Women wear men overhead Su Wen 07-08
Ye Junge closed his eyes and rested his mind, and slept with Mo Yuanling until noon, and woke him up when he was really hungry.
"What's wrong?" Mo Yuanling opened his eyes and kissed his lover, his voice was still unspeakably tired.
"I'm hungry." Ye Junge pursed his lips, feeling that this statement was not good, so he changed it, "You have slept for a long time, eat something before going to sleep."
Mo Yuanling smiled happily, the wife is so cute: "Okay, eat first, don't starve my wife to death."
"What's your name?" Ye Junge narrowed his eyes, reached in with one hand and directly grasped the two balls under someone's lifeblood, exerting a little force.
Mo Yuanling gasped: "I'm wrong madam! Don't pinch!"
Ye Junge snorted before letting go. He can accept Madam, but it doesn't mean he can accept such a feminine title as "daughter-in-law", although... it's not bad...
After dinner, Mo Yuanling acted like a fool and refused to let go of Ye Junge, still hugged him and slept beautifully, and when he woke up, it was the climax of the moon.
"Did you say you plan to stay up at night?" Ye Junge looked at him with a half-smile.
Mo Yuanling added a spring roll to feed him, and said solemnly: "I have to do other meaningful things tonight."
"..." Ye Junge was speechless.
Meaningful things or something... color embryo...
Half a month later, the capital city returned to its thriving posture, as if there had been no turmoil before, but the eldest prince and some officials were missing in the capital. King Huaimin did not escape either, and the palace was breached by rebels from somewhere. King Huaimin was slashed and could only lie on the bed from then on. His son was disfigured, and a big scar was left on his face , very scary.
When the early dynasty resumed, all the officials shrank like quails, and no one dared to speak out, for fear that the emperor would be upset.
They didn't want to cause any trouble, but unfortunately the emperor didn't intend to let them continue to shrink down. Memorials were thrown down one after another, and the things written on them were shocking.
"Ai Qing, don't you pick it up and take a look?" Emperor Qi was not angry, all the officials buried their heads lower, or the Tai Tuo stepped forward to pick up one of them and glanced at it, his expression changed drastically on the spot.
"Your Majesty! This?!" The Taifu held the memorial with trembling hands, neither throwing it nor taking it.
Emperor Qi saw that the teacher had picked up the memorial, and his expression softened a bit: "Teacher doesn't have to be like this, it's none of his business." He waved his hand and signaled the eunuch to go down and pick it up, and read it to them one by one.
Every time I read a sentence, the ministers standing under the steps became panicked.
What was written in the memorial was nothing but the "good deeds" done by the prince's lineage, including poisoning the emperor.
When the prince heard this, he didn't care about the rest of the sentence, so he hurriedly stepped forward and knelt down, crying out his injustice: "Father! My son's filial piety to you can be learned from heaven and earth! Don't be a villain!" Blinded!"
Emperor Qi looked at him coldly, apparently in disbelief.
The crown prince's grandfather left Prime Minister took a step forward: "Your Majesty! This must be framed by someone, please investigate clearly!"
Emperor Qi watched indifferently as the only remaining officials from the prince's line stood up to support the prince, and didn't say anything, but just motioned the eunuch to continue reading.
After the morning court, everyone left the hall tremblingly, feeling a sense of gratitude that they survived the catastrophe, and then thought gloatingly that the crown prince was finished.
In the end, the prince's lineage came up with forged evidence, pushed out the big prince's top cylinder, and picked the prince out, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that Emperor Qi still believed in his heart that it was the prince who did it.
No one can stop the matter of the abolished empress, no matter how much the protagonist Ninth Prince cries and pretends to be pitiful, Emperor Qi has no intention of changing his mind.
The queen was sent to the cold palace, and the prince was reprimanded by three memorials, listing forty-nine crimes of disloyalty, filial piety, and benevolence. Countless other officials have been implicated.
