"Serve with pen and ink!" Su Quan finally became interested, and the palace lady Shan quickly finished the pen and ink, and she picked up the pen and wrote this "Ten Fragrance Court Ci" in a profuse manner.
Although she is not considered a master of calligraphy, her handwriting is still graceful and graceful, and there is a trace of charm in her heroic spirit.
On a whim, Su Quan didn't put down the pen, but wandered around with the pen, and wrote a poem by himself: "In the palace, there are only Zhao's make-up, and the rain and clouds mistake the king. Only after knowing for a month, Zeng Peeping Yan enters Zhaoyang."
The lady in the palace was stunned for a moment, and then realized: "My lady's literary talent is much better than that of Teri Jian from the Southern Dynasty. The other party's words are vulgar, and my lady's words are obviously much more elegant."
"You don't have to flatter me. We Khitans are really good at writing. How can we Khitans compare to those of the Southern Dynasties, but poetry is just a small way after all, and fighting on the battlefield is what Khitans are good at." Su Quan pursed his lips and smiled. , Looking at the poems I wrote, a heroic figure appeared in my mind.
"Your Majesty said it is true." The palace lady Shan seemed to be taught.
"You go back first." Su Quan obviously didn't have the time to spend with her here, and couldn't wait to return to Song Qingshu's embrace.
"Yes~" Maid Shan withdrew respectfully.
She just went out to close the door, Su Quan couldn't wait to take the poem she wrote and threw herself into the arms of Song Qingshu in the back room: "Song Lang, this is for you."
"Give it to me?" Song Qingshu took it over and took a look, but unfortunately he is not a person in the literary world, and he couldn't see the good or bad in it after reading it for a long time, "Speaking of it, I think the one written by the Queen of the Song Dynasty is more interesting .”
For men, the pink ambiguous poem by the empress of the Southern Song Dynasty is obviously more interesting.
Su Quan pouted instantly: "This is written just for you!"
"Written just for me?" Song Qingshu picked up the words and read them again, but unfortunately he was still confused.
Seeing his confused expression, Su Quan knew that he didn't understand, so he had to explain for him: "The word 'Zhao' in 'Only Zhao Jiazhuang' in the palace, and the word 'Wei' in this sentence, here's ' One', your name is hidden in this poem."
Song Qingshu said depressedly: "Zhao Weiyi is obviously not my name."
"Who made your name Song Qingshu so conspicuous? I don't dare to hide it directly in this poem. It is easy to be seen by others." Su Quan was also depressed, "I don't care, anyway, you are Zhao Weiyi now."
"Okay, okay, Zhao Weiyi is Zhao Weiyi." Song Qingshu also understands that it is too risky to hide his real name here, if he is not careful, the situation that Su Quan finally opened here will be ruined.
In the next few days, Song Qingshu would often protect Shen Bijun during the day, and go to Su Quan at midnight. It can be said that he lived a fairy-like life.
Let's say that I was chatting with Shen Bijun here today, when Song Qingshu's face suddenly changed, he winked directly at Shen Bijun, and then stood up respectfully, as if a serious actor was accepting the concubine's instructions.
Shen Bijun was taken aback for a moment, but when he saw a lot of guards walking in, he suddenly realized.
After seeing that the leader was actually Xiao Shishilang, Shen Bijun's expression changed, thinking that the other party was coming for her, subconsciously took a step back: "What do you want to do?"
Xiao Shishilang took a deep look at her, obviously he was a little bit worried about the rejection of the other party who robbed her of marriage last time, but it was naturally inconvenient for him to show anything in front of so many big inner guards.
He glanced at Shen Bijun, then suddenly turned his eyes to Song Qingshu who was at the side, waved his hand, and said sharply, "Take it for me!"
Song Qingshu was stunned for a moment, he was standing aside and planned to watch a bloody drama, but Xiao Shishilang turned his target to himself.
Just as he was dazed at this moment, the surrounding guards had drawn out their knives and surrounded him in a circle.
Song Qingshu can still calm down, but Shen Bijun's face has paled, subconsciously thinking that his relationship with him has been exposed. But now the other party is her only hope, she hurriedly asked: "Xiao Shishilang, what do you mean?"
Many guards in the field looked at the two in amazement, and she felt that the relationship between the two seemed a little unusual. But who in the palace is not a human spirit, so no one said anything.
"Reporting to my lord, Zhao Weiyi is involved in the prostitution-chaos harem, so he needs to be thrown into the dungeon for investigation." Xiao Shishilang explained.
"Prostitution-chaos in the harem?" Shen Bijun's pretty face blushed instantly, thinking she was talking about herself, she couldn't help being ashamed and angry, "Nonsense."
Seeing her expression, Xiao Shishilang knew that she was thinking about it. He hesitated for a moment and walked over to tell her in a low voice: "Someone reported that Zhao Weiyi has been frequenting the empress's palace recently."
"Ah?" Shen Bijun was dumbfounded for a moment, she couldn't think of the relationship between Zhao Weiyi and the empress.
Although the conversation between the two was quiet, how could it be hidden from Song Qingshu's eyes and ears, he was secretly startled when he heard it, how did the matter between himself and Su Quan be exposed? He knew very well in his heart that every time he went to her bedroom, he was careful and cautious, and he was never discovered by anyone. If he couldn't even be sure of this with his martial arts, he could buy a piece of tofu and kill him.
At this time, in the imperial study room, Yelu Hongji was gloomyly looking at the "Ten Fragrance Court Ci" in his hand, and naturally recognized that it was the queen's notes, the ambiguous pink words in it looked so dazzling now.
Yelu Hongji became more and more angry as he watched, he threw the paper in his hand to the ground, glared at the maid Shan who was kneeling on the ground, and said angrily, "Tell me, what's going on?"
No man could bear the shame of being hated. The more he doted on the queen, the stronger his anger became.
The palace lady Shan knelt on the ground and shivered: "Don't dare to lie to the emperor. Yesterday Zhao Weiyi called him to play the zither, claiming that there was an order from Empress Yide. .”
"From morning to evening, after the tune, the queen looked under the curtain, and then played with Zhao Weiwei through the curtain. At night, ordered to light the candles, and ordered Zhao Weiwei to take off his official uniform and wear a green scarf, gold Wiping forehead, narrow-sleeved violet shirt, beaded black boots... ”
Hearing this, Yelu Hongji's eyes jumped, obviously thinking of his wife asking another man to undress in front of him, he felt as if there was a grassland on his head.
Maid Shan glanced at him quietly, and continued: "The empress is wearing a purple gold hundred phoenix shirt, an apricot gold skirt, a hundred treasure flower hairpins on her head, and red phoenix flower boots on her feet, so that Zhao Weiyi put aside the inner tent again and played the pipa to each other."
She spoke in such detail that every detail was restored clearly, which gave Yelu Hongji a sense of being there, but no man would want this feeling.
(end of this chapter)