Long live the beloved wife: the beloved concubine

Chapter 26 Peach Blossom Feast [[-]]

"It's okay, but falling flowers are very nice, let's go to see the cherry blossoms in the backyard." Silently turned off the TV, and ran to the backyard with Ranli.

Cherry blossoms fell all over the sky, and the two girls danced and sang among the cherry blossoms, and the sky was filled with laughter.

Ranli was intoxicated by the memories, and couldn't return to her senses for a long time.

"Li'er, what are you thinking?" Mrs. Mo asked.

"Uh, ah, it's nothing, mother, isn't Li'er very powerful?" Ranli said sweetly, touching the petals on her head.

"Okay, Li'er, how old are you, and you still act like a baby, are you ashamed!" Prime Minister Mo smiled and touched Ranli's forehead, this child can finally make me feel at ease now.

"Zhen, today at this peach blossom banquet, I will add a special literary and artistic selection to select the talented women in the capital." The emperor was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, which was extraordinarily dazzling in the sun.

"Today I will write a poem on flowers and wine." The emperor said with a smile.

The daughters below are all secretly excited. If they are judged as talented women, they might be able to become princesses or something in the future.

"Prince Xuan is here, the seventh prince is here, and Princess Lanling is here." The eunuch announced the names of several people.

"Brother Huang, don't be offended that Brother Huang is late." A man in a python robe said apologetically.

"Father, Father, Uncle Huang just accompanied me and Lan Ling to see Grandma Huang." The seventh prince ran to the emperor and said.

"Okay, it's good if you come here, today I want to see who is a talented woman who has been a white-collar worker." The emperor smiled and touched the hair of the seventh prince, and said dotingly.

"Father, the sons and ministers also want to participate. The seventh brother and the emperor said that Lan Ling is very powerful, so the sons and ministers want to participate." Princess Lanling took the emperor's hand and said coquettishly.

"Okay, Concubine Ai! Our son has grown up, Ling'er, don't mess with your father." The emperor looked at Concubine Han Guifei who was on the lower right of him and said.

Princess Lanling is the youngest princess of the emperor. The emperor has six princes and two princesses, and one of the four princes is still in his infancy, and the other three have gone to their respective fiefs.

"Well, the princess of Japan will be the first one to write today, um... three or two branches of peach blossoms, and the spring breeze blows a few scents. I also brew the peach blossoms to taste, and the lips and teeth will be sweet and fragrant. Hehe Father, it was written by my son. Okay?" Princess Lanling ran behind the emperor's dragon chair, lying on the emperor's shoulder and acting like a baby.

"Well, yes, what reward does my emperor want?" The emperor touched Lan Ling's little hand, which was as pink and tender as a peach blossom.

"I want to play with Sister Lan Ying." Sister Lan Ying always ignored Linger, and every time Linger went to Sister Huang's small pavilion, Sister Lan Ying became angry.

(Don't hate Lan Ying, everyone, there is a story in the pavilion where Lan Ying is.)
"Lan Ying, why did your imperial sister ignore you?" The emperor asked a bit reproachfully, it seemed that he doted on her too much.

"Father, I'm still in the game, and Lan Ying doesn't want to get distracted." Princess Lan Ying said lightly, her tone extremely calm.

"Your Majesty, my servants have thought of it. Peach blossoms outside the Great Wall give off spring fragrance, and send it to winter cold to welcome spring dawn. Xiangling breaks branches and turtle hair tips, and long fragrance flies around fairy clothes." Lin Mo said, she just thought of dyed glass dancing in her mind look, so write this poem.

"What a fairy dress with Jiuxiang flying around, this poem can match the dancing posture of Prime Minister Mo's daughter." The emperor said with great admiration.

(ps I wrote these two poems very hard, and I wasted a lot of time.)
(End of this chapter)