The Demon Concubine Reborn: The Prince Regent spoils me obediently!

Chapter 79 Poetry
The full moon is reclining in the dark sky, the bustling streets are lit with candles, and the dancing candles emit a dazzling light, covering the city of Yanjing with a layer of golden yellow.

The lights of the high-rise buildings enveloped the entire stage, and the lights were luxuriant, shining like pearls.

The outside of Jianshan Tower is heavily guarded, and the inside of the pavilion is luxuriant and full of fragrance, rich nectar, singing and dancing.

The banquet stage surrounds the stage, the singers dance lightly, and the colorful lanterns look like dragons to embellish the stage.

All the students in long gowns, brocade gowns, and commoner gowns all sat around the stage.

In front of the students is a long-shaped table, on which the delicacies of restaurants are enticing and fragrant under the light of delicate and elegant lamps.

The beauty Xiaozhe reveals her sleeves, and the car is full of fragrance when the young master is drunk.

The poetry meeting has not yet started, and some students are already drunk and sleeping soundly.

The VIP Pavilion on the third floor is heavily guarded, including the Shence Army in black and iron armor with a solemn expression.

Mu Qianhan looked at the teacups on the table, the teapot, and the green tea juice in the teacups, and the tea leaves of different shapes, his eyes burned with anger.

Emei snow buds, Meitan green buds, orchid buds, Junshan silver needles, Rizhao black tea, Qihong...

Six pots of tea, four green, two red...

Ye Ting drank the jade pot of spring in his hand, and inadvertently looked at Mu Qianhan beside her, only to find that there were six steaming cups of fragrant tea in front of her...

"Pfft..." The fresh wine sprayed out.

Mu Qianhan looked back at Ye Ting suddenly, his starry eyes were powerful, deep and sharp.

Ye Ting immediately took the handkerchief presented by the palace man and wiped the wine stains on his lips, smiled coyly, opened his eyes and said nonsense, "I felt so cold last night, that's why I was so rude. I definitely didn't mean to laugh at Prince Mu."

It seems that these two people are really together, otherwise, how dare the emperor use fine wine to lure people here, but replace the wine with tea.

Thinking of this, Ye Ting secretly laughed, but he didn't dare to be seen by others, so he could only bear it with all his might...

Mu Qianhan squinted his eyes and looked at Ye Ting's slightly shrugging shoulders, knowing that he was snickering, and turned his head angrily to look at Ye Beiming, who was drinking by himself, and gritted his teeth: "Ye Beiming..."

Ye Beiming put down the wine glass in his hand, raised his eyes, looked at Mu Qianhan innocently, and asked softly, "What's the matter with Prince Mu?"

When the black eyes met Mu Qian's cold eyes, Ye Beiming "suddenly realized", and explained: "The turbid wine is slightly cold, and it burns in the mouth. You have a bad spleen and stomach, just drink a little tea."

"Okay, thank you Regent for reminding me. I am very grateful." Mu Qianhan gritted his teeth.

Well, you Ye Beiming, how dare you tease me.

Is it so difficult to be under the care of my sister at home and Ye Beiming when I go out?
Ye Beiming knew that she was angry, and also knew that she hadn't touched a drop of alcohol these days, and it was rare for her to have a chance to drink, so she must be very itchy.Otherwise, it is impossible for her to come to this poetry meeting.

She has a stomach problem, which can only be cured by slow conditioning.If she was allowed to drink, depending on her drinking capacity, she might be out of control.

Even though he knew that she would be angry, he still wouldn't let her be affected in the slightest.

Mu Qianhan knew that he was doing it for her own good, but Ye Ting drank wine recklessly by her side.Ye Beiming drank wine recklessly by her side, preferring her to drink tea.

Drinking tea is nothing more than drinking tea, Ye Beiming put six kinds of tea in front of her, clearly telling her: Don't even think about drinking again in this life.

Ye Ting was here, and there were so many servants in the palace, the only thing she could do was to be patient.

Not used to drinking black tea, she could only take a sip of Junshan Yinzhen.

(Friendly reminder: the taste and shape of each tea are different, it is easy to distinguish. There is no bug.)
Ye Ting took a peek at Mu Qianhan, and a faint smile flashed across his eyes: Prince Mu also has times when he can't do anything.

