When Zhao Guangyi heard what Leng Yi said, he seemed to be unwilling to explain painting to Mrs. Huarui here, so there was no reason to retain Mrs. Huarui. He couldn't help but become very anxious and glared at Leng Yi.

Leng Yi didn't seem to notice, and continued to say to Mrs. Huarui: "Wei Chen heard that the empress's poems are the best in the world, and he admired her very much. The empress was not ashamed to ask about Wei Chen's poor painting skills. Wei Chen also wanted to ask empress for some advice on poetry, but I don't know how.

Are you lucky enough to receive advice from your empress?"

Zhao Guangyi was overjoyed after hearing this. If Mrs. Huarui asked Leng Yi to teach her painting techniques, and if Mrs. Huarui suggested that the two of them go to a quiet place to talk, he would not be able to follow. Now that Leng Yi is the guest and asks Mrs. Huarui for his poems, this can be done in public.

If it is going on, then you can participate on the sidelines, flatter Mrs. Huarui, and find ways to please her - only if you are together can you have a chance.

Zhao Guangyi hurriedly clapped his hands and cheered: "Okay! Well said! Madam, you asked Lord Leng for his painting techniques. Lord Leng agreed readily. Lord Leng in turn asked Madam about your poems. If you refuse in public, Lord Leng will be very angry."

No face!"

Leng Yi quickly said he didn't dare.

Mrs. Huarui pondered for a while and then said: "Master Leng is too polite. Since the official said so, it's not a big deal if I don't agree. Let's discuss poetry with Master Leng. I also ask for your advice."

Zhao Guangyi was overjoyed, raised his voice, and called everyone to come over, and then said: "Everyone! Empress Huarui is the number one poet in the palace, and her reputation as a poet is well known all over the world. Leng Aiqing admires her and sincerely asks for advice from Empress Huarui. Empress Huarui is very interested.

Very high. I am willing to support the underachievers, and happily agreed to compose poems on the spur of the moment. It is rare for Empress Huarui to be so elegant, so why don’t all the civil servants join in the fun and write a poem each with the title of Lantern Festival? "

The civil servants in the room were all scholars, so writing poems on the spot was commonplace, so why should I be afraid of it? I immediately smiled and nodded.

So Zhao Guangyi gave an order, and all the attendants removed the coffee table in the lobby, refreshments, melons and fruits, and laid out the Four Treasures of the Study. At that moment, the ministers entered the table one after another according to their positions. The first table, of course, belonged to Mrs. Huarui.

Although Leng Yi was a civil servant, his rank was too low, and he was introduced to everyone as a sword-carrying guard in front of the emperor. It was not appropriate for him to write poems on the same stage as these important officials of the imperial court. More importantly, he was the one who addressed Huarui.

Madam asked for advice, naturally she was observing from the sidelines as a student, waiting for advice. So she just stood aside and watched with her head lowered.

Mrs. Huarui's table was just a few steps away in front of Emperor Zhao Guangyi. He sat on the dragon chair, squinting his blistered eyes, and carefully looked at Mrs. Huarui. The more he looked at it, the more he fell in love with it, and the more he looked at it, the more he coveted it. But the rose had its thorns.

I can only watch it from a distance but not play with it. I just hope that this poem will continue and let me feast my eyes to the fullest.

It's a pity that Mrs. Huarui is a quick thinker. She only pondered for a moment before she finished writing. She motioned Leng Yi to come forward and watch.

Leng Yi stepped forward, picked up the rice paper on the table with the poem on it, and recited aloud:

The seal smoke from the golden house flies in the cold night,

The lights and candles are clearly visible in the purple sky.

Thirty-six of the eternal forbidden palaces,

Yan Hui fights to step on the moon and return.

In fact, Leng Yi was not good at poetry. He could only recite some famous poems from later generations. He couldn't tell what this poem was like. However, after reading it, he could vaguely feel the sorrow of being locked in the forbidden palace revealed in the poem.

And the feeling of melancholy and longing for home. This Mrs. Huarui, like the Queen of Xiao Zhou, were both people who surrendered after their country was subjugated. They were all attracted by the emperor of the Song Dynasty. They both endured humiliation and obeyed, and they were willing to accept humiliation. However, deep down in their hearts, they were full of deep love for their motherland.

Deeply missed.

However, Empress Zhou did not dare to express their worries in front of others. After Mrs. Huarui surrendered, she was named a noble concubine by Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin. She was considered to be the emperor's sister-in-law of the current Emperor Zhao Guangyi. Therefore, she expressed her worries in front of others.