Tian Ye had passed the most difficult midsummer, and everyone was relieved. After the prince's line was weak, the second prince and the seventh prince rose up and became the most popular candidates for the prince. The second, third, and fourth princes followed closely behind, but the sixth and eighth princes remained unknown. The sixth prince was not destined for a high position because of his shuang'er status, and the eighth prince's mother clan was not strong enough, and there were too few people who supported him.
The Ninth Prince was still making noise, but the news came recently that the Ninth Prince was frightened by the scars of Prince Huaimin, fell seriously ill, and then refused to see him again, which made the people in the capital see quite a joke.
The situation in the capital suddenly became obscure. Everyone was guessing who among the remaining princes would be the last laugher, and some anxious ones had already started planning their positions.
Looking at the few powerful generals at present, they are Xiangmomo, and every prince wants to win them over, especially the two Zhennan and Beibei generals who are on standby in Beijing.
General Zhendong is getting old, and he has handed over his military power to prepare for retirement. Even if he is recruited, he will not work hard to help. The main reason is that he has no power. He has accumulated a lot of hidden injuries in the early years of battle, and his health is not as good as a year, etc. In the future, when the prince really starts to compete for the throne, he still doesn't know if he will be there or not.
These generals are valuable in their own right. Regardless of the fact that Zhendong and Zhenxi generals have handed in the tiger charms, their prestige in the army has not decreased much. Relying on the face of General Zhendong to command and mobilize some people, but if they are asked to follow the rebellion and fight for the throne, it is estimated that few soldiers will follow and obey.
General Zhenxi is currently stationed in Tibet. The Tibetans there have always been restless, and there are extreme cultists doing things that harm others and benefit themselves. General Zhenxi rarely has the opportunity to return to Beijing.
Compared with General Zhennan, General Zhenbei is their most preferred target.
The army in the south is fighting against the small southern barbarian countries, especially the fourteen countries in the southwestern border. Some of them are good at raising insects, using poison, and all kinds of strange tricks, so the soldiers there are largely good at It is not the more obvious tactics such as positional warfare, but some ability to deal with strange methods and experience in flanking guerrillas. After all, there are not many flat battlefields there, but mountains, rivers and rivers are everywhere, the terrain is complex and difficult to distinguish, and there are various climates and vegetation.
What seems wrong for them to come to the capital to face the imperial guards head-on
Of course, there is another reason, is it true that the army from the hot and humid extreme south will not be acclimatized to the dry and cold capital in the north and will not be able to fight at all? !
The Zhenbei Army is different. They have been stationed at the northwest border all year round, defending against the wolves and tigers of the grassland Huns. The men in the barracks are not afraid of death. The climate over there is even colder than in the capital, and there won't be much discomfort in the capital, and maybe they feel more comfortable staying in the capital. The most important thing is that those soldiers are really fierce, one and the other are trivial. They are by no means comparable to the Zhenxi Army who fought against the Tibetan believers, the Zhennan Army who fought against terrain stations, and the Zhendong Lord who fought against Japanese pirates in naval battles. of.
Sending away another person who was close to the door, Ye Junge tugged at Mo Yuanling's ear irritably: "You provoked it all!"
Mo Yuanling apologized bitterly, although his wife was indeed making trouble for no reason. If the soldiers of the Zhenbei Army saw his boss like this, he would definitely be shocked.
The two of them fought and quarreled until dinner time, when the servant came in to remind them, they calmed down a bit.
At dinner time, Mo Yuanling continued to carry out the great cause of feeding. Ever since he tossed Ye Junge so hard that he couldn't get out of bed, so he fed three meals a day himself, Mo Yuanling was full of enthusiasm for this activity. When the two of them ate together, they only focused on feeding him. Ye Junge reminded him to eat, but he insisted on Ye Junge feeding him.
Ye Junge reluctantly took a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth, telling him to eat well. It's not like he doesn't have hands, so he fed it back and forth in a non-greasy way.
"General, there are messengers outside asking to see you, and they seem very anxious." The boy stood at the entrance of the hall and said loudly.
"Let him in." Mo Yuanling looked at Ye Junge and asked softly, "Are you full?"
Ye Junge put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth with a towel: "I'm full, you haven't eaten much yet."