"It's time to start!" Mu Qianhan reminded coldly with displeasure on his face.

Ye Beiming waved his hand, and the eunuch immediately stepped forward: "Tonight's poetry meeting will be a celebration of peace, and students from all families can show their strengths. The title of the poetry meeting is Mingyue."

Bright moon
A trace of shock flashed across Ye Ting's eyes: Mu Qianhan, the name is Mingyue.

The breeze caressed gently, and the dryness hit, a trace of surprise flashed in Mu Qianhan's eyes, and he felt his cheeks were a little hot.

Ye Ting looked at Mu Qianhan with burning eyes: there must be something tricky.

Mu Qianhan collected his thoughts and began to search for the figure of his master.

Li Xianhui has been standing still, he must be planning a poetry meeting.

As the dean of Yingtian Academy, the Great Elder arranged for her master to be a student in order to protect the reputation of Yingtian Academy, and to mix in with this group of students for emergencies.

She looked up at the second floor and swallowed secretly. Her mother and sister were also on the second floor, and they wanted to find a talented and good-looking man from this group of students to be her sister's husband.

Who in the Song Dynasty didn't know that the prince Yechen liked Mu Qianyu, the eldest daughter of Prince Mu's mansion, and which of the people below would have the guts to compete with the prince.

Her mother is clearly busy.She also believed that her elder sister looked down on the group of students who were bookish and angry without any training.

Stories about the kind of elegant demeanor that a lady looks up to a student, and the story of life or death are all fantasies of poor scholars.

In their works, fairies, monsters, princesses and daughters all like impoverished scholars. How can those impoverished scholars have the opportunity to meet the daughter of a famous family who is raised in a deep boudoir and who goes out to take care of the servants and servants.What an idiot!
Her mother must have read too many picture books and got confused!

Mu Qianhan was still silent in his own thoughts. While the students downstairs were writing vigorously, the veiled singing girl on the stage danced and chanted: "The blue sky is like water, and the autumn face is washed clean. Where is the big bright mirror flying?" .Whoever cuts the osmanthus, should be more brilliant, pouring out the reflection of mountains and rivers.

People are still bitter and hot, and their lungs are full of dust. I also transcend the three realms.Ask Xian'e and Yuan about the bottom line, there is profit and loss, trouble the jade ax, and reorganize luck.Teach Yeye that the world is very round, but he has been waiting for a long time to fight, and he is still awake when he is drunk. "

Ye Beiming looked at Mu Qianhan: he had heard this poem in Yinchuan City, and she had taught this poem to those children who were infected with the plague.

The woman on the balcony was clearly Shen Nanyan, but how did she plagiarize Xiao Han'er's poems?
Then he glanced downstairs with burning eyes: Someone must have copied this poem and asked Shen Nanyan to write it down, so as to discourage the students of Song Dynasty...

How can such a vicious person be kept.

Yang Tong stared at the people on the stage in a daze, and cursed in his heart: Damn that woman for plagiarizing his apprentice's poems.

No, Shen Nanyan is not familiar with Tuer, so it is impossible to copy Tuer's poems.

Yang Tong frowned and pondered, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind: it is Li Xianhui, it must be Li Xianhui, he and his apprentice used to be classmates.

This damn bastard not only has a vicious mind, but also has such a bad character that both people and gods are angry.

Stealing his apprentice's reputation, leading people to kill his apprentice, and now stealing his apprentice's poems, it's really despicable, death is not a pity.

All the students looked at each other in blank dismay, the woman dancing on the stage actually wrote a poem in a flash...

Li Xianhui, who disguised himself as a shop assistant, hid under the stage, a trace of sneer flashed across his eyes: ridiculous!The Song Dynasty ruled with literature, but the students did not live up to it.A poem made them change their faces.

Yang Tong wrote a poem quickly and quietly handed it to Ye Sheng's desk...

Ye Cheng stared at Yang Tong in a daze, Yang Tong quietly pointed to the paper on the filing table, opened his mouth and said silently: Speak out!

Ye Cheng is the prince regent who single-handedly raised the eldest son, and is also of royal blood, so it is most suitable for her to come forward...

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(End of this chapter)