Zhao Guangyi wrote such a poem in front of her, and Zhao Guangyi had no choice but to do anything to her.

The generals and others present did not notice anything after hearing this, but the civil servants understood it. Their faces changed color and they were speechless. Let alone applauding, they did not even dare to show their approval. For a moment, the room was filled with emotion.

It was so quiet that even the naughty little princes and princesses fell silent. After all, they were descendants of the royal family and were naturally good at observing words and expressions. After hearing this poem, the adults all looked solemn and even bit their fingers and did not dare to say a word.

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Mrs. Huarui smiled sweetly and said to Leng Yi, "What do you think, Lord Leng, of this poem?"

Leng Yi had already secretly observed Zhao Guangyi's expression, and saw that his expression was awkward and a little angry at the same time. He knew that he was quite dissatisfied with Mrs. Huarui's public expression of sorrow and longing for home, but he could not get angry. Now, Mrs. Huarui asked directly

I commented on this poem, but I couldn't avoid it. I rolled my eyes and said with admiration:

"In my humble opinion, this poem by the empress describes a resentful woman who lives deep in the compound of a wealthy man. During the bustling Lantern Festival, she looks at a bright moon and longs for her husband, hoping that he can be like a god.

Normally, stepping on the bright moon, falling from the sky, the couple reunites. This kind of melancholy and sentiment is really written very vividly. The scenes described in the poem seem to appear before your eyes when you read it. It can be said to be a depiction of the love between men and women.

What a masterpiece!”

Leng Yi deliberately turned a blind eye to the scene locked in the word "forbidden palace" in the poem, but far-fetchedly misinterpreted it as a resentful woman who missed her home in the rich man's compound, hoping that her husband would return after stepping on the moon. In this way, it became an ordinary description.

It is a poem about the love between men and women. It avoids sensitive topics and also leaves aside this forbidden area that scares everyone.

Leng Yi's explanation of this poem was obviously far-fetched, and all the civil servants present knew it well. However, at this time, such a misinterpretation was needed, and this misinterpretation made a young boy from the sixth grade

For civil servants, it was a good way to resolve the embarrassment by appearing to ask for advice. So, everyone smiled and secretly praised Leng Yi for handling it well.

However, they were not eager to praise him because they had to wait for Zhao Guangyi to express his position before making a final decision.

Zhao Guangyi held up his palms and exclaimed: "It is indeed a good poem! If it weren't for the poem Huarui Niangniang, I would not have known that there are such deeply affectionate and resentful women who miss their husbands in the courtyards of private houses! It's so sad!"

Upon hearing that Zhao Guangyi agreed with Leng Yi's explanation, all the ministers were convinced. They began to praise. Some praised the beauty of Mrs. Huarui's poems, some praised the boldness and magic of imagination, and some choked with sobs and sympathized with the lady.

The wives who missed their husbands and resented their wives in the deep house sometimes praised Leng Yi's apt and vivid explanations.

The room became lively again for a while. The children started playing and playing again.

Mrs. Huarui just looked at Leng Yi, smiled faintly, and said, "Master Leng is quick in thinking and courageous in dealing with things. He will have a bright future!"

Leng Yi hurriedly bowed and said: "Thank you for your praise, I should take it as a spur."

Mrs. Huarui said politely to Zhao Guangyi: "It's late at night. Please allow me to leave!"

"Don't be anxious!" Zhao Guangyi stood up quickly, "These other people haven't composed their poems yet. Your Majesty should take a look at their poems!"

Mrs. Huarui said: "We are all well-educated Confucian scholars. You don't need to look at them to know that they are all masterpieces. I feel tired, so I can retire!" After that, without waiting for Zhao Guangyi's agreement, he turned around and walked out the door.

Zhao Guangyi was anxious. He knew that he could not stop Mrs. Huarui. He quickly winked at Leng Yi and asked him to stop her.

Leng Yi had no choice but to catch up again, but Mrs. Huarui walked so fast. In a blink of an eye, she had reached the corner door. Leng Yi took a step forward, stopped at the door, and bowed to Mrs. Huarui: "Your Majesty, please stay here for now. I have an unkind favor."

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Mrs. Huarui stopped, turned sideways, frowned slightly, but did not look at him.

Leng Yi said: "I have just appreciated your Majesty's masterpiece, and I am very touched by it. I also want to show off my humiliation and write a poem. Please give me your advice. Is it possible for me to have such an honor?"

Mrs. Huarui wanted something from Leng Yi, so she couldn't refute him face to face. She thought about it and nodded slightly.

