After Zhou Wudi handled the affairs, he heard that the mulberry elm was watching in the royal garden, and immediately searched for it. He outlined in his mind the beautiful painting roll holding the mulberry elm, half lying in the princess chair with the spring light.
When he saw a man crushing on his knees outside the Palace of Penglai, he frowned and instantly disappeared for the most part.
“Get up.” She herself lifted the mulberry elm, pinched her little hand in the palm of her hand, and Zhou Wudi spoke softly.
Yu Ya 'an smiled quietly and couldn't see the surprise of seeing Holy Face at first sight. To be able to get the Queen to carry her, to occupy the position that originally belonged to the Fourth Princess of the Queen, her mind and heart are far superior to ordinary people. The emperor's attitude towards the royal highness is that love is a little too late, love is more appropriate than life. As long as there is a royal princess, he can't stand anyone else.
The corner glanced at her blushing, excited sister, and she smiled sarcastically.
“What are you doing?” Sitting beside her with a mulberry elm, Zhou Wudi opened her hair, which was blown by the spring wind. Her tone was intensely spoiled. She asked the show ladies to listen, she was jealous and hated, but she was even more distracted by the love of obtaining the emperor. In particular, Meng Ruizhu and Yu Yagao, both eyes were red.
“Writing poems.” Monsanto Elm refers to the scattered poetry on the table.
“You, poetry?” Zhou Wudi picked his eyebrows and his low voice filled with laughter. Mulberry Elm learned everything quickly, preferred to write poetry together without a little talent, he taught for months, and now he has not even learned "The Law".
I can't help laughing when I think of all the poems that are cluttered up and cloudless. So... so cute!
Mistake the emperor's full smile and petty smile. Yu Ya's eyes were slightly bright. Step forward, she said, “Your Majesty, the people and women have finished poetry and are waiting for the Princess to select the leader. People and daughters have long admired the talent of their mothers. I wonder if it would be an honor to meet one or two?” She is confident that when she speaks for herself, the Emperor will surely notice her and then dump her like everyone else has done in the past.
Everyone knows that mulberry elms don't understand the ink. Why do they 'admire each other for so long'? This woman is trying so hard, Mulberry! But a common man dares to provoke the royal highness, isn't his heart too big? Zhou Wudi's eyes darkened and looked straight at Zhaoyu Yage. There was no change in her expression on her exquisite face. Mulberry Elm was the only bright color in his eyes, and the other women were no less red and white to him.
“I thought you weren't that honored.” He spoke in silence and was very polite in his words.
His Majesty's cold reaction was too unexpected. Yu Yagao's face was instantly white as paper, with a sense of confusion falling from the clouds to the abyss.
The other show ladies covered their mouths and withstood the irony of their throats pouring out. If you look beautiful, you won't be at a disadvantage? Obviously, this one doesn't work in front of the Emperor! Besides, can you be more beautiful than the Empress? He was dressed in goose yellow and sat next to the royal princess in a golden dress, and the difference was so much like a phoenix and a chicken, pathetically ridiculous!
Monsanto Elm beat a huge arrears, black and white distinct phoenix stained with a layer of water vapor, in the light of the bright spring, it looks glowing, so not charming. She had a handful of cheeks, her words were straightforward, “The world knows that the palace doesn't know how to write. Ask the palace to write poems. Do you want to see the palace look ugly? ”
As soon as the window paper stabbed, Yu Yagao did not know that the royal concubine spoke as sharply as her people, and hurriedly knelt out to beg for sin. He cried suddenly. Even the saints saw him, he had to be willing.
Zhou Wudi merely glanced, waving his sleeves coldly, then pinched the slender fingertips of the mulberry elm, his eyes filled with a rich smile. Mulberry Elm's little mouth chokes people to death.
Meng Sangyu saw that the man was not bewitched by the woman, suddenly he felt in a good mood, caught in the man's ear, and urged him to narrow his mouth, “Your Majesty, the concubine has a new work in recent days, would you like to hear it? ”
“Oh? Speak up for me.” Zhou Wudi picked his eyebrows and knew that Mulberry Elm was torturing himself with a poem he couldn't bear to see. Mulberry Elm would never know that he had tangled pain on his face, but his heart was full of sweetness.
Monsanto Elm's lips, after a moment of silence, opened the door, “I walked down the road and met a dog, and I said hello to him, he called me Meow Meow. ”
As she deliberately lowered her voice, only Yu Ya 'an, Yu Yage and Meng Ruizhu, sitting nearer, could hear each other, showing a stagnant expression. What the hell is this? Can you call it poetry? Can you call it poetry? Their perception of poetry has been completely reversed!
Zhou Wudi Junmei's face was instantly stiff. After a moment of delicate taste, a laugh burst out suddenly. He caressed his palm and said, "Okay! Good poem! Especially the last one. What a god! Only Mulberry Elm can think of it! ”
The corner of Mengsang Elm's mouth twitched, the darkness of defeat in his heart: the Emperor's ability to fight against the poisoning seems to be getting stronger! How can you laugh in the face of these gods? This poem was seen online in her previous life and was particularly memorable because she lost her voice for a long time. I didn't expect the Emperor's level of appreciation to be more modern than hers!
“You don't have to choose, today's poet is not Mulberry Elm!” I finally stopped laughing. Zhou Wudi scratched her pretty good nose and shouted.
Yu Yagao shook his body, some of it swayed. Meng Ruizhu's cheeks were red towards the young and handsome emperor, saying: The legendary emperor likes talented women, which does not seem to be the case today. If my sister can carry one or two, I have a chance.
Yu Ya 'an glanced, and the heart of death and the last luxury turned into smoke. The Emperor's indulgent drowning of the royal highness has reached this point, can there be any other chance? It is true to say that if a true love is someone, whatever that person says to do is good, it is lovely and sweet.
“Since I am a poet, why don't you write it down and let me wait and see the talent of the royal highness.” The jealousy in her chest made Yu Yagao lose her mark. She pulled out a smile, but her tone was a little aggressive.