The only pet cute concubine: the dragon king is domineering and hooking

Chapter 65 Poetry, Don't Faint Again
It's a pity that no matter how good the temperament is, he is also ugly and cannot enter their royal family.

And today, she will have her own destination, and her whole life will be... doomed today.

Concubine Lan Gui slowly retracted her gaze, with a slight smile on the corners of her lips, and followed the emperor who was walking in front, stepping up her steps gracefully.

The queen and the prince noticed the gaze cast by the emperor and concubine Lan Gui on Lan Yaoyao, they frowned slightly, and couldn't help turning their eyes slightly, looking towards Lan Yaoyao.

When they saw Lan Yaoyao's elegant and unique temperament, the two of them couldn't help but were secretly startled.

The woman sitting next to Lan Nishang, wearing a water-blue palace dress and a veil of the same color, is definitely the Lan Yaoyao.

But Lan Yaoyao, they thought that when they saw her today, she would be vulgar and unattractive, but they didn't expect that what they saw now, she was elegant and refined, with a different appearance.

Secretly staring at the blue Yaoyao once or twice, the empress and the prince were both unstoppable, and a trace of surprise flashed across their faces.

The crown prince tilted his head slightly, glanced at Xue Zichen quickly, and suddenly understood in his heart why his uncle... got close to Lan Yaoyao, and why he had... some involvement with Lan Yaoyao.

The prince's lips curled up imperceptibly, his eyes turned, and he cast another glance at Ye Yunzhe. In his deep and cold eyes, a deep smile flashed very quickly...

After the emperor, empress, Concubine Lan, and the prince were all seated, today's banquet was officially started.

Lan Yaoyao raised her eyes slightly, and quietly looked at the high-ranking emperor, empress, Concubine Lan, and the prince. She frowned slightly, and a thought flashed between her brows.

Although she lowered her head slightly and saluted them just now, she could feel that just now... all of them had their eyes on her.

And for the emperor and Concubine Lan Gui, she could faintly feel that their eyes seemed a little unfriendly, and seemed to have some deep meaning.

She lowered her head slowly, thought for a while, then stretched out her white and tender jade fingers, and played with them casually. On the table in front of her was an extremely exquisite wine glass filled with wine.

Yao Menglian looked at Lan Yaoyao's actions and sneered in her heart, hmph, Lan Yaoyao, as long as you get drunk today, if you drink a little, then you... will completely ruin your life at this banquet, I can't go back again...Lan Guogong's mansion!
Yao Menglian had a dark and cold smile on her face, waiting for the moment when Lan Yaoyao drank the wine...

A beautiful song and dance at the beginning of the banquet came to an end. Cao Mengsheng, the prime minister on the right, stood up suddenly, bowed his head towards the emperor, and said, "Your Majesty, a few days ago, this old minister came across an authentic painting of Happy and Loose People. This old minister knows that your majesty I love the paintings of the Happy Sanren, so this old minister brought this authentic work of the Happy Sanren into the palace today and presented it to the emperor."

Free and unrestrained people?The authentic work of Happy Sanren?
When everyone heard Cao Mengsheng's words, they immediately turned to look at Cao Mengsheng.

Xiaoyao Sanren is a famous master of painting who is unique in the world and has a first-class painting level.

For these people, even if they want to see the paintings of Xiaoyao Sanren, it is more difficult than climbing to the sky, not to mention, to get an authentic painting of Xiaoyao Sanren, they can have something.

Quite a few people looked at Cao Mengsheng with a hint of jealousy, a hint of envy, and a hint of... hatred.

They hated themselves, why didn't they get the authentic works of Xiaoyao Sanren, they were able to present the authentic works...to the emperor, to win the emperor's favor.

The emperor's elite eyes flickered slightly, and there was a gleam of light in his eyes. He looked at Cao Mengsheng and said, "Did the right minister actually get an authentic painting of the Happy Sanren? Hurry up and present the authentic painting of the Happy Sanren."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Cao Mengsheng responded respectfully to the Emperor, and then handed over a painting he had brought to an eunuch who walked in front of him, and the eunuch presented the painting to the emperor.

The emperor reached out to take the painting handed to him by the eunuch, looked at the painting carefully, and said loudly: "It is indeed the handwriting of Xiaoyao Sanren, this painting is indeed painted by Xiaoyao Sanren himself."

There was a faint smile on the emperor's face, and it was obvious that the emperor should be a little happy at this moment.

Both the empress and Concubine Lan leaned their heads together and looked at the painting in the hands of the emperor. Both of them had admiring smiles on their faces. They praised the painting one sentence at a time, saying: "It is indeed the handwriting of Xiaoyao Sanren, This painting is really exquisite, beyond the painting."

"Yes, yes, such a good painting, I am afraid that no one in the world can paint it again."

The compliments from the empress and concubine Lan made the smile on the emperor's face even deeper.

However, after the emperor stared at the painting in front of him for a few more times, he suddenly frowned, and said with some regret: "This painting is wonderful, but... it seems to be lacking in something."

If something is added, the painting will be considered perfect.

Concubine Lan Gui frowned. She glanced at the painting on the emperor's hand again, raised her eyes quietly, looked at the emperor's expression, and said tentatively: "Your Majesty, I feel that if this painting matches If the last poem corresponds to the scene in the painting, then this painting may...be more complete."

What Concubine Lan Gui wanted to say was exactly what the Empress wanted to say. The Empress glared at Concubine Lan Gui secretly, but she didn't expect this bitch to say her words first, it's really abominable.

The queen looked up at the emperor, and was about to add a few sentences. Unexpectedly, the emperor suddenly turned to look at Concubine Lan Gui, and said with a smile: "My concubine understands my thoughts. , I should add another poem that fits the occasion, which will be more complete."

After all, the emperor ordered the eunuch to hang the painting aside so that everyone present could see it.

He glanced at the crowd with his deep eyes, and said loudly: "If someone present can add a corresponding poem to this painting, then I will be rewarded a lot!"

Writing a poem for the emperor's favorite painting, then this reward must not be light.

but……

If the poems he made were not beautiful enough to satisfy the emperor, then he would surely offend the emperor and make him displeased.

Everyone looked at you and me for a while, but no one was willing to stand up and write a poem for that exquisite painting.

"The second lady of the Duke of Lan's mansion is a famous talented woman in our capital. How about asking the second lady of the Duke of Lan's mansion to write a poem for that painting."

Rong Hailan suddenly raised her head and looked in the direction of Lan Nishang, her clear and melodious voice sounded in the hall.

When everyone heard the words, their eyes turned suddenly, and they looked towards Lan Nishang, and many people followed suit, saying: "Yes, yes, the second lady of the Duke of Lan's mansion is a talented woman with outstanding talents, Lan Nishang, Second Miss, you can definitely write a wonderful poem for that painting."

"Miss Lan Er, please write a poem for that painting, we all believe in you, we all believe in you very much..."

Lan Nishang raised her head and looked at the people in the hall. She shook the hands in her sleeves slightly, her delicate and beautiful crescent eyebrows twisted imperceptibly.

Lan Yaoyao glanced sideways at Lan Nishang, smiled secretly, and said softly: "Sister, since everyone trusts you so much, why don't you hurry up and compose a poem that matches that painting?"

Without waiting for Lan Nishang to answer, she deliberately raised her voice slightly, and said again: "Sister, it's just a poem, I believe it is not a difficult thing for you, you must never faint again Already."

(End of this chapter)