The queen kidnapped the king

Chapter 75

He also ordered someone to light a stick of incense, looked around for a week, and finally landed on Leng Yeying, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, we use this stick of incense as the criterion, and the loser will be punished."

Sheng Qu stood up, took a few steps, hooked the corner of his mouth, and ordered someone to fetch a brush and ink, and waved the pen to compose a poem: "The setting sun is cold and the grass has a heavy door, and the green moss is covered with a basin after the rain. Jade is incomparably clean. Snow is musculoskeletal and easy to ecstasy. The heart is a little delicate and weak, and the shadow of the beauty is marked by the moon. It is impossible to say that the onyx fairy can become a feather, and the love will accompany me to sing the dusk."

After the attendant recited it, the people below were shocked, no wonder they were the Lord of the Eastern Region, they kept nodding their heads.It seems that this poem has been recognized by everyone.

Sheng Qu just smiled in satisfaction. He could have expected this result a long time ago. As long as nothing happened, he would be the biggest winner. Afterwards, he returned to his seat and looked coldly at the frowning others.

Leng Yeying beckoned and whispered a few times in the ear of the servant beside him, and the servant hurriedly left the scene. Then, Leng Yeying loosened his frowning brows, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank a glass leisurely.

"Does the emperor have one?" Concubine Liang Gui beside her raised her doubts faster than Leng Wangyou, and Leng Wangyou also pricked up her ears to listen.Leng Yeying just smiled and said nothing, with a mysterious look, and finally couldn't bear the tortured eyes of the two beauties, and only branded a sentence: "The Leng country has a lot of talents."

Leng Wangyou naturally understood the implication, so he no longer worried in his heart, just took the pen and ink from the maidservant, and started to write and play by himself.

Wu Haotian walked out of the palace with his hands behind his back and crossed the corridors. Looking at the surrounding scenery, he racked his brains and managed to spell out four sentences. The servant next to him reminded: "Prince, it's amazing, there is only one inch of incense left. , can you figure it out?"

Wu Haotian was even more anxious, but he walked deeper into the corridor, and asked the servant not to follow him. The servant was anxious and angry, why did his master still walk to the other end of the corridor, and if he didn't write poems, he would be punished? Other countries laughed.

In the hall, the servant who had just left sneaked back to his seat, took out a piece of rice paper with not yet fully dried ink from his sleeve, and said softly: "Your Majesty, this was written by a few great talents. have a look."

The autumn face lightly reflects the heavy door, and the seven festivals are full of snow.

Coming out of the bath is too true to be a shadow of ice, holding Xiziyu in my heart as my soul.

Xiaofeng does not dissipate a thousand sorrows, and Su Yu adds a trace of tears.

Leaning alone on the painting column, if you want to, Qingzhen complains the flute and sends it to dusk.

Leng Yeying looked at it and nodded in satisfaction, then handed the rice paper to Leng Wangyou, Leng Wangyou shook his head: "This poem looks good at first glance, but compared with Sheng Qu's poem, it's a bit less conceived. In addition, the sentence "out of the bath is too real to make a shadow with ice" is too bare, I am afraid it is not good, and the word "anvil" in the last sentence of "Qing anvil resentment flute" is mostly used to write It may not be appropriate for a woman to miss her husband's sorrow and resentment."

Leng Yeying took a closer look and found that it was indeed the case. She was so angry that she just wanted to curse people, raised a group of useless people, and made mistakes at critical moments.

Leng Wangyou seemed to have known about Leng Yeying's behavior for a long time, so he handed over a glass of wine: "Fortunately, my concubine just wrote a poem by hand, the emperor might as well see if it's okay."

He casually picked up the poems he had just finished.

Leng Yeying read it carefully, and it was really good. Compared with the poem just now, this poem was better. He couldn't help stealing a kiss to his versatile queen.

Leng Wangyou was still waiting for his answer, but he waited for his stealthy kiss, his face was burning red, and he said angrily: "Your Majesty, this is above the main hall. Your Majesty will do this, be careful not to cause public indignation."

Leng Yeying bit Leng Wangyou's earlobe lightly: "Do they dare? Besides, my queen and I are showing our love, let them know how good our relationship is with the queen, because the accident in the previous days is silent explanation, no?"

Thinking of that accident, Leng Wangyou still couldn't help laughing when he thought about it now, but looking at today's occasion, he finally restrained himself. Recently, it was rumored in the palace that since she kicked Leng Yeying, Leng Yeying's That function will no longer work. Although everyone didn't say it clearly, they all know what it means.

Seeing their interaction, Wu Haotian, who had just entered the door, had eyes full of coldness, and coughed like revenge, forcing the two to separate. Leng Yeying looked at him with a proud and provocative face: "Why, Wu Haotian Does the crown prince have any poems?"

"That's right, come and present the prince's poem." Just now in the corridor, he made the next four sentences.

The Baizhi step leads to the Poppy Gate, and it is also suitable for the corner of the wall and the pot.

Flowers are hard to find a mate because of their happiness and cleanliness, and people are easy to lose their souls because of their sorrow and autumn.

The jade candle drips the tears in the wind, and the crystal curtain breaks through the mark in the middle of the moon.

You want to complain to Chang'e, but the moonlight in the virtual corridor is dim.

It turned out that Wu Haotian arrived at Leng Wangyou's bedroom after going around the corridor, but he saw a large sea of ​​poppies outside the palace. He knew that this kind of flower was actually banned, and now it appeared again, so I can only say It is for a word of love. It seems that Leng Yeying has no less affection for Shan'er than he does. Besides, now that Shan'er has lost her memory and doesn't know herself, she is inevitably disappointed, so she wrote this poem.

"Okay, next is Zhen, Xiao Dezi, read it." He handed Leng Wangyou's poem to the servant beside him.

Treasure Fangzi and close the door in the daytime, hand in hand to irrigate moss pots.

The rouge washes out the autumn shadow, and the ice and snow attract the soul of the dew.

When you are light, you know that the flowers are more beautiful, how can you get Yu Wuhen if you are too worried?
To repay Baidi, he should be clean, but Tingting fainted every day without speaking.

After reading, Sheng Qu clapped his hands and said yes, and said: "For the sake of fairness, we let people from each country choose each other, and finally choose a real winner. I don't know what the emperor wants."

"Just do it."

"This poem by the Lord of the Eastern Territory is good. Although the rhyme between the word 'door' and the word 'pen' makes poetry more difficult, but looking at this sentence 'Jade is the spirit is incomparable to clean', it is just the 'talent'. The synonym of "Si Qing Ming Zhi Zi Gao" expresses the ambition of a person with lofty ideals, "Sentimental Accompanying Me to Sing the Dusk" is full of emperor's love, it can be said to be a good poem." A civil servant beside Wu Haotian carefully Read carefully.

"That's right. Let's take a look at Prince Wu's poem again. If you look carefully at the two characters of broken soul, you can see that the poet is extremely sad, and he can be described as a person who values ​​love and righteousness." The civil servant of Leng State thought carefully, Get the essence of this poem.

"Well, but the poem by Emperor Leng Guo is also good. Look at this line, 'You know that flowers are more beautiful when they are light, and there is no trace of jade when you are sad?' How can there be no traces of flowers when they are sad. Jade said that "scars" are scars "Scars" are tear stains in person, but they actually refer to the timid posture or the appearance of showing flowers. This metaphor is superior to others." Dong Yu said to the white-clothed boy who came to sit next to Sheng Qu.

(End of this chapter)