Zhao Guangyi was overjoyed and hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Your Majesty, please sit down. Since Leng Aiqing is so eager to learn, I would like to express my gratitude to you for your kindness."

Mrs. Huarui pretended not to hear, and still stood there. She said: "It is still limited to one stick of incense. Lord Leng, please go write the lyrics."

Leng Yi hurriedly said: "My queen, please go back to your seat and have a rest. I will ask for advice when I fill in the words."

"No need, I will be waiting here."

Leng Yi had no choice but to look at Zhao Guangyi.

Everyone in the venue also fell silent and looked at Zhao Guangyi one by one.

Under the gaze of everyone, Zhao Guangyi naturally could not go up to persuade him personally. It would be better if Mrs. Huarui listened to the advice and came back to sit down. If she insisted not to come back, wouldn't Zhao Guangyi, the emperor, lose a lot of face? So, he just sat on the throne and smiled.

Silent.

Leng Yi had no choice but to come back by himself.

The civil servants in the court all held pens and looked at him. Although the seat of Mrs. Huarui in the front row was empty, Leng Yi's status naturally meant that he did not dare to sit in front of these princes and important ministers. He walked to the end and stopped, and the attendants hurriedly

A new table and chairs were brought over, and pens, ink, paper and inkstones were laid out.

A palace maid put another incense stick in the incense burner next to Zhao Guangyi's dragon chair.

Leng Yi knew that Zhao Guangyi wanted to delay as much time as possible to appreciate Mrs. Huarui's beauty. Therefore, he pretended to be deep in thought and slowly studied the ink by himself.

Those civil servants all understood that the emperor was not interested in reading their poems, so they put down their brushes one by one. However, the emperor did not explicitly tell them not to write poems, so they left the table and sat on the chairs, looking sideways.

Leng Yi's expression was mostly indifferent. These were all well-educated people with noble official positions and their eyes were above their heads. How could they ever take a young official in their eyes?

The prince had a good impression of Leng Yi and asked his uncle Zhao Tingmei in a low voice: "How is his literary talent? Don't embarrass yourself at a time like this!"

The last time Zhao Tingmei saw Leng Yi's poem, it was Leng Yi who plagiarized Li Yu's eternal masterpiece "Yu Meiren". She was shocked at the time and thought that it would be a famous poem that would be passed down through the ages. She also introduced Leng Yi as a confidant.

. Now when the prince asked this question, he couldn't help but smile and said in a low voice: "Just wait and enjoy a fine piece of music!"

The prince was slightly stunned and said: "Uncle Emperor, in my impression, your vision is very high. You can't even look down on ordinary poems. Why do you think so highly of this little promotion official? Could it be that he really has this experience?"

Human talent?”

"Whether it is, you will know after one stick of incense!"

Because the venue was very quiet, their low voices were still heard by the civil servants. They all knew that King Zhao Tingmei of Qi was talented and was particularly good at poetry. To be able to get his approval, this little

The recommendation officer should have some skills. He couldn't help but look at Leng Yi with a slight change in his eyes.

Leng Yi was still studying the ink slowly, as if he was thinking hard. More than half of the stick of incense had been burned, but he didn't even write a word.

Zhao Guangyi would not be anxious for him. His whole mind was on Mrs. Huarui at the corner door. Mrs. Huarui stood sideways at the corner door. The maids next to her did not dare to stand side by side with her, so they all stepped back far away.

Because it was the back entrance, there were no lanterns hanging, and the light was dim. She was dressed in monk's clothes, standing tall and tall, like a wintersweet among the ice and snow. Her aloofness touched Zhao Guangyi's heartstrings, and he couldn't help but be fascinated by it.

The concubines, civil servants and generals were still waiting quietly, but the little princes and princesses couldn't bear it anymore, and started to watch the lanterns and guess riddles again. The concubines, princesses and concubines saw that Zhao Guangyi only looked at Mrs. Huarui and did not care.

Stop them from enjoying the lanterns and guessing riddles. Besides, there is no need for so many people to watch for a small promotion official to write poems. So, he took the children and started to guess the riddles. If they guessed correctly, they went to receive the prize.

The prizes were redeemed by the eunuchs. The lantern riddles that had been guessed were taken away and replaced with new lanterns with riddles.

The ministers in the lobby, especially the military generals, also began to joke and talk in low voices. Leng Yi still did not write. Seeing that the incense burned shorter and shorter, even Zhao Tingmei became a little nervous for Leng Yi. Could it be because of the emperor and the ministers?

Now, he is too nervous to write, right?
To be continued...