Mo Yuanling stared at him, the meaning was self-evident.
Ye Junge slapped him on the back of the head: "Eat quickly, don't make a fuss."
Mo Yuanling had no choice but to eat obediently.
The messenger soldier came in hurriedly, and before he had time to cup his fists, he said, "The border is in an emergency, and the Xiongnu soldiers are pressing down on the border. The lieutenant general asked his subordinates to report the news."
Mo Yuanling put down his chopsticks: "How is the situation?"
"It's not too urgent, but it's better for you to rush there as soon as possible, General." The messenger soldier spoke quickly.
"Why has there been no news?" The Xiongnu cannot assemble their troops overnight, and they have not received warnings before.
"There is an internal response in the army, and it has been purged."
Mo Yuanling frowned and nodded: "Where's the palace? Did you pass the news?"
"It has already been passed on."
Waved to let the messenger go down to rest first, Mo Yuanling continued to sit down and eat.
"Aren't you in a hurry?" Ye Junge raised his eyebrows, and suddenly remembered that this happened in the original book, and Mo Yuanling returned safely, and brought back the news that the Xiongnu had asked for a marriage. Because the strength of the two sides is equal, the main reason is that the Xiongnu had premeditated, and Tian Yechao rushed to fight, so it was only slightly better. But at that time, it was already late spring, and the fight had been going on for too long, and both sides didn't really want to continue the fight, so Tian Ye simply married the unfavored sixth prince. It is also because this generation of emperors has no daughters, otherwise they would not marry a twin if they were not favored.
Ye Junge thought to himself, this is a good opportunity, if Luo Anian is married, he won't be able to disturb Chao Gang anymore.
Mo Yuanling ate slowly: "Don't worry, wait for His Majesty's call first, otherwise I will rush into the palace right now or start to pack my luggage. Shouldn't I just tell Your Majesty that I know everything about the Northwest even though I'm in Beijing? Even if everyone knows it well You can't directly talk about the matter, or His Majesty will definitely feel uncomfortable, and then suspect me suspiciously, and you will be in trouble."
Mo Yuanling suddenly smiled and moved his face closer: "Ma'am, I guess my husband will be away for a long time, will you miss me?" There was a hint of apprehension in his tone.
Ye Junge raised his lips slightly: "What do you think?"
Mo Yuanling stared at him for a long time, then sat back in frustration, counting the food one by one, like a husky with drooping ears.
Ye Junge stretched out his hand to smooth his hair, with a wicked smile on his mouth, but he said solemnly, "What's your expression? Of course I miss you, remember to come back early."
After speaking, looking at his suddenly bright eyes, he added casually: "Otherwise I will remarry."
Mo Yuanling took a deep breath and nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, I will try my best to fight the enemy, and then I will come back to accompany you soon!"
The two stayed together for a while, Mo Yuanling was called away by the eunuch in the palace, Ye Junge finished drinking tea slowly, and went back to sleep first.
Mo Yuanling has been very busy in the following days, preparing for the expedition, and after Luo Annian knew about the expedition, he wanted to join him. He has already found that Mo Yuanling is alienating him, and there is no way to go on the expedition for such a long time Contact, if you don't take his heart back before this, don't even think about it in the future.
Mo Yuanling was too lazy to deal with him, so he sent him away with the most ruthless words, and then continued to busy with his own affairs.
Luo Annian, who was said to be "adding chaos", was hit by him with tears in his eyes, and hated Ye Junge even more in his heart. It was him who stole his Yuan Ling.
Two nights before the farewell, Ye Junge took a leisurely bath in the big bath, and the weather gradually turned cold, especially in Kyoto, where there are almost no spring and autumn seasons. Ye Junge's body is more afraid of heat than cold. It's better that he has mental strength to protect his body, but he still feels a little uncomfortable.
Mo Yuanling sneaked in, and he worked overtime to get everything right, just to spend the whole day with his lover.
"Coming?" Ye Junge opened his eyes and looked at him, no matter how lightly he moved, he would have noticed it, but he had no intention of chasing him away, how could he not be reluctant to part with him for half a year.
