Zhu Youjian glanced around, and Zhou Yufeng stopped talking. Hu Xinxue and Wang Meiyu didn't mean to do anything, so he had to say it himself.
I don’t know if the quality of fireworks in this era is satisfactory. If there is a piercing gun, it will be troublesome.
Fortunately, no. Zhu Youjian lit the fireworks. After a few seconds, the fireworks "swish" like a flintlock bullet and rose into the sky, exploding a flying butterfly in the sky.
"Ah, butterfly!" Wan'er clapped her hands, raised her little face, and the green silk on her temples danced slightly with her body trembling, like a butterfly in the peach blossoms with steamed vegetables and nectar.
When Zhou Yufeng looked at the fireworks again, they were already swallowed by the night. Wang Meiyu hid her mouth and smiled. Hu Xinxue, standing at the back of the crowd, was limited in silence. She thought of Yansui's New Year's Eve, and Zhu Youjian took her to put the fireworks.
Chrysanthemum, plum blossom, lotus, camellia, flowers are different, Zhu Youjian was fascinated for a while, and casually chanted a poem by Bian Zhilin: "You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.//People who watch the scenery look at you on the bridge.//Mingyue Decorate your windows//You decorate other people’s dreams//"
"Your Majesty is laughing at his concubines?" Wan'er pouted, wondering whether she was angry or acting like a baby.
"No, I just think you are also like a butterfly, and you are still a butterfly," Zhu Youjian put some fireworks, "Look, does it look like Wan'er's temple hair?"
"So your Majesty still writes poems?" Wang Meiyu didn't care whether the blooming fireworks looked like Wan'er, she looked at Zhu Youjian expectantly, "Your Majesty, can you make a poem for your concubines?"
"It's okay, it's just..." Zhu Youzhen didn't know if there was a poem for the occasion in his mind.
"Just what? Is it because your Majesty Jiang Lang is exhausted?" Wang Meiyu scorned Zhu Youjian infrequently. Wang Wang's eyes looked like crystals covered with a layer of veil under the illumination of palace lanterns.
"Okay, then I will try it, listen carefully," Zhu Youjian coughed and adjusted his breathing. It seemed that he had a trick. If Hu Xinxue and Zhou Yufeng both let themselves write poems, wouldn't they show their stuff? "Under the crystal curtain, I peeked out, half of my arm covered the frankincense, and my skin was really like snow, and I couldn't let anyone cool down.
Wang Meiyu is good at learning Chinese. How did you know that this Qing Dynasty poet Sun Yuanxiang's "Impact" describes the frankincense of a mature woman. This kind of archaic is not easier to understand than the vernacular poem written to Wan'er just now. Wang Meiyu doesn't understand it at all. The meaning of the poem is just there.
Zhou Yufeng, a talented girl from Jiangnan, understands. She laughed so that her chest trembled. It would be more appropriate to describe her. She was not funny, so she had to cover her mouth, her upper body was shaking rhythmically, and she was afraid of hurting the fetus in her abdomen. , Had to pinch his waist with his left hand, desperately trying to straighten up, but in the end he leaned against Zhu Youjian.
Wan'er no longer had any concerns about pregnancy. She laughed so much that she burst into tears and snotty her nose. Her body was already unsteady, so she had to hold her belly, bend down and squat down, and then looked at Zhu Youjian with her head up, laughing wildly, even with her right hand covered in it. No nose or tears were noticed.
Hu Xinxue is also literate, there are obvious words in the poem, how can she not understand? Also smiled lightly.
"Is it so funny?" Zhu Youjian stared at the concubines one by one, and then reached out to help Zhou Yufeng, "Feng'er, be careful, don't hurt the child."
Wang Meiyu was really icy and smart. She was originally just to join in the fun. How could she understand poems. Seeing the reaction of the girls, she immediately understood that it was not a good poem, so she couldn’t help glaring at Zhu Youzhen with two white crystals on her face. It became two red lanterns.
Zhu Youjian deliberately ignored Wang Meiyu and pulled Wan'er a hand, "Wan'er, the fireworks have been put out, let's go back and rest!" He put an arm around Zhou Yufeng's waist again, "Feng'er, be careful, don't be too much. tired."
His eyes met Hu Xinxue, who was still smiling, "Xue'er, it's late at night, it's cold outside, let's go back!"
Zhou Yufeng was a little tired and walked obediently into the palace. Wan'er and Hu Xinxue followed Zhu Youjian, talking and laughing together and returned.
Zhu Youjian was about to reach out to Wang Meiyu. Wang Meiyu didn't appreciate it. She threw away Zhu Youjian's hand and rushed to the front of the crowd angrily.
Zhou Yufeng's body remained unchanged, Wan'er stayed in Kunning Palace, waiting for Zhu Youjian to wash her feet and change clothes. Hu Xinxue accompanied Wang Meiyu, who was still angry, and went back to the palace to rest. They lived in Yanxi Palace and Jingyang Palace. Kunning Palace is only a few steps away.
When Zhu Youjian came to Zhou Yufeng's bedroom, Zhou Yufeng was already leaning against the bedside, as if thinking about something funny, with a smile on his face.
Seeing Zhu Youjian coming over, his smile became denser, "Your Majesty..."
Zhu Youjian nodded and sat down on the edge of Zhou Yufeng's bed, "What is Feng'er laughing at? Come and listen."
Zhou Yufeng’s small face seemed to have stolen two lighted red candles. Now there are only two people in her boudoir. She did not avoid it, but met Zhu Youjian’s gaze, "Your Majesty, the poem just now, Is it really improvised by your Majesty?"
Zhu Youjian thought, the poet is not born yet, and he is not afraid to expose the Western sceneries, "Of course, do I have time, do it in advance, and wait for you to ask questions? Haha, but I am usually busy with government affairs and rarely When you write poetry, you have to keep asking, I'm afraid that it's really only Jiang Lang's talents."
