Your Highness

Chapter 20 Calculation
"No need, third brother, I can handle such things!" Turning her head and smiling slightly at Zhao Xuanfeng, Xuan Yu saluted Zhao Zhengde on the high platform, and then walked out from her seat.

Zhao Xuanfeng reached out his hand to stop it, but seeing Xuan Yu's indifferent eyes when he turned his head, he understood that Xuan Yu was really sure, and immediately withdrew the hand that he wanted to extend.

"Wait, Your Highness!" Just as Xuan Yu stepped out of the banquet and was about to write a lyric, he saw a handsome young man suddenly stand up.

Seeing Xuan Yu looking towards him, the man glanced at Nangong Rumeng who was standing in the middle of the field looking panicked, and thought with some resentment in his heart, Xuan Yu is a complete waste except for his better background!

How can such a waste be worthy of the third lady of the Nangong family, no, he has to make a fool of himself!
Thinking of this, the man said: "Since His Royal Highness is composing poems for the third lady, why not make it more difficult, so as to show His Highness's talents!"

What he said was a little too much, Zhao Zhengde's eyes turned cold when he looked at the audience, his son, no matter what, no one else can say, despise the royal family, he deserves to be punished!
A chill suddenly rose from the hearts of all the ministers present.

Zhao Xuanfeng drank the wine in the cup calmly, but a murderous aura arose in his heart in vain. If he wanted to hurt his younger brothers, he would make them disappear sooner or later!
"Hua Ping, if you don't make amends to His Highness the Ninth Highness, how can you admire His literary talents!" Nanhua King saw a slight sarcasm in his eyes, then stood up quickly and scolded his son.

King Nanhua's words sounded like he was reprimanding his son, but anyone with a discerning eye knew that these words were insinuating that Xuan Yu was an illiterate waste!

"The emperor's words are too much!" Just when Zhao Zhengde was about to get angry, Xuan Yu suddenly said, "Since composing poems for beauties, it should be more difficult!"

Xuan Yu's words made people who knew Xuan Yu's background sweat secretly, Concubine Chu's heart tightened, she wanted to speak to stop Xuan Yu, but she retracted when the words reached her mouth.

Although I don't know where Xuan Yu's confidence comes from, it is naturally good for Zhao Huaping, the son of Nanhua King who thinks he knows Xuan Yu very well!

Before he could continue, Xuan Yu said what he wanted to say.

"How about, Prince Hua Ping and His Highness exchange topics, how about writing poems?" Xuan Yu looked at the man opposite him coldly, this should be what he wanted.

"Here, His Royal Highness... so let's forget it, if His Highness loses..." Seeing this, King Nanhua pretended to be aside.

Zhao Zhengde's fists hidden in his sleeves were clenched immediately, "Just do what the emperor says!"

Following the emperor's words, Nangong Yunyan's heart tightened suddenly.

Of course, she knows something about Xuan Yu. The imperial palace has been a place full of conspiracy since ancient times. It is not easy for her to survive until now. The rumors are somewhat true. The suffering in it is probably only the person involved. just got it.

Nangong Yunyan naturally knew exactly why Xuan Yu was making things difficult at this moment, but it was only because of that bottle of healing medicine.

Touching the warm porcelain bottle in her arms, Nangong Yunyan's bright eyes were gradually covered by a layer of piercing frost: Nangong Rumeng, after so many years, you are still so ignorant. If this is the case, then even if I become Poisonous woman that no one dares to want, I want to... destroy you!

Nangong Rumeng, who had been following Zhao Xuanjie since she came out of the pavilion, also secretly felt something wrong when she saw her sister's behavior at this time. When she turned around, she saw the gloom flashing in Nangong Yunyan's eyes, and said badly in her heart. , it seems that when they return to the mansion, they have to be more careful.

Especially now that his father has returned, Nangong Hongyi loves Nangong Yunyan more than them!
"In that case, look, Your Highness, is it you who came up with the question first or..." Looking at Xuan Yu who was standing expressionlessly, Zhao Huaping let out a peep in his heart.

"You go first!"

As if she didn't see the sarcasm in Zhao Hua's eyes, Xuan Yu said lightly.

Seeing Xuan Yu like this, Zhao Huaping didn't seem to take Zhao Huaping seriously. A trace of worry flashed across Zhao Chengming's eyes who had been standing behind Prince Lu at the place adjacent to King Nanhua.

He is a concubine with a low status, so naturally he has no place to speak here, so he can only watch Xuan Yu being pulled onto the chopping block.

Hearing this, Zhao Huaping was overjoyed, and immediately said: "In that case, please forgive me, Your Highness!"

Turning around in my heart a few times, thinking that Xuan Yu's literary talents should not be much better, I raised my head and pointed to a peach blossom not far away and said, "Your Highness, why don't you write a poem about this peach blossom?"

"Of course!" Xuan Yu's eyes fell on the peach blossom and paused for a while, just when everyone thought Xuan Yu couldn't do it, they saw her and raised their heads, a pair of black eyes fell on Concubine Chu.

"Last year and today, in this door, the peach blossoms on the human face are red. No matter where the human face is now, the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze."

After finishing a seven-character poem, Xuan Yu's eyes fell on Zhao Zhengde, "Father, where is the human face going now, I hope that the father will not let the mother and concubine feel sad in the future, okay?"

Following Xuan Yu's poem, the field suddenly fell into silence, until Xuan Yu's voice sounded again, and everyone came back to their senses.

Concubine Chu's eyes were a little suspicious, she took a deep look at Xuan Yu, thinking about the meaning in Xuan Yu's poem, she turned her head to look at Zhao Zhengde, feeling a little bitter in her heart.

The gentle smile on Prince Zhao Xuanqing's face was a little stiff, but it was only for a moment and things quickly returned to nature.

The smile on Zhao Xuanjie's face became brighter, and the chopsticks in his hands were bent a little bit. He always felt that something had changed after his ninth younger brother woke up from the assassination, but he didn't know exactly where.

Zhao Xuanfeng slowly put down the wine glass, looking at Xuan Yu with uncomfortable eyes, she can compose poetry...but he didn't even know it!

As for Zhao Zhengde, who had already planned for the worst, but he didn't expect Xuan Yu to write a poem, and there was a flash of appreciation in his eyes, "Okay, what a beautiful person, don't worry, Yu'er, you are all my friends." Of course, I can't bear to let you feel sad for my dearest people!"

After finishing speaking, his eyes fell on Zhao Huaping, "My son Huaping, since the old nine has already written a poem, then you should also write a poem, and the title will be given by the old nine!"

Zhao Zhengde's words did not leave a trace of remorse, these people blocked him before, so naturally he will not be merciful now.

Zhao Huaping was stunned for a moment. In his opinion, a person like Xuan Yu who had never listened carefully to the lectures of the Taifu could not compose a decent poem at all. Unexpectedly, Xuan Yu not only composed poems, but also, It's so well done!

(End of this chapter)