Mo Yuanling removed his clothes and got into the water, breaking through the water in the direction of Ye Junge.
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"Ma'am." Mo Yuanling came to him, hugged his waist and rubbed, "I started to miss you before I left."
Ye Junge sighed: "It's here again, I hear sweet talk from you every day."
Mo Yuanling smiled embarrassingly: "Madam..."
Ye Junge took the initiative to lean into his arms, and rubbed his cheek against his strong chest muscles: "Today... um... I'll let you do it all."
Mo Yuanling's eyes lit up, and he hugged him back: "You said that!"
Ye Junge snorted, gnawed on his chest, leaving a tooth mark, raised his hand to touch it in satisfaction, then turned around, supported the wall of the pool with both hands, raised his hips: "Come on."
Mo Yuanling watched his lover's provocative posture, restrained the desire to rush straight to the bottom, gently stroked his back with one hand, and stretched him gently with the other.
He is too big, and every time he is intimate with each other is very hard.
Ye Junge swayed his hips slightly, moaning impatiently, wanting him to come in quickly, penetrate him, and possess him.
Mo Yuanling held back his desire and carefully expanded for him. After a long time, when Ye Junge couldn't help urging him, he pressed his penis against his entrance and let him swallow it little by little.
Even though he had done it so many times, Ye Junge still didn't quite get used to it. Mo Yuanling didn't dare to move, so Ye Junge had to control the rhythm himself. He moved his body slightly, slowly pressed back, and slowly swallowed the thick giant. The extremely stretched intestinal wall felt a little aching, Ye Junge took a deep breath, and then relentlessly continued to the end.
"Baby!" Mo Yuanling was taken aback, hugged him tightly, and wanted to back out to see if he was injured, but Ye Junge shook his head to stop him. At every moment, I have no choice but to reach out and feel for the place where he meets her, and press gently to make him feel better.
Ye Junge groaned: "You move."
Seeing that he really didn't feel uncomfortable, Mo Yuanling began to thrust slowly.
The original rhythm moved once and for all, advancing into the wonderful depths. The feeling of being one made the man more excited. Ye Junge felt the giant in his body trembling slightly. Because it was too long, it was straight against his glands. Every shake is rubbed against it, bringing more tingling pleasure.
"Ha... ha... quick... faster... uh... fast..."
Mo Yuanling's actions were too gentle, and Ye Junge was completely dissatisfied. The man had no choice but to slowly speed up his movements.
"Quicker... a little more... ah... um... ok... awesome..."
"How about this?" Mo Yuanling pressed his gland hard, "Is it comfortable?"
"Hmm..." Ye Junge narrowed his eyes, and the giant object behind him came in and out. The lubricating water had no effect. The inner wall was stretched to the maximum, and there was no gap between it and the giant object. The friction produced great resistance, and the pleasure was also great. great.
Ye Junge moaned intermittently, feeling like he was going to be smashed, the strength on this guy's waist is really strong...
"Ma'am..." Mo Yuanling shot out with a low growl, then withdrew slightly, let the liquid inside flow out, then buried it again, and continued to fight.
From the bathroom to the house, the two went crazy for a day and a night, and Ye Junge had a chance to close his eyes and fall asleep the next evening. Mo Yuanling stared deeply at his lover's eyebrows, and kissed the center of his brow with distress. He knew that his lover had always been a light sleeper, and could only sleep deeply when he was by his side. Once he left, he might not be able to sleep peacefully for half a year. sleep.
"Take care of yourself." Mo Yuanling sighed and said softly, then closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
The two got up early the next day, and Ye Junge stood on the tower in formal attire, watching Mo Yuanling lead the troops away.
Smoke all the way.
Mo Yuanling didn't look back, but he knew that his wife had been watching him.
It had been four months since Mo Yuanling left, but Ye Junge wasn't worried about him. Anyway, the original book said that he came back safely, with no missing arms or legs, so Ye Junge missed him occasionally, and turned around and threw it aside.