"Haha, Your Majesty, do you say Sister Yuer knows the meaning of the poem?"
"I'm just kidding, and it's okay to know. Is it true that I... I am not such a person."
"Your Majesty... What kind of person is Your Majesty?" Zhou Yufeng looked at Zhu Youzhen in a veined manner. Under the red candlelight, Zhu Youzhen's face became more resolute, compared to the day when he was married in Xunqin Palace. At times, more like a real man.
"Feng'er, what do you think?"
"Well... From the eyes of your concubine, Your Majesty... Your Majesty is not like the emperor, but more like the matriarch of our sisters. At least in the harem, your Majesty is such a person."
"That's right," Zhu Youjian gently hugged Zhou Yufeng's fragrant shoulders, letting her lie in his arms, "Emperor, that's what he said to the ministers. In this harem, I am your magistrate. You are all my family."
"Yeah." Zhou Yufeng's head was still buried in Zhu Youzhen's arms, and she was too lazy to raise her head, and snorted lazily in Zhu Youzhen's arms.
The happy time is always very short. Zhou Yufeng hopes Zhu Youjian will stay, but thinking of her physical inconvenience, she still bit her silver teeth: "Your Majesty, the concubines are tired, go down to Wan'er, she is eager to have Children."
"Not busy, Feng'er, tomorrow is Xinyuan, I will also give myself a vacation, let's talk here now." Zhu Youzhen lightly stroked Zhou Yufeng's small face, and leaned down again. It was as smooth and tender as Zhou Yufeng. There was a peck on the cheek.
Zhou Yufeng closed her phoenix eyes and silently felt Zhu Youjian's tenderness. After a long time, she closed her eyes slightly and said, "Your Majesty, do you want to see our children?"
"Well, naturally I want to see." Zhu Youjian reached into the quilt, and under Zhou Yufeng's guidance, he put on Zhou Yufeng's still smooth and plump abdomen, "Hey, my child seems to know that I want to visit him, he is moving. Yeah!"
Zhou Yufeng smirked: "Your Majesty, the child has been six months old, of course he can move."
The two stayed warm for a while, and finally Zhou Yufeng pushed Zhu Youzhen away, "Your Majesty should go to Sister Yu'er. She is really angry tonight."
"Yu'er won't be so stingy, don't worry," Zhu Youjian pecked Zhou Yufeng's forehead again before leaving Zhou Yufeng's bedroom, "Feng'er, too, rest early."
Zhu Youjian didn't know what was going on with Wang Meiyu, he first came to Wan'er's Jingren Palace.
Wan'er had just taken a bath, her hair was still wet, her pink jacket and beige dress, under the soft candlelight, she had a unique charm.
Zhu Youjian saw that Wan'er was laughing alone, probably because of the poem just now, "Wan'er, what are you laughing at? Do you know that I will be here tonight?"
Wan'er was taken aback. She suddenly narrowed her smile, and patted her chest with her little hand, "Your Majesty, no sound? I scared the concubine to death!"
Zhu Youzhen smiled: "Wan'er doesn't need to show off, I know you have a big chest, whiter and softer than the steamed buns in the palace."
Wan'er is like a lithe deer. She put on the red embroidered shoes and rushed towards Zhu Youjian silently.
Zhu Youjian thought that Wan'er was going to work hard, but Wan'er hugged Zhu Youjian's waist, buried her head in Zhu Youjian's chest, closed her eyes slightly, and her little face that had just been smoked by the hot water was slightly red. : "Your Majesty will bully Wan'er."
After a pause, it seemed that I had enough rest in Zhu Youzhen's arms. Then he raised his head slightly and looked at Zhu Youzhen timidly: "Anyway, the concubine is your Majesty's person. You can bully whatever your Majesty wants." As soon as he finished speaking, his head was buried in Zhu Youjian's chest again, greedily breathing the masculine spirit from Zhu Youqian.
Zhu Youzhen gently hugged Wan'er's small waist, his big hand was about to move down, just about to get a zero distance with Wan'er's fragrant buttocks, but Wan'er whispered in Zhu Youzhen's arms: "Your Majesty, Why did you suddenly start poetry? I have never seen it before..."
Zhu Youzhen knew that Wan'er was asking about the first poem. She was smirking just now, she must be reminiscing about this little poem, "Wan'er is like that cheerful and carefree butterfly in my mind. Even if I am tired from reviewing the ministers’ memorials, as long as I think of Wan'er, my mood will get better."
"Your Majesty!" Wan'er arched her head into Zhu Youzhen's arms again, and her hands leaked Zhu Youzhen's waist tighter.
Zhu Youzhen smoothly put her big hands on Wan'er's two fragrant hips this time, Wan'er did not dodge, she was expecting silently, but heard Zhu Youzhen's somewhat disappointing voice: "Wan'er, Yu Yu tonight Are you a little angry?"
"Well, maybe it is!" Wan'er didn't lift her head, her body remained motionless, still keeping the same posture.
"Wan'er, you go call Yu'er over, and I coax her. Tonight is New Year's Eve. If you get angry, you will feel angry at the end of the year." Zhu Youzhen said in his mouth, and his hands were not idle.
"Well, Your Majesty!" Wan'er replied lazily, but did not do anything.
Zhu Youzhen withdrew his troubled hands, cupped Wan'er's little tender face, and pecked on her fragrant lips, "Wan'er, go, Yu'er may be waiting for you to come to comfort you!"
Wan'er reluctantly left Zhu Youjian's warm embrace.
After a while, Zhu Youjian heard soft footsteps coming from outside, like embroidered shoes with soft soles touching the ground. It is estimated that Wan'er is back.