Mad concubine returns, prince get away

Chapter 17

Emperor Ming couldn't help but glanced at Yun Zhaoyi when he heard the words, his eyes were full of thought, and when he saw Yin Qingge at the side from the corner of his eye, interest flashed in his eyes, and he said loudly: "What Concubine Ai said is very true, why not?" It would be more interesting to start with the concubine's selection, and then let the young ladies make their own choices."

"The concubine obeys." Yun Zhaoyi got up and saluted gracefully, and then said softly: "I have heard that Miss Su's poems and songs are excellent, why not start with Miss Su."

Su Jingyan was taken aback when she heard the words. From the corner of her eye, she saw Fu Jinchen who had been drinking lightly in the men's table. She couldn't help but blushed slightly, and said softly, "Jingyan made a fool of herself."

"One night new frost makes the tiles light, and the plantains are newly broken and the lotus pours. Only the chrysanthemum is cold-resistant, and the golden millet blooms at the beginning of the morning and is clearer."

As soon as Su Jingyan finished speaking, Emperor Ming laughed loudly and said, "She is indeed a talented woman, so pure and proud, she is a good daughter brought up by Mr. Su."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your compliment." Su Jingyan couldn't help looking at Fu Jinchen when she heard the words, and she couldn't help but feel lost when she saw him drinking with her head down as if she had never heard of it. Yin Qingge, who was looking at the side, said: "Speaking of talent, I often hear Miss Yin Er's poems at banquets on weekdays. Jingyan is absolutely inferior to Miss Yin Er. I wonder if Miss Yin Er would like to compose a poem today?"

As soon as the voice fell, Fu Jinchen on the side suddenly stopped what he was doing, raised his eyes and glanced at Yin Qingge lightly, seeing her calm and calm face, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and raised his hand to drink the wine in the glass. Drink it all in one gulp, Yin Qingge, you are a very suitable candidate. . .

Emperor Ming didn't notice this scene, but a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he said with great interest: "Miss Su just wrote a poem, which is already a rare masterpiece. Second Miss Yin can make Miss Su feel inferior. I'm really curious."

Yin Qingge smiled slightly, noticing the sarcasm in the eyes of Su Jingyan and Yin Huanyan, a coldness flashed in their eyes, stood up from his seat, and said lightly: "Miss Su is ridiculous, Qing Ge has been weak since he was a child, and he has only listened to the master's teaching for a few days, and Miss Su's talent and reputation are well known, but Miss Su is too self-effacing."

"Second sister is so modest." Yin Huanyan also stood up from her seat when she heard the words, stepped forward and obediently took Yin Qingge's arm, pretending to be a sister, and said softly: "Second sister is not good at attending classes. After a few days, but she won the first place every day, I think the second sister must be hiding her secrets."

"Oh?" Emperor Ming sized Yin Qingge slightly, and said, "Since that's the case, Second Miss Yin will let me and everyone feast their eyes."

As soon as these words came out, the matter was considered settled. Yin Qingge lowered his eyes in thought for a while, then raised his eyes slightly, and said with a smile: "Then I will trouble the emperor to send someone to prepare pens, inks, papers and inkstones."

The things Yin Qingge needed were quickly prepared. Yin Qingge retreated to the side of the main hall, quietly started to paint with a pen.

The talent show in the hall was still going on, but Fu Jinchen kept looking at Yin Qingge from the corner of his eye. Yin Qingge lowered his head slightly, revealing a section of his white neck, and a few strands of hair fell on his cheeks. It was slightly messy but gave people a different kind of look. A sense of elegance.

It took about half an hour for Yin Qingge to stop writing, and the two maids on one side immediately stepped forward and carefully displayed the drawing paper in front of everyone.A man in armor was holding a long sword. The setting sun pulled his back far away, and a chrysanthemum bloomed proudly against the wind and sand at the edge of his back.It should be a desolate and lonely atmosphere, but because of the chrysanthemums in the corner there, it has a different sense of chill.

A poem is written on the painting: When autumn comes, September [-]th, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom.The fragrance of the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city is covered with golden armor.

(End of this chapter)