Peerless pastoral little green plum

Chapter 777 Party
Pei Baoshan only tasted a few mouthfuls and stopped eating. At this time, the Minister of the Ministry of Finance sitting next to him chatted with him, and he chatted a few words.

Just at this time, a maid from the palace came over to greet Yao Huahua, and said, "Madam Pei, the imperial concubine, please go and sit down for a while."

Yao Huahua turned around and asked Pei Baoshan's opinion with his eyes. Pei Baoshan nodded and motioned for her to go over.

Yao Huahua also passed away.

At this stage, basically the emperor chatted with the ministers, and the concubines chatted with the female relatives of various prefectures.

As soon as Yao Huahua passed by, she became the focus of all the concubines, and everyone looked at her.

The imperial concubine who summoned her was a little surprised: "I didn't see it clearly just now, but now I see it clearly. It turns out that Mrs. Pei is so young, she looks only fifteen or sixteen years old?"

Yao Huahua saluted first, and then said generously: "Go back to the imperial concubine, my concubine has just turned sixteen this year."

"Well, not bad, not bad, young and capable, you can enjoy the moon with us tonight, we are all women, we won't bully you," the noble concubine saw that Yao Huahua was young and looked clever, so she said He didn't embarrass her, gave her a seat, gave her moon cakes, and then continued to enjoy the moon.

The concubines are nominally admiring the moon, but in fact it is a contest in secret. As soon as they come, they show off their literary talent, and the imperial concubine started first: "Taking advantage of the moonlight tonight, why don't we sisters want to sing a song with each other?" How about a poem about the moon?"

As soon as the imperial concubine spoke, everyone happily agreed.

The concubines are all from the official family background, so naturally they have read poetry and books since they were young, and reciting poems is not a problem.

But later that Concubine Yi came again. As soon as Concubine Yi came, she booed and said, "It turns out that my sisters are all reciting poems. Alas, this happens every year. Aren't the sisters getting tired of it? How about writing poems this year? Everyone Everyone think of a song and see who can do it better?"

As soon as Concubine Yi opened her mouth, all the concubines immediately joined in, showing off their talents.

However, Concubine Ke Yi looked at Yao Huahua first: "Mrs. Yao, why don't you come first? I've heard that you are virtuous and decent, and you are highly appreciated by the emperor. You must have read poetry and wrote a poem from time to time." Don't worry about it?"

Concubine Yi said at the beginning that Yao Huahua didn't know a single character, and now she asked Yao Huahua to compose poems, obviously trying to make things difficult for her, but all the concubines were also happy to watch the fun, no one stopped her.

Yao Huahua took a look at Yibi first, and felt that this woman had a seductive face and a sharp chin. At first glance, she was the type not to be trifled with, and even thought she was provocative.

She straightened her face, and said: "Your Majesty loves you. She was born as a courtier's wife and peasant girl, and she hasn't read enough poetry and books."

"Oh? I thought you had read a lot of books, but do you know what poetry is?" Yipin asked again.

Simply deceiving!
Yao Huahua smiled, and then replied: "Although my wife hasn't read many books, it's still hard for me to compose poems. If ladies don't dislike it, then my wife can write a poem."

She thought for a while, and suddenly thought of a certain poem she had memorized in her previous life.

It was Nalan Xingde's poem, which was sad and sentimental. She felt sad when she read it, so she copied it down, and then memorized it after reading it a few times.

Anyway, this is a superficial era, no one knows about Nalan Xingde.

She sorted out her emotions, and then chanted sadly: "Mingyue should laugh at me affectionately, laugh at me now, live up to her heart, and sing alone. Recently, I am afraid to talk about the events at that time, so I tie up the blue lapel. The moon is shallow and the light is deep. In the dream Where does the cloud go..."

(End of this chapter)