It's almost Chinese New Year, although Ye Junge is not in the mood, but the boy has been looking forward to it, the housekeeper came here specially to ask how the New Year is going to be done, Ye Junge waved his hand to let him do whatever he wanted, and then took the boy out to go shopping and buy new year's goods, he was really looking forward to it The big eyes can't take it anymore.
When I came back from the street, I received the news of the palace banquet. The palace holds an annual banquet every year, and all officials of the third rank and above have to bring their wives/juns and their children into the palace. Apart from the royal family in the Tianye Dynasty, other powerful families paid great attention to the difference between the concubine and concubine, and concubine's children should never override the concubine's children.
Palace banquets are held separately for men and women, in the Hall of Praying Harvests. The main hall of the Hall of Praying Harmony is very huge, with a semi-transparent screen erected in the middle, the left side is the seat of the men, and the right side is the place for the family members. They can see each other's situation, but they are separated. There is a side hall on both sides, and those who are too strong to drink can be helped in to rest, which is very convenient.
Ye Junge was seated in the front, and beside him were the Zhengjun of General Zhennan and Zhenxi, and the daughter-in-law of General Zhendong. General Zhendong's wife has passed away, and General Zhendong has only one son, he is still an alternative who abandons martial arts and pursues literature. He doesn't like men and prefers delicate girls, so only this one is a woman.
Although it is said that there is no difference between the twins and the women, the genders are different after all, Ye Junge and the others can barely have some common topics, this lady is fine, so she can only talk to other people.
Apart from Miss Di, there are actually not many women on the family side, after all it is fashionable to marry men now.
Mrs. Zhennan expressed great affection for Ye Junge, probably because the relationship between their husbands is very good. Ye Junge did not have his own way of not talking to others, and readily accepted Mrs. Zhennan's overtures.
Without making people wait for a long time, the emperor and the queen mother came quickly with a group of concubines, and the prince took the lead to stand up and salute.
"You don't need to be too polite, today is a day of great joy, so don't be restrained!" Emperor Qi was in a good mood, and the news of Mo Yuanling's big victory came two days ago. During this period of time, there have been wins and losses A little bit of good news is obviously quite a big deal.
Today, the Empress Dowager and Your Honor are sitting at the head of the household. After sitting for a while, the Empress Dowager couldn't stand the noise and left. During this time, she was very kind to Ye Junge and gave him many things. Among them, Ye Junge was most moved. What's messy is that the queen mother also gave him a hundred sons and grandsons, and looked at him expectantly. Ye Junge expressed that he was under a lot of pressure.
After the queen mother left, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the atmosphere began to relax. Guijun is a very easy-going person, but he has never had any children, and his children all died young, so he is very much favored by Emperor Qi. In fact, your child was killed by the empress back then, and she had a miscarriage several times. At that time, the empress was rampant, and no one dared to say anything. Emperor Qi cherished him and loved him even more.
Speaking of which, your temperament is more similar to Fu Yanqing's, and his family background is also similar. Your lord's father is also a well-known pure minister, but he passed away many years ago, but there are quite a few disciples, all of whom are important ministers of Emperor Qi.
Ye Junge chatted with Mrs. Zhennan casually about some topics, mostly listening to him complain about General Zhennan's daily life habits, but his expression was very happy, and it seemed that the relationship between the two of them was also very good. Soldiers who have been fighting all the year round have relatively simple minds in interpersonal communication, and are generally really good to their wives at home. There is not even a bed warmer in the border, so the requirements are not so high, and there is a wife who can be pampered vigorously. Unlike Beijing officials, without three wives and four concubines, they lose face.
"They are such big bosses, you should take it easy." Ye Junge responded with a smile, "They are all simple-minded, if you just tell them if you are unhappy, they won't be able to figure it out if you keep it in your heart, and it will affect the relationship between husband and wife. When you are angry, hit him directly, if you can't beat him, twist his ears, don't do this in front of outsiders, it's a couple's love when you go back to the room, they are happy, I hope Madam will be stronger."
