After wearing the book, I became the black moonlight of the tyrant

Chapter 468 To enrich the harem

All the noble ladies wanted to show their faces in front of Xie Jingrun. At this time, they heard what the Queen Mother said, and they fell in love with them. They put down the tableware in their hands, wiped their mouths with handkerchiefs, and then rushed to say: "Queen Mother, my servants! I am not talented, and I would like to write a poem on the theme of plum blossoms."

"My daughter wants to make a painting..."

"My daughter wants to write an article..."

For a moment, the plum garden was filled with the voices of noble ladies from aristocratic families scrambling to be the first.

Seeing that everyone participated enthusiastically, the queen mother was very satisfied, nodded, and said with a smile: "Then Aijia, I will wait to see the masterpieces of all the girls."

After the queen mother had spoken, some palace servants immediately went to prepare pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

Emperor Zhaojing also looked forward to it.

Although he disapproved of the queen mother's act similar to a draft, but everyone has already entered the palace, he naturally wanted to keep his eyes open and take good care of his son.

Xie Jingrun sat at the lower head of Emperor Zhaojing, and was not at all interested in the Queen Mother's proposal. Seeing that Rong Qingqing was devoting herself to eating plum blossom crisps, as if eating something delicious, he suddenly became interested.

Is this plum blossom cake particularly delicious?

Otherwise, why does that girl only have plum blossom crisps in her eyes?
He tasted a piece, frowned, and threw it back on the plate.

I don't understand why Rong Qingqing likes to eat such sticky things.

At this moment, Hai Fu walked up to him, bowed his body, and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, the emperor said, I want you to keep your eyes open for a while to see if there are any suitable ones. Harem."

Xie Jingrun glanced at him, "You tell the emperor and ask him if he has any ideas about remarrying, and I can help him check it out."

Haifu: "..."

When Emperor Zhaojing saw him coming back, he hurriedly asked, "What did the prince say?"

Hai Fu swallowed, the prince's words, even if he had a hundred courage, he would not dare to convey to the emperor.

With a stiff face, he replied cautiously: "Your Highness said, he knows."

When Emperor Zhaojing heard the words, he was relieved, but also a little helpless and funny.

This kid keeps saying that he doesn't want to accept a concubine, but looking at the beauties in the garden, isn't he tempted?

The palace people quickly took back the pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and set up tables and chairs in the center of the venue for the noble ladies to write poems and draw pictures.

Immediately, a lady got up.

one, two...

Those who write poetry write poetry, and those who paint paint paint.

For a while, the plum garden was extremely lively.

Empress Dowager became interested, she held Nanny Lin's hand, left her seat, and walked to the center of the arena to watch.

"It's beautifully written..."

"This poem is beautifully written..."

"This painting is not bad..."

The queen mother's frequent praise resounded through the plum garden.

After being praised by the Empress Dowager, those noble ladies worked even harder and tried their best to leave a good impression in front of the Empress Dowager and the Prince.

At this time, Princess Huaiyin, who was sitting beside her, suddenly looked at Rong Qingqing and Shangguan Yanran who were eating with their heads down.

She focused her eyes on Rong Qingqing, looking at that face similar to Lan's, a sneer appeared in her eyes.

When everyone is trying to express themselves, this Rong Qingqing is competing with the food on the plate. She really is a straw girl, she can't write poetry or draw, right?

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on her face, and she said, "Master Su Wang and Miss Prime Minister, why don't you participate?"

Rong Qingqing, who was eating, heard the words and put the half-bitten plum blossom crisp back on the plate. She looked at it with interest, then raised her head, and said calmly: "Princess Huaiyin , I don’t know how to compose poems or paint, I’m afraid it will spoil everyone’s interest, so I don’t plan to participate.”

　I wish you all a happy weekend, okay~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)