At this time, voices came from beside him. (饭)$(cun)$(小)$(说)$(网).
"It seems that the rumors outside are indeed true, Third Prince, you have a child."
"Look at Princess Yuehai's face, it's almost dark."
"Why does the third prince even bring this child with him when he chooses a concubine? Isn't it just a bastard, or he just brought it back. The mother doesn't know who she is, but why does she love her so much? If anyone marries in the future, what will happen? ?It's not easy to be a stepmother. It's fine if you're an ordinary bastard, but you're a favored one. I don't know how hard it will be for the third concubine in the future."
The ones who spoke were the two young ladies who were sitting next to the seat of the Liu family and the seat of the Zhou family. They sang and sang together, their voices were not loud, but Liu Wei was sitting close to the two of them, so they could hear them clearly .
Hearing this, Liu Wei raised his head again and looked at Rong Leng.
The man was dressed in a black robe with an extraordinary appearance. He wore a long sword around his muscular waist. The body of the sword was black, and the prosperous pattern on the scabbard looked like some kind of ancient totem.
Liu Wei has seen this sword many times, but never looked at it so carefully like now.
Or from this point of view, this man is so matched with this sword, and there is a huge difference from what he saw in the past.
Liu Wei withdrew her gaze, knowing that she couldn't watch it any more. Although she didn't know why, Liu Wei subconsciously felt that if she watched it again, it would be terrible.
After a while, all the men arrived, the prince and the queen greeted them, then stepped forward and sat on the seat next to the queen.
The others sat in seats of different grades under the guidance of the eunuch.
After sitting down, the queen asked the prince, "Where is your fifth brother?"
The prince said: "Drink too much, let him rest for a while."
The queen's complexion was not good: "You just let him get drunk? I don't know what day it is today?"
The crown prince glanced at his mother, then at the female relatives below, and said: "Whether he comes or not, the mother's queen has already been chosen, what difference does it make if you come or not?"
The queen frowned and looked at her son, but the prince had already turned his eyes away and looked elsewhere.
The queen didn't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that the prince's words just now were somewhat resentful.
The queen pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked: "How is Ya'er?"
The prince said indifferently: "The body has been better these few days, but the fetal position is a little unstable. The imperial doctor said that it is not appropriate to move too much."
"This is her first child, you should spend more time with her."
The prince said casually: "Today is not the time to talk about family affairs, the queen mother should start quickly."
The queen then turned her eyes away, looked at the people below, and finally her eyes fell on Liu Xiaoli, frowning: "Why did he bring the child?"
The prince did not speak, picked up the teacup beside him, and took a sip of tea.
The queen frowned and glanced at her son, finally sighed, and said to her son: "Today is just the time for a meeting, and a hundred flowers are blooming, and the girls of every family are flower lovers, why don't we let the hundred flowers start the show. "
As the queen spoke, she raised her hand to Shu Zhen.
Shu Zhen picked an osmanthus flower from below and handed it to the Queen's palm.
The queen brought the flower to the tip of her nose and sniffed it, nodded her head, and said, "It really smells like osmanthus, so if someone is willing to write a poem about this sweet-scented osmanthus, it's not in vain, the flowers are so beautiful."
As soon as the queen's words fell, they began to whisper to each other. Finally, a man in a blue robe with a jade face stood up and said in a loud voice: "If I'm not good enough, I'll present a ugly song, and I hope the empress will give her pointers."
The queen raised her hand, indicating that he could start.
The young man looked up at the osmanthus trees around him, sniffed the fragrance of flowers in the air, his eyes were misty, as if immersed in the sea of flowers, and slowly said: "The fragrance is so fragrant in the world. , why is it called Mingyan?"
After the voice fell, there was a burst of applause around.
The queen handed the osmanthus branch to Shuzhen, Shuzhen took it, held the osmanthus branch, went down to the young master, and presented the osmanthus branch.
The young man in blue robe took the sweet-scented osmanthus flower, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and said: "Since it is a gift from the empress, I will borrow the flower to present to the Buddha. Please this aunt, please present this flower to the second young lady of the Zhou family."
Sitting not far from Liu Wei, the second miss of the Zhou family smiled when she heard the words, obviously she knew the young master, Shu Zhen sent the flowers over, and under the envious gazes of the crowd, the second miss of the Zhou family put the flowers on the table. On the table, a blush rose on his face.
The blue-robed young man sat down, and the pride in his eyes slowly overflowed.
In fact, with so many people sitting here, who can't improvise poetry? But he was fast, and he didn't care whether the poem was good or not, but after all, he got the first place, which can be regarded as the queen's favor.
That's worth it.
The blue-robed young man thought about it, and then looked at the second young lady of the Zhou family, thinking, with this situation, it would be easier for his family to propose marriage to the Zhou family.
His family is several levels lower than Zhou's, so if he wants to marry high, he must make more plans.
Yu Wenminxin was also aroused a bit of interest at the moment, she said in Liu Wei's ear: "Sister Wei'er, I also have a poem here, do you think I should get up and read it too?"
Although there was a man in front who had read poetry, the woman hadn't. Yu Wenminxin was a little shy, wondering if she should get up and show off.
In fact, there are so many women gathered today, even if it is not for marriage, each of them does not want to be compared by others, vying to be the one who catches the queen's eyes the most.
Liu Wei didn't know what Yu Wenminxin asked her to do, if she missed it, she would remember it, if she didn't miss it, she wouldn't, so there was no need to be entangled.
But Yu Wen Minxin has a tangled temperament, just now she can toss about a piece of music for so long, Liu Wei said: "Read your poems to me."
Yu Wenqian heard it from the side, and tugged on Yu Wenminxin's sleeve, reminding Yu Wenminxin not to speak.
How can anyone read his poems casually to outsiders? If as soon as she finishes reading, this Liu Wei will get up and read by herself, and if she is in the limelight, won't that just help others
But Yu Wen Minxin was not good at composing poems, so she was not afraid of being stolen by others, and she trusted Liu Wei, so she pulled back her sleeves and read the poems to Liu Wei, regardless of her aunt.
After Wen Minxin finished reading, Yu Wenqian's face turned dark, and she was wary, afraid that Liu Wei would have some crooked thoughts.
Liu Wei didn't care about Yu Wenqian's narrow-mindedness at all, but just reminiscing about Yu Wenminxin's poem just now, thinking about how to evaluate it so as not to blow people to death!
Liu Wei can't compose poetry, but Liu Wei also has some understanding of Chinese classical literature, so although Liu Wei can't compose poetry, he is a person who can appreciate poetry.
Qingyun Kingdom is not the real ancient China, that is, there are no historical dynasties such as Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing, and of course there are no those historical celebrities, let alone those masterpieces handed down from generation to generation.
In Liu Wei's ears, Yu Wenminxin's poems are rougher than those made by the blue-robed young man just now. The younger daughter's meaning is too clear to be elegant, but in Yu Wenminxin's eyes, the trust is too heavy, and Liu Wei can't bear it. Criticize too much.
When Liu Wei was a little tangled, Liu Yao over there was also racking her brains to compose a poem, but Liu Yao couldn't compose it, and just happened to hear Yu Wen Minxin compose it, so her eyes lit up, she suddenly got up, and faced the queen in front of her. The empress said: "Your Majesty, here is a song for my little girl, I hope you can taste it or two."