But why does the lord insist on marrying

Chapter 229 Don't Let Me Down
It was her husband who got the award, Xia Ziyu's mood improved, but she didn't win the first place, and it was a pity that King Heng couldn't change his opinion of herself.But, Hengwang's, isn't it hers?
Xia Ziyu looked at Xia Ziyan proudly, but Xia Ziyan glanced at her lightly, and then moved her eyes to the pastries and fruits on the table.King Cang peeled the grapes and carefully held them up to her mouth. Xia Ziyan was stunned for a second, as if she didn't expect the dignified prince to do this, but a second later she opened her mouth and ate it.King Cang seemed to be interested, and peeled another one. Xia Ziyan ate it naturally without hesitation.The grapes in the palace are very sweet, Xia Ziyan squinted her eyes enjoying it, like a lazy cat, shedding the indifference all over her body.

Xia Ziyu was contemptuous in her heart, the princes are all doing big things, and they are concerned about the important affairs of the government and the changes in the situation.And look at King Cang, who is not favored and short-lived, but he even gave up on himself and lowered his figure to serve a woman.However, the sourness in her heart and the envy in her eyes could not deceive herself no matter what.Now she can't even get the most basic favor from King Heng, and it's all because of Xia Zimeng, that vixen, who dominates the prince every day and doesn't let go.However, the side concubine is the side concubine, and seeing such a good festival, she can't come to the palace to participate.

Xia Ziyu looked at Heng Wang beside him, but saw him looking in the direction of Cang Wang and Xia Ziyan with deep and slightly gloomy eyes, sipping the contents of the cup.

King Cang and Xia Ziyan were not affected by these two gazes at all, they still fed and ate, like an extremely fun game.

Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, God is very generous, the autumn is high and crisp, and a round moon hangs in the sky, overlooking the people who are celebrating happily on the earth.

The originally brightly lit imperial palace was coated with a layer of silvery white by the moonlight, making the night look so beautiful, as if the ugliness and beauty of the world had been washed away.

A group of palace ladies danced to the music, calling the moonlight, like fairies in the moon palace waving their long sleeves, soft and moving.Appreciating this beautiful moonlight, this elegant dance, and this beautiful music, people are not drunk, but their hearts are drunk.

After dancing, Nan Gongxi couldn't help drinking a few more glasses and laughed heartily: "Haha, today's festive season, I am very happy to see the house full of children. Such a beautiful scenery, there is no poem to enjoy. Everyone will take the moon as the theme and write a poem. Well, there is a reward!"

The big eunuch waved his hand, and immediately a group of young eunuchs knelt down beside the desk holding the Four Treasures of the Study.

Seeing the Four Treasures of the Study, Xia Ziyan held her forehead and felt a little headache.This ancient traditional Chinese character is a headache.Influenced by modern simplified characters, she tried to write traditional characters, but the result was either more or fewer strokes.It's barely enough to read.This brush calligraphy is even more troublesome. Without long-term writing practice, the writing is simply horrible, without any brush strength, let alone the smooth and smooth writing.

But today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and she didn't plan to appear.Always plagiarizing the creations of the ancients, although she will not be discovered, but she will also feel guilty.Besides, today should be the stage for the princes to show off, so she just watched quietly.

She wants to be quiet, but the truth will always be unsatisfactory.

Nangong Xiyu sighed earnestly: "I still remember Xia Ziyan's wonderful poems during the Hundred Flowers Festival and the imperial concubine's birthday party. I really look forward to Ziyan's more excellent poems today, don't let me down!"

Xia Ziyan responded with a stiff smile: "Your Majesty, those two times were just a fluke. Even the best poet needs inspiration, not to mention the courtier's daughter is not a poet. The courtier's daughter can only do her best."

Princess Changle's crisp voice sounded: "Zi Yan, don't feel pressured. It doesn't matter if you don't do well, Father is very approachable."

Is it easy to approach you...

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