Mrs. Zhennan smiled and nodded: "Yes, last time he accompanied me to go shopping on the street, and on the way, I met a girl from the flower shop who was going to swim in the lake in the east of the city. A girl smiled coquettishly and leaned on him. He backed away and hid directly behind me, patting his heart when the person left, lamenting to me with lingering fear that he couldn't stand Jiao Didi's girl the most."
Mrs. Zhenxi burst out laughing when she heard this, echoed again and again, and gave Mrs. Zhennan advice on how to deal with men. He is different from Ye Junge, they are still from a scholarly family, Mrs. Zhenxi is a child of the general's family, she was raised by a man since she was a child, she used to be tough and quarreled with General Zhenxi every day, and at night she made love to her oily. Now people often don't see it but they don't quarrel much, but this lady is really tough.
The daughter-in-law of General Zhendong, who had been paying attention to the conversation of the three of them, sat a little further away silently. She had never seen Zhengjun who ignored her husband so much, it was simply terrifying. She thought about the consequences of twisting her husband's ears, and silently expelled the picture from her mind, it was terrible!
There were songs and dances at the palace banquet, but the crowd lacked interest in watching, and they were only interested in chatting and eating.
One can tell at a glance that the family members of the civil servants are chatting, and most of them behave decently, even if they are greedy to death, they will not take a bite; the family members of the military officers are eating, and some of the sturdy ones don't care about other people's eyes. , just have fun by yourself.
Although some of the family members of the military officials married from the families of civil officials, but the literati are noble, they always feel that marrying into the family of military generals is a lot vulgar, and secretly began to exclude them. And those elegant ladies who marry in will eventually be assimilated by other "vulgar" ladies.
General Zhendong's daughter-in-law saw Mrs. Zhenxi eating happily while sharing which dish was delicious with Ye Junge and the others, so she couldn't help but sit beside her again. terrible! Wouldn't talking while eating make the food saliva come out? !
This lady just got married this year. At this time, Mrs. Zhendong had passed away long ago, and her husband was a civil servant, and General Zhendong didn't like to stay with this unworthy son, so she always mixed in with the civil servant's wife. It was the first time I had close contact with the general's wife's appearance at the banquet.
Your lord saw that everyone had no interest in enjoying the singing and dancing, so he simply waved off the singing and dancing, and let people play some small games at the banquet. Seeing the opportunity came, Luo Annian volunteered to propose that the young masters and young ladies here should have a competition of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and Ye Junge came to his mind. In the original book, Luo Annian achieved his reputation as a talented scholar by plagiarizing ancient Chinese poems. In fact, this scene should have happened at the banquet a long time later. At that time, all the princes were in a stable position and the emperor was old. Now Luo Annian is probably forced to be a little messy. set foot. In fact, it's okay for him to show his talent, but the original Ninth Prince didn't have any talent in poetry, which is known to many people, so he has never dared to use this trick that even the traversers have used badly.
"Which competition does Xiao Jiu want to participate in?" Your lord asked with great interest, the depths of his eyes were extremely indifferent, it was impossible for him not to hate the queen, but his demeanor made him disdain to take revenge on the queen. on the child.
Luo Annian had an innocent expression: "I've been practicing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting recently, so I want to participate in all of them. Your lord, you have to make a good show and don't treat me badly!" Luo Annian was forced to learn by his family before crossing. Guzheng, calligraphy, French painting, and playing chess are his hobbies. Apart from other things, he is confident that he can take the first place in poetry.
The man also discovered the situation here, the emperor's eyes darkened when he heard Luo Annian's words, and he lied. His people kept staring at Luo Annian, how could he not know what Luo Annian was doing recently? Why did he lie
Emperor Qi waved his hand, and the silk and bamboo singing and dancing retreated, and the screen in the middle was removed.
"Since that's the case, why don't you guys come to compete and see which side is stronger." Emperor Qi said with a slight smile, unable to see the unhappiness just now at that moment.
The emperor had spoken, and everyone dared not refuse, and decided to start the competition with the family members first.
The first competition project was decided to be poetry under Luo Annian's suggestion.
