The fourth master's favorite concubine

Chapter 472 Chapter 472 Fourth Master Enters the Game ([-])

"Li Guiren. It seems that the emperor really likes her." The queen was overwhelmed, and she was promoted as soon as she went to bed. This move is no less than Zhen Yijin.

"Okay, okay. Honoka, thank you."

"Li Guiren." Yi Jin, who had been busy all afternoon, was going to rest on the bed, and now his limbs were weak from sleepiness, so when he saw Su Peisheng coming, he hurriedly put on his windbreaker and came out.He had come to deliver good news.

"Thank you, father-in-law." She smiled, exactly the same as before.

"Where, such a slave will not bother the little master."

"Father-in-law, walk slowly."

After sending Su Peisheng away, the drowsiness soaked in his whole body disappeared without a trace.

She leaned against the window sill and looked up at the full moon.Thinking of Yuanshou being designed, thinking of the maintenance of the empress.That sentence when the emperor left in the morning.

She came back with the fourth elder brother, and the queen was afraid.

"There is no one to share the victory tonight. Lying down and looking at the stars and rivers. Maybe this is better. Although it is deserted, it is a relief with me." Under the moonlight, she clasped her hands and begged piously under the moon, asking for the prosperity of the Qing Dynasty, asking for the prosperity of the Qing Dynasty, Longevity to the fourth master, I wish Yuan'er good health.

"Yunxiang's clothes are beautiful, Xiangrong's clothes are beautiful, and the spring breeze is blowing on the threshold of Revlon. If you don't meet at the top of Qunyu Mountain, you will meet at Yaotai. You like this poem." The fourth master handed the poem in his hand to Mrs. Li.

"Yes, my concubine likes it very much. Does the emperor like this poem?" She smiled brightly, and stretched out her hand without hesitation to finish the poem in the emperor's hand.

Pointing to the meaning one by one, reading silently and speaking softly, as if the words on the paper turned into a wonderful picture, displayed in front of her eyes.

"I heard that one day in the spring of the third year of Tianbao, Tang Xuanzong and Concubine Yang were watching peonies in the Chenxiang Pavilion in the palace. They called Li Bai to enter the palace to write a new movement. Li Bai entered the palace on a whim and ordered Gao Lishi Taking off her boots, she asked Concubine Yang to rub the ink, and made this Qingping melody on the golden flower paper to praise Concubine Yang's beauty. Using flowers to describe Concubine Yang's appearance, the concubines often wondered how beautiful Concubine Yang was, and how beautiful she could be. Let the great poet Li Bai, who never boasted, write verses that are unmatched."

Seeing her expression, fourth master's eyes were full of light, just like her rare appearance when she was lively.

Nodding his head, he said: "It seems that you really like poetry. It's Li Bai's. It's a pity that I don't like Li Bai. This person is so crazy that he dared to say that the roc spread its wings and soared to ninety thousand miles. It's unreal!"

After hearing this, Mrs. Li didn't want to, so she turned sideways with the book and continued to point to the poems in her hand and admire them.

The fourth master saw that this Mrs. Li was not on par with her in temperament, and remembered how she was serious about reading three years ago.

I also saw her looking like she wanted to debate but didn't dare to speak, she was even cute.

He laughed a few times: "Since you like it, ask Su Peisheng to transfer this hand Qingping to the lobby tomorrow."

"What about the word?"

"I will write it for you. By the way, I will give you the word Xiangrong."

Mrs. Li got up and walked to Si Ye's side and said, "What about the title? Li Bai is a concubine of the family, so it is not easy to offend."

The faint peach blossom scent engulfed fourth master's nerves like a drug, fourth master involuntarily approached, and his big palm fell on his waist involuntarily.

"A woman's appearance is one that pleases herself. The beauty of Concubine Yang Gui is also due to the grace of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty. The spring breeze blows the threshold of Revlon, so she is called Lu Guiren. Because of my love, she is even more beautiful."

She murmured: "Lord Lu, Lu Xiangrong. I thank you for the gift from the emperor. I like this name and title very much. This Lu is quite a bit more immortal than Hua."

(End of this chapter)