Hearing this, Qiu Hong was stunned for a moment, knowing that Concubine Mei still had no intention of giving up on the emperor, she smiled bitterly and said: "Niangniang, the envoy of Qiongzhou is here to send lychees to the concubine Niangniang, Niangniang, the plum blossoms you like, no one has offered them this year." ”

Hearing this, Concubine Mei's face turned white instantly, and tears couldn't stop flowing: "I didn't expect these minions to be used to looking at people's eyes, when I was in power, which one was not a baba in front of my eyes, but now it's good, even a plum blossom is reluctant to offer." ”

After Qiu Hong cried with Concubine Mei for a while, she comforted: "Niangniang people don't often say, people don't have a thousand days of good flowers and no hundred days of red, don't look at the concubine Niangniang is very proud now, maybe when the emperor gets a new beauty, he will still forget her." ”

Concubine Mei didn't listen to Qiuhong's words in her heart, she had her own plans and sent someone to call Gao Lishi over.

Concubine Mei is also the emperor's concubine no matter how powerful she is, Concubine Mei sent someone to summon her, but Gao Lishi did not dare not go. Trotted all the way to the Qingmei Palace.

While carefully observing Concubine Mei's expression, he asked earnestly: "What is the important matter for Niangniang to summon the servants over?"

Concubine Mei raised her head suddenly, and said with a sad smile: "If I don't have something, I can't summon you?"

Hearing this, Gao Lishi paused, bowed down with a long sigh and said, "It's really embarrassing for Niangniang to say this------

Concubine Mei smiled and asked, "Lux, you serve the saint every day, do you know that the saint still remembers the three words Jiang Caiping in his heart?"

Gao Lishi smiled bitterly and said: "It's not that the saint doesn't love Concubine Mei in his heart, and it's not that he doesn't remember Concubine Mei's goodness, it's just that after the concubine Niangniang made trouble with the saint twice, the saint was scared in his heart. ”

Hearing this, Concubine Mei was overjoyed and said: "I know that the saint has me in his heart, how can I forget the feelings I once had, it must be that fat woman who caused trouble, so that the emperor did not dare to meet me." ”

Concubine Mei's words were too bold, if this let the concubine know that there would be no good fruit to eat, Gao Lishi was worried, and wanted to say goodbye and take into account Concubine Mei's face, he was in a dilemma, and he didn't know what to do.

Unexpectedly, Concubine Mei called Gao Lishi over, not just to ask the emperor if she was in his heart.

She glanced at Gao Lishi meaningfully, and said slowly: "I heard that after Empress Chen of the Han Dynasty was demoted, she asked him to help write a poem "Changmen Fu" with a heavy amount of money, and dedicated the poem to Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, thus changing his fate of being left out of the cold and recovering the heart of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. I don't know if there is still a literary person like Sima Xiangru I also want to ask him to help me write a poem and give it to the saint, I am not stingy with money, I just hope you can help me find such a person. ”

Hearing the qin and knowing the meaning of elegance, Gao Lishi understood what Concubine Mei meant, but he didn't want to get involved in the infighting between Concubine Mei and Concubine Mei, and he didn't dare to agree to any request from Concubine Mei, his feet took two steps back slightly and prevaricated: "Slaves rarely go out of the palace, and there are very few people I know." ”

Gao Lishi's prevarication made Concubine Mei very unhappy. had a heart attack, but considering that Gao Lishi was a celebrity around the emperor, it was not good to say anything. After years of palace life, Concubine Mei put down her body, and the silk handkerchief in her hand was kneaded into silk, and she sighed lightly: "It's a pity, why don't I have a talent like Sima Xiangru in my court?"

Gao Lishi knew in his heart that Concubine Mei was dissatisfied with him, he smiled awkwardly and said: "Niangniang, you are a talented girl yourself, why bother to go outside to find it, your talent is far better than that of Empress Chen of the Han Dynasty, why don't you make a poem yourself and send it to the saint."

Concubine Mei went around, what she wanted was this sentence, she nodded with a smile, and said, "Okay, I'll write it myself, and Lux will help me dedicate it to the emperor, and I can't shirk it." ”

At this point, Colliers was embarrassed to shirk and had to nod his head and agree.

Concubine Mei smiled and invited Gao Lishi to wait outside the door, ordered someone to take pen, ink, paper and inkstone, thought about it for a while, and made an article of "Lou Dong Fu", which said:

jade Jianchensheng,

Feng Xi Xiang died.

The clever comb of the lazy cicada's sideburns,

The light edge of idle clothes.

Bitterly lonely in the Hui Palace,

But contemplate the Lan Temple.

The plum blossom that falls by the letter,

I can't see it through the long door.

The situation is a flower of hatred,

Willow eyes are worried.

Warm breeze,

Spring birds chirp.

Upstairs at dusk,

Listen to the wind and look back;

Blue clouds and twilight,

Gaze at Su Yue.

Hot springs are not available,

Reminiscing about the old tour;

The long door is closed,

The belief of Qingluan.

Reminiscing about the past, the water is floating, the sheng song is feasting, and accompanying Chenhan.

Play the wonderful song of dancing Luan, and take the fairy boat of the crane. The gentleman is affectionate and profound. The mountains and seas are always there, like the sun and the moon.

However, he is jealous and mediocre, and he is jealous. Take away my love and reprimanded me for the palace. It's hard to think about the old and happy, and the dream is hazy. Spend the flowers and the moon, and be lazy about the spring breeze. If you want to play the same thing, you don't work in the world. It is the unfinished chanting, and it has sounded the bell. The empty sighed and hidden, and hesitated in the east of the building.

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The words are very long and have profound meanings:

The jade-inlaid bronze mirror has precipitated the dust of time, and the aroma of the dragon and phoenix treasure chest has dissipated.

snubbed the delicate jade comb that took care of my black sideburns, and idle the light white practice of cutting my clothes.

The vanilla palace was full of loneliness, and Lan Fang's curling hall was in vain.

Let the plum blossoms fall with the wind, and I was blocked by Nagato and could not see it.

What's more, resentment wafts out of the red heart-like flowers, and the willow leaves like eyebrows play with sorrow.

The warm breeze blows warmly, and the spring birds chirp.

Upstairs it was dusk again, and I listened to the soft sound of the wind and looked back;

The white clouds are at dusk, and I gaze alone at the white moonlight.

The hot springs are difficult to come by, and I recall the fun of picking up green feathers in the old days;

The Nagato Palace is deep and closed, and the green mandarin duck (who can pass on the news) is really good.

Thinking of the clear waves in the old Taiye pool, the light and shadow on the water surface floated; Music, singing, rewards, feasts, I am with the saints. I played the graceful music that made the phoenix dance, and rode the fairy boat with the pattern of the crane. The king's affection is inseparable, and he tells me as intimate as a precaution. Swear to the mountains and oceans (love) will always exist, like the sun and the moon without end.

Helpless (Concubine Yang) was angry and jealous, took away my love and favor, and relegated me to this cold palace. I miss the old joy that is hard to get back, and I hope that the old things can be revealed in the haze in my dreams. How many moonlit nights have passed, and there is no face and no willingness to face this spring breeze. I want to invite a famous artist like Sima Xiangru to present "Nagato Fu" for me, but I am not good at dealing with human affairs. This essay has not yet been fully written, and the morning bell of dawn has already sounded. I had to hide my face with my sleeves and sigh in vain, wandering alone in the east of the building. js3v3