Your lord looked at the emperor, and Emperor Qi nodded his head: "Your lord will be responsible for the judges on the family side, but I can't bear your lord to win the lottery, so I will get the lottery."
As soon as everyone heard it, they immediately became interested. It was an imperial gift, and it was an imperial gift that was won. It would be more face-saving to say it.
The requirement for the first round was to compose a poem with "Xiaoxue". Today, it snowed lightly in the capital, so it is only when the occasion is met that we can pass the test.
The eunuch and maid took down the dinner plate, presented the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and then stood by and waited for the poem to be presented. The time limit for writing a poem was fifteen minutes, Shuang'er and the ladies racked their brains thinking that it would be interesting for others to look at their expressions.
The prince glanced at Ye Junge, and suddenly said, "Why didn't Mrs. Zhenbei participate? I heard that Mrs. was proficient in all kinds of poems and songs before she got married, and she was comparable to Jiangnan talents."
Luo Anian had finished writing it long ago, upon hearing this, he suddenly raised his head to look at him, his eyes were full of jealousy, but when he thought of his own poems, the jealousy turned into self-confidence and a strong sense of superiority.
The moment the prince spoke, everyone's expressions became strange, and the expression on the emperor's face became even more subtle.
Ye Junge calmly lowered his eyes and replied: "His Royal Highness is absurd, the minister has already married to be a king, so leave this kind of competition to the young masters and young ladies."
Luo Anian thought of the difference between Mo Yuanling's attitude towards himself and Ye Junge, and suddenly wanted to crush him in his field of expertise, so he said, "I have never seen Fu Zhengjun's poems, so I am very curious."
Emperor Qi glanced at him, curious about what he wanted to do, and nodded: "That's fine, other wives can also participate in the competition. It's Chinese New Year, just be happy."
Ye Junge showed a weird smile. He didn't want to do anything at first, but since you insisted on coming out to slap your face, then I won't be polite. You know three hundred Tang poems, can't I? I also have a database where I can look up all the information in your world.
'004. '
[clear! ] 004 was extremely excited, in fact, every time he slapped the protagonist in the face, he was extremely excited.
The allotted time is coming soon, and Ye Junge doesn't mind that his own world is less than others, since he didn't write it by himself anyway. Although his own poetic accomplishments are very high, he wants to hit him in the face with things from the world of travelers.
Your lord signaled the court lady to bring up the rice paper with the poems written on them, and he looked at them one by one, and Emperor Qi came over to look at them with great interest, and then the two judged the top three together.
Thinking about it, your lord asked someone to redistribute the rice paper, and explained: "It is inevitable that you feel that my evaluation is unfair, so please ask the eunuchs around you to read the poems, and then everyone will judge whether the top three given by me are good or not. Something is wrong."
Everyone didn't dare to talk, but your gentleman asked with a smile: "Who wants to come first? Xiaojiu?" Your gentleman's retaliation against him doesn't mean that he won't cause him some harmless little stumbling blocks.
"I don't want to be the first one. If the writing is not good, wouldn't it be a joke?" Luo Annian took Joe, but he refused to be the first one. He thought he was the best, so he wanted to be the last one.
Your lord didn't force it, at this time a lady from a civil servant's family volunteered to ask the little eunuch to read her poems, and everyone began to seriously criticize them.
After dozens of people came and went, the rest didn’t want to read it anymore, and sat there awkwardly until one of the twins couldn’t bear the pressure and the little eunuch read it out, and it turned out to be a doggerel, which made a big joke , others are even less willing to read.
Your gentleman smiled and shook his head: "Forget it, it's fine if you don't want to read it, Xiao Jiu? It's your turn."
Luo Annian was a little dissatisfied, he glanced at Ye Junge: "Fu Zhengjun also..."
Ye Junge raised his head, his deep eyes frightened back the rest of his words, Luo Anian hummed in dissatisfaction, and asked the little eunuch to read his poems.
"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces. Nine pieces, ten pieces, and eleven pieces, all flying into the grass and disappearing."
