The sturdy favorite concubine: the remnant king is coming to the bowl

Chapter 64 Teasing, You Won't Regret It

"Tonight's dinner is for King Xuan. I feel that singing and dancing is too boring. Why don't I ask you to write a poem? If you recite poems correctly, whoever sings well? I will give you a lot of rewards."

Hearing this, Feng Qianya narrowed her almond eyes, seeing that it was Concubine Yang Gui who was speaking, she lightly pursed her lips, and wrote a poem?This is more boring than watching a song and dance.

Yu hand covered her mouth and let out a big yawn, Feng Qianya propped up her small head with one hand, squinted her eyes and pretended to sleep, the bright light reflected on her beautiful face, adding a bit of charm to her, making her She is even more beautiful, and she is like a pleasing picture when she is sleeping at the moment.

Sitting opposite her, Xun Wang Xuanyuan Yihong kept his eyes on her beautiful face, his star-like eyes were full of anger and strong interest that couldn't be concealed.

His big white hands tightly held the white jade cup in his hands, a gleam flashed in his pupils, and his eyes became evil. One day, he would make Feng Qianya submit to him.

The concubine Yu side next to him saw his evil gaze keep on Feng Qianya's body, she tightened the brocade handkerchief in her hand in resentment, the last time in the palace of Shengqing, Feng Qianya caused her to make a fool of herself , she hated her to the bone.

Xuanyuan Mochen saw that Xuanyuan Yihong's gaze had been fixed on Feng Qianya's body. His handsome face was covered with thousands of years of frost, and he was extremely cold and charming.

He glanced sideways at Feng Qianya, seeing that she was actually asleep, his coquettish phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and a strange color flashed across the light brown pupils, and then he couldn't find the edge, and the corners of his lips moved almost imperceptibly Now, she actually slept at the dinner party?
Sure enough, there was nothing that Feng Qianya couldn't do.

Concubine Yang looked at Feng Qianya, who was dozing off, with a cruel look, and said, "I have come up with a question, and I will use "spring" in the four seasons as the theme. Who will come first?"

"Mother Concubine, Yu'er comes first." Concubine Yu said with a proud face, she stood up, her red lips parted slightly, "Chunhui opens Ziyuan, Shujing Meilan Field."

"Chunhui opened Ziyuan, Shujing Meilanchang, good poems, appreciate it." Yang Guifei smiled and looked at Yufangfei, and said loudly.

"Concubine Xie." Consort Yu saluted with a smile on her face, looked provocatively at Feng Qianya who was dozing off, and said with a teasing voice: "Princess Shengqing is so elegant, she actually slept at the dinner party? If Princess Qing feels bored, why not write a poem to cheer her up?"

As soon as Concubine Yu's side said this, many people turned their attention to Feng Qianya who was dozing off.

Concubine Yang took this opportunity and said smoothly: "Princess Shengqing is the daughter of Prime Minister Zuo, so she must be very knowledgeable. Composing this poem should not be difficult for Princess Shengqing!"

Hearing the words of Concubine Yang and Concubine Yu, Feng Qianya's slender green feathers trembled slightly, like a butterfly about to fly, she slowly opened her bewitching apricot eyes, and glanced at the provocative Concubine Yu with a faint look. and Yang Guifei.

"Do you really want to listen to my poems? You won't regret it?" Feng Qianya raised her eyebrows and said, the smile on her lips was like blue waves, and there was a sly light in her obsidian-like eyes, a hint of teasing The color was hidden deep in the bottom of her eyes.

Concubine Yang saw that Feng Qianya was smiling very strangely. She maintained her dignified demeanor as a noble concubine, and said with a smirk: "Princess Shengqing is very knowledgeable, and the poems she made must be excellent poems. The poem also entertained the emperor, this palace and the families of the ministers."

(End of this chapter)