhao Kuangyin's sneering voice and the jade ax knocking on his heart, Song Yi broke into a cold sweat.Although he felt that Zhao Kuangyin didn't look like a fool, but if he accidentally threw the jade ax out, how could he reason?

In order to keep Zhao Kuangyin from getting emotional, Song Yi had no choice but to quickly say with a smile on his face, "Shang Shang Ming Jian... The way of poetry is all about inspiration. In fact, I lost once at Datianlong Temple that day, and this poem was published later. Datianlong Temple had an idea... Today in the imperial garden, Song Yi really couldn't think of..."

"According to you? You didn't have inspiration in Datianlong Temple, but when you walked into the market, you suddenly had an idea... And today you don't have inspiration in my imperial garden? Maybe one day you will suddenly be in someone else's vegetable garden. Write a good poem?" Zhao Kuang asked with a frown.

Song Yi swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva, and replied in an unnatural voice, "It stands to reason...it might be so..."

Zhao Kuangyin sneered and lightly threw the jade ax back to the desk, then stared at Song Yi and said, "I don't think you are really clumsy...According to what you said, if I make things difficult for you, wouldn't it be unreasonable? "

"Xiaomin dare not!" Song Yi replied loudly.

"I don't have a colorful phoenix and two flying wings... I have a good heart... Well! Even I can taste this word, it is really wonderful, it is better than that of Zhou Bangyan! You boy makes people laugh and cry... you But knowing that you embarrass me in public, did I wish I could throw an ax at you?" Zhao Kuangyin said with a light smile.

"Little people don't know..."

"Speaking of which, I was a little surprised. Everyone wants to show off their strengths when it comes to appreciating flowers today. Why is it that you seem to be hiding at the back of the crowd and dare not look up! What is going on in your mind? What? Don't you know that if you really got the fame, those people may all be your immediate superiors... You are really clumsy at this point ...Stupid!" Zhao Kuangyin said with that expression of hating iron but not steel.

Song Yi smiled wryly and said, "Your Majesty, Xiaomin said it before...I'm really stupid, I'm afraid I won't be able to walk the path of fame and official career..."

Zhao Kuangyin raised his eyebrows suddenly, sharp as a sword.It wasn't until this moment that he suddenly realized that Song Yi had no intention of becoming an official!In other words... If you explain it this way, you can understand why he doesn't appreciate it in front of everyone but hides at the end!

Thinking about this reason, even Zhao Kuangyin himself was a little surprised.There are hermits who don't like fame and fame in this world, but I haven't seen that kind of person for many years. Few people really look down on fame and fortune, but they are just some crazy people who have been hit by reality.

And Song Yi's expression suddenly made Zhao Kuangyin frown!

"So, you don't want to be an official? That means you don't want to serve the country anymore?" Zhao Kuangyin's voice suddenly became indifferent and majestic, and his hand suddenly grabbed the small jade ax and started playing with it again... .

This time, Song Yi was really sweating. Cold sweat broke out from his forehead, and it slid down on the precious floor of the Imperial Study Room with a thud.

"Of course Xiaomin doesn't dare to think so... The way to be an official is deep and far away. I think it is far from this material. I am afraid that it will tarnish the officialdom and harm the country... Moreover, Xiaomin thinks that even if Song Yi really can't If you get fame, Song Yi can still serve the country in other ways!" Song Yizhan replied silently, sweating more and more, because the strong sense of oppression emanating from Zhao Kuangyin made him feel panic and uneasy .

He believed that if he didn't answer well this time, maybe that jade ax really wasn't so pretty!

Zhao Kuangyin played with the jade ax in his hand, and looked straight at Song Yi with cold eyes, as if he wanted to see through his exterior to see his inner thoughts clearly.And Song Yi also seemed to have really noticed Zhao Kuangyin, as if he could see his thoughts!

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