It's still a rotten stalk of Time Traveling. At the beginning of reading, other people's eyes were contemptuous. When they heard the last sentence, they turned pale with shock. They only thought that the Ninth Prince's mind was ingenious and very interesting.
Ye Junge waited for their discussion to quiet down before letting the little eunuch read his poem—
In Zhenbei Mansion, the sun is setting to the west, and I am trying to make tea by myself in a new stove.
The hedgerows and chrysanthemums all come to cover the water, and Sai Hongfei goes to the far Lianxia.
The lonely little snow passed by, and the mottled light frost was added to the temples.
It can be regarded as a helpless place in fleeting years, don't wish Canghua poems.
(Excerpted from "He Xiao Langzhong Xiaoxue Daily Work" Tang Xuxuan)
The original poem was in Zhengxi Mansion, Ye Junge saw that it was just right, so he changed it. At first glance, it seems that he did it himself.
Anyone who was willing to read finished it, and everyone discussed in whispers, only the military officer and the big bosses lacked interest, but fortunately, the food on their side had not been withdrawn, so they simply buried their heads in eating and drinking.
General Zhennan was happy to eat and turned his head to greet his colleagues to eat together, but the sound was too loud to attract everyone's attention. General Zhennan saw that even His Majesty turned his head to stare at him, smiled awkwardly, and couldn't help but cast his eyes towards his wife, as if asking for help.
Mrs. Zhennan glared at him, and said slightly apologetically: "My husband is used to doing things casually, and it's a crime to disturb the poetry meeting."
General Zhennan was so stared at him that he quickly put down his chopsticks, touched his nose and pleaded guilty to the emperor in a muffled voice.
Emperor Qi waved his hand: "Aiqing is simple and straightforward, I am very relieved, there is no need to be like this, all Aiqings continue."
Just as General Zhennan breathed a sigh of relief, he saw his wife mouthing him: Go back and deal with you.
Madam QWQ, don't [Erkang hand] I was wrong!
Your lord waited for everyone to discuss, and began to announce the final result: "This round, I think Mrs. Zhenbei is the first one. The whole article tells about the concern for General Zhenbei and the lament for the passing years. The artistic conception is far away. The second is Xiaojiu's poems are ingeniously conceived, but they lack a bit of literary style. The second lady of the Guozijian Jijiu Restaurant is very accomplished in poetry, so she should be the third. Do you have any objections?"
Everyone shook their heads. In fact, the poems of the ninth prince are not as good as those of the second lady, but he is a prince after all, so we should give him face. The second young lady of the sacrificial wine house was also transparent, knowing that she was trying to give way to the Ninth Prince, and she would probably give herself more compensation in the future, so she happily agreed, anyway, anyone with a discerning eye knows that her poems are better than the Ninth Prince's .
Luo Annian was not satisfied, he felt that his poems were the crystallization of five thousand years of Chinese wisdom, how could it be inferior to Fu Yanqing? It's just that he didn't think that the poem he chose was just a coincidence, and there were not many highlights other than that, and this poem was written by a modern poet, and it was originally written about flower petals instead of snow.
The poems that Ye Junge chose were relatively remote, and Luo Annian had never heard of them. He didn't know that Ye Junge's poems were also masterpieces of ancient Chinese poets.
There are five rounds of the poetry meeting, and this is just the first round. Luo Annian regained his strength and decided to recover his face next time. He doesn't believe it, he won't lose every round, right
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"Easter Egg 1: Snow White" 04
At the end of a piece of music, Ye Junge couldn't wait to let go of his hand and left, not giving the man a chance to speak at all.
The king and queen also came together at this time.
"Thank you very much for coming to my daughter Snow White's coming-of-age ceremony." The king was a little old, with a lot of gray hair on his head, and his smile was very gentle, without the slightest appearance of a superior.
"Oh, honey, you look so beautiful today!" The queen walked to Ye Junge, took his hand, and said very gently, but her eyes were like poisonous snakes, full of malice.
Ye Junge smiled calmly: "You are also very beautiful today." Glancing at his grasped hand, he began to consider whether to chop off the old woman's left paw or the right paw, it would be better to chop off both.