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

Chapter 470
Emperor Zhaojing raised his eyebrows, and suddenly asked with a smile: "Then what talent are you going to perform?"

This topic turned...

Rong Qingqing thought for a while, and said: "The courtiers don't know much about talent, but since we are here for the plum blossom banquet today, let's learn from everyone's arty manners and recite a few poems."

"Recite poems?" Emperor Zhao Jing thought it was interesting, others created their own, but she came to recite poems?

Rong Qingqing nodded, "It's memorizing poems, but I assure you, everyone here must have never heard of them." She can't compose poems, but she has memorized a lot of ancient poems, so she still has some confidence in this.

Princess Huaiyin heard her firm tone, sarcasm flashed in her eyes, and she said, "Could it be some kind of folk doggerel?"

It is impossible for them to hear only the rough doggerel of the people.

Sure enough, she was an idiot, and only an idiot would bring that unrefined doggerel to the stage.

Rong Qingqing naturally heard the sarcasm hidden in her tone, and said calmly: "I don't know if it's a doggerel, but I read it from the book, and if it can be written in the book, it should be It's not too bad either. I'll ask Princess Huaiyin to comment on it later."

She spoke politely, but Princess Huaiyin narrowed her eyes.

This idiot girl, she thought she weighed a few catties, so she waited and watched her for a while, how could she be ashamed?

"Then recite it first and listen to it." Emperor Zhaojing didn't care if it was a doggerel or not, because he thought that the boiled live fish in Wangchunlou was also a folk delicacy, and maybe the poems Rong Qingqing recited were also ingenious and could make people feel happy. amazing.

Hearing this, Rong Qingqing had no choice but to get up and leave her seat, standing in the center of the venue, pointing to the plum blossoms on the branches, and said: "The maid will read a few poems about plum blossoms."

"Well, read it." Emperor Zhaojing took a leisurely look at Xie Jingrun.

Xie Jingrun stroked the exquisite wine glass on the table with his fingers. He didn't drink, so the glass was empty.

His dark and deep eyes reflected the girl walking under the plum tree, pretending to be thinking.

He snorted secretly, this girl will put on a show!
"There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone.

I know it's not snow, because there is a dark fragrance. "

The girl's crisp and melodious voice echoed in the plum garden after the snow, like the sound of beads falling on a jade plate.

Those noble ladies who were still writing poems and paintings suddenly stopped and looked at Rong Qingqing in surprise.

It took a long while for Emperor Zhaojing to come back to his senses. He searched his mind for a while, but he never had the impression that he had read this poem, so he gave up and turned to look at the crowd. Then he clapped his hands and praised: "This poem is so exquisite that I have never heard it before. Rong Qingqing, are you sure you didn't write it yourself?"

Rong Qingqing said helplessly: "I really don't know how to compose poems. I read this poem by chance and thought it was good, so I memorized it. Today I borrowed flowers to present Buddha, which made everyone laugh."

Emperor Zhaojing nodded and said: "You girl, you are so honest, even if you say this poem..." He paused and did not continue, but everyone present understood what he meant.

Everyone has never heard of the poem that Rong Qingqing just read, and if she wants to lie and claim that she wrote it herself, no one will know.

The queen mother looked at Rong Qingqing in surprise, and after hearing what Emperor Zhaojing said, she said pertinently: "That's right, this girl has always been honest."

(End of this chapter)