From now on, the Son of Heaven does not come early

Chapter 108 Wisteria Beauty
With those words, everyone looked over silently. Feng Junran changed out of his dance clothes and put on a pressed prince's clothes. His handsome face showed the masculinity and coldness of a man. His slender eyes slightly glanced over. Indifferent and calm.

"This king is obsessed with studies because he has failed in his studies. Moreover, today's New Year's Eve, there are all civil and military officials in the Manchu Dynasty. Among them are many scholars and scholars, all of whom are more talented than this king. No matter how they are arranged, this king should not be the first to start."

After saying that, he turned back to look at the person on the dragon seat, and his expression became more respectful: "My father please order first."

Feng Jiang nodded and smiled, he was happy today, so he didn't care about etiquette, Feng Yiran looked away, his face was still warm, but his heart was full of waves.

The queen glanced at her son and gave her a look. Feng Yiran took a breath and suppressed the displeasure in her heart.

The queen mother was right, the eldest brother could bear it, why couldn't he bear it.

Feng Yuran, who was drinking happily next to him, quietly touched his fourth brother's arm, and said with a smile: "Fourth brother, don't worry, now that fourth brother has the upper hand, so what if you give him a little bit? It also seems that fourth brother is magnanimous." .”

Hearing this, Feng Yiran completely calmed down. Feng Junran is now just the king of Pingyang, and has long since lost the capital to fight for the heir.

Feng Jiang then ordered a poem for Guozijian's sacrificial wine, and then it continued slowly. In the end, it evolved into no distinction between high and low, everyone competed to chant poems, and the scene was very lively.

After everyone had almost enjoyed themselves, Feng Junran stood up and said: "Father, I heard that the eighth younger brother has also grown up recently, and even the master of the Imperial College often praises it. Why don't you ask the eighth younger brother to present a poem?"

Feng Jiang was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head to look, the old Ba Feng Xinran was sitting among the princes, the 14-year-old boy was still a little green, but it could be seen that he was much smarter and calmer.

Feng Jiang nodded: "Okay, Xin'er, let the emperor check your studies."

Feng Xinran smiled slightly, and slowly stood up: "My son has made a fool of himself."

As he spoke, he looked around and saw the magnificent decoration in the main hall, and said with a smile: "The Xiefang Palace in the evening scene is a magnificent palace in the year. The cold leaves the winter snow, and the warmth brings in the spring breeze. We welcome the new year and the old year, and we welcome and see off overnight."

Everyone couldn't help clapping their hands and applauding, even the gentlemen of the Imperial College couldn't help nodding their gray beards.

The Eighth Prince has really grown up, and the poems are written in a decent manner, covering the splendor of the palace and even the festivities in it, not too much, not too little.

"Father, the eighth younger brother has indeed made progress. I am a Western Jin Dynasty, and I will be able to last forever!"

Feng Junran's timely compliment made Feng Jiang happy, and he immediately felt that Lao Ba had really improved a lot and could take responsibility.

"Okay, after the seventh day, Xin'er will come to Xinuang Pavilion with your fourth brother. Political affairs are important affairs of the country. No matter what, you must study more!"

Feng Xinran was overjoyed when she heard the words, and then she knelt on the ground and shouted: "Thank you, my father, I will study with all my heart and share my worries with my father!"

Feng Jiang couldn't help laughing out loud, while His Highness the Eighth Highness's biological mother was so excited that her eyes filled with tears. Being able to enter the Xinuang Pavilion is a justification for discussing matters. On the road to the emperor, her son can finally get a foot in it. Well, as for the queen, she has to give herself some face in the end. In the future, the world of the harem will not be dominated by one person!

Thinking of Concubine Hui, she turned her head to look, and seeing the queen looking over with a smile, Zhu Hong's lips parted a little smile: "Congratulations sister, Xin'er has also grown up."

Concubine Hui also smiled: "Thank you sister for taking care of me, and being able to share the emperor's worries is also his blessing."

They greeted each other politely on the face, each turned their heads, and when the smiles disappeared, no one could figure out the true thoughts of the two of them.

Feng Yiran frowned slightly. The first person to enter the Xinuang Pavilion was the eldest brother Feng Junran, and then himself. I never thought that after a few words from the eldest brother, even the eighth younger brother could enter and exit the Xinuang Pavilion.

Those warm eyes rubbed a little bit of crushed ice, but the person quickly lowered his eyelids, lowered his head and just ate the vegetables.

Feng Yuran closed his fan, tugged on the fourth brother's sleeve, and winked at him.

Feng Yiran was taken aback for a moment, then changed his smile again, cupped his hands and said: "Congratulations to the father, the eighth younger brother's progress is a blessing in the family and a blessing in the world!"

Feng Jiang nodded in satisfaction, and the Queen Huang, who had been nervous all the time, breathed a sigh of relief.

Feng Jiang was suspicious by nature, and Yi'er's words came at the right time.

Thinking of the person, he glanced at Feng Junran coldly, and thought to himself that the people raised by the old lady were really different, and they were trying to lure people into the trap. It felt like they were playing chess with this person, which was obviously enough Be careful, but find that you have guarded against this, but you have no time to take care of that. In short, there are mistakes everywhere, and there are traps everywhere, leading you to jump into it unconsciously.

After a while now, it is obvious that Feng Junran has completely favored Lao Ba now. I really don't know what benefits Lao Ba promised him, so that such a lonely and wolf-like man can be so obedient to him.

Huang Qingyi was thinking to herself. At this moment, among the female relatives, Wang Qian also stood up and said, "What's the fun in writing poems just for you men? We also have talented people in Xiyun Palace, why don't we let our talented women compare with you?" !"

Everyone became excited when they heard the words, as if at this moment, everything was pushed to a small climax.

A talented woman from West Cloud Palace?

Lin Lanzhi looked forward silently, the talented woman in Xiyun Palace was Ye Xiaoxiao, no matter what her husband taught, she would never forget her with a photographic memory, and she was good at poetry, singing and prose.

Seeing everyone's eyes fell, the tender rabbit stood up slowly. She didn't know what Wang Ying wanted to do. After all, composing poems was very simple for her, and she could do it at her fingertips.

Tender Rabbit bowed obediently, the wisteria flowers on top of her head swayed gently with her movements, and people finally saw the decoration on her head clearly, the realistic wisteria is even more beautiful than real flowers, the breeze comes slowly, Even people can smell the fragrance of wisteria.

"It's so beautiful, I don't know where it is made!"

"Yeah, I really want it too!"

The women couldn't help discussing in a low voice, and the tender rabbit looked at Fengjiang with a serious face, and said sweetly: "Long live the emperor, Xiaoxiao, as a student, naturally dare not relax, and immediately wrote a poem and sent it to the Confucian scholars all over the world .”

Hearing that Feng Jiang was in a good mood, he thought it was fun, a girl who was only twelve years old wanted to urge others to study hard?Even the officials present couldn't help but look over, this little guy, what kind of poems will he write to urge others?
People became excited because of the tender rabbit's words, and they were all alone, sitting there indifferently, with slender eyes as black as ink, quietly looking at the cluster of wisteria on the tender rabbit's head, looking at the red candlelight Shining into the quiet purple, the gold and silver decorations were dyed with sparks.

Beauty, the hairpin is beautiful, embellished with beauties, quiet and elegant, like wisteria flowers blooming silently in the hustle and bustle, waiting for him to reach out and pick them.

(End of this chapter)