Mo Wanwan obviously didn't expect that she would come out to speak, and it would deviate from her expectations, looking at Mo Haotian's angry appearance, Mo Wanwan couldn't help but cry slightly: "Father... Wanwan just wants to help her sister..."

"Presumptuous! What a bold man, the county lord of Anhe didn't speak, you are just a concubine, what qualifications do you have to make decisions for the county lord of Anhe?" Just as Mo Wanwan was squeezing her tears, a sharp voice suddenly spoke. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

As soon as Mo Jiuqing heard the voice, he turned his head to look, only to see the little eunuch beside Jun Chemiao looking at Mo Wanwan mockingly and said.

It seems that this little eunuch can speak at this time, but I am afraid that it is also Jun Chemiao's instructions, otherwise who would dare to speak in front of the emperor like this.

And Mo Wanwan realized the seriousness of the matter after hearing the words of the little eunuch, she has been deliberately ignoring Mo Jiuqing's other identity, and it has become a habit to bully her since she was a child, and now she has forgotten that Mo Jiuqing is still the county lord of Anhe, whether it is the identity of the general's concubine or the county lord of Anhe, Mo Jiuqing has already suppressed her fiercely.

"The emperor is angry! The emperor is angry! The courtiers were worried about their sister for a while, and they forgot to think about it so thoroughly, and asked the emperor to calm their anger!" Mo Wanwan suddenly knelt on the ground and said with a panicked face.

Jun Chemiao saw Mo Wanwan kneeling on the ground, and deliberately glanced at Jun Yanchen, this woman is really presumptuous, anyone with a discerning eye can see that her little brother cares about this Mo Jiuqing, this Mo Wanwan is really good at picking the time and using this stupid method to attract attention.

Anyway, his little brother is shy and doesn't know how to protect the woman he cares about, so he should help his little brother.

Jun Yanchen was inexplicably glanced at by Jun Chemiao, and couldn't help but be a little funny, looking at his imperial brother's eyes inviting merit, he knew that his imperial brother probably wanted to be crooked again.

"Jiuqing, tell me, can you make your own poems, or do you need your sister to do it herself?" Jun Chemiao didn't look at Mo Wanwan, and looked at Mo Jiuqing directly.

He wanted to see if the woman in front of him had the courage to match his brother. What exactly can make his brother pay attention.

Mo Jiuqing heard the emperor call his name, and he was still holding a brush in his slender hand, and after putting the brush down carefully, Mo Jiuqing got up and saluted the emperor and said: "Back to the emperor, Jiuqing asked himself if he could still make a small poem, and he didn't need others to help him." ”

When Jun Chemiao heard Mo Jiuqing's words, she nodded lightly and said, "This is very good, if you can make poems that I am satisfied with, I will be rewarded!"

As soon as Mo Jiuqing heard Jun Chemiao's words, her clear peach blossom eyes did not set off any waves, and her slightly cold face was still the same.

"Your Majesty, Jiuqing doesn't need any big rewards, he just wants to ask the emperor for a holy decree. Mo Jiuqing saluted Jun Chemiao, and said with a bit of seriousness in his eyes.

Seeing Mo Jiuqing's movements, Jun Yanchen, who was leaning on the soft chair, raised his eyebrows slightly.

He knew that this little fox would always surprise her, even if such actions would put her on the cusp of the storm, but she still did her own thing.

"Oh... Tell me what kind of decree you want. Jun Chemiao listened to Mo Jiuqing's words, and frowned slightly.

Although he didn't know what medicine was sold in this Mo Jiuqing's gourd, if it was overstepping, then even if it was a woman that the younger brother cared about, he would definitely not give a good look.

"Jiuqing only needs one to be fair. I just want to return to Jiuqing's identity. Mo Jiuqing raised his head, with a thick stubbornness in his unruly eyebrows and eyes, and looked straight at Jun Chemiao's eyes without dodging or dodging, and calmly without a trace of waves.

Jun Chemiao looked at Mo Jiuqing, who was facing him, was slightly stunned, and immediately came back to his senses, the woman in front of him was really like his little brother at some times, no matter what time it was, she was so calm and almost indifferent, it was really like carved out of a mold.

"Even if you don't say it, this identity is originally yours, and it's not someone who says they can take it away," Jun Chemiao said with a rare look at Mo Jiuqing.

Mo Jiuqing nodded and said, "Thank you for the emperor's enlightenment, Jiuqing is ignorant." ”

The drooping head also concealed the sparkle in her eyes, and all this was only seen by the evil man.

"Alright, let your poetry contest begin, no matter what, as long as you win, my reward will not fall. Jun Chemiao looked at Mo Jiuqing and nodded with satisfaction.

And Mo Jiuqing also retreated to his position, picked up the brush and began to think about what he was going to write.

Of course, she knew that many people present were waiting to see her jokes and wait for her to be laughed at again, but now she would never let that happen again.

Since obscurity will be trampled under the feet of others, then she must be that person and will never let herself be trampled under anyone's feet!

And Mo Wanwan, who had been kneeling on the ground, had no one to speak for her, even Mo Haotian, who had always loved her, was watching Mo Jiuqing compose poems with a heart at the moment.

Even if he is a celebrity in front of the emperor, the courtesy of the monarch and the minister must not be surpassed, and if he wants to protect Mo Wanwan from punishment at this time, then he can only remain silent.

Although she was also disappointed in Mo Wanwan in her heart, in the end, she was her own child, and she couldn't just let it go.

Mo Jiuqing naturally knew Mo Haotian's thoughts, how could she use a stupid word to describe Mo Wanwan's approach, but she preferred to do it herself rather than other people's help, and this kind of refreshing feeling was something that others couldn't feel when they helped.

One after another, some official ladies have already made poems for everyone to see, but only Mo Jiuqing has not put pen to paper, and it was not until the only other one left to do a good job of poetry that Mo Jiuqing began to write.

And when everyone saw this, most of them were looking forward to it, maybe they were waiting to see the joke, or maybe they hoped that Mo Jiuqing would really be a blockbuster.

Jun Chemiao looked at the posts, all of them nodded and shook their heads, and even then glanced at Mo Jiuqing, who was writing poetry.

Mo Haotian next to Mo Jiuqing didn't understand this, but he was also surprised that Mo Jiuqing could still compose poems, he was stupid for ten years and couldn't learn anything to remember this, which really surprised him.

Mo Jiuqing didn't care about everyone's eyes at all, and when his slender and white fingers pinched the pen, his fingertips were a little white under the light, and he was vigorous and powerful.

The body is very upright, and the posture of holding the pen is also very accurate, and I don't want to learn it temporarily, but it seems that I can have such a look after years of accumulation.

Mo Jiuqing, who writes poetry like this, looks like a picture at a glance, and the brilliant lights behind her are the backdrop, reflecting her pale but cold and arrogant face, which looks very quiet at a glance, and has a wordless momentum at a glance, which makes it difficult for anyone to ignore.

After a while, Mo Jiuqing put down the pen and glanced at his post carefully, and then handed the post to the little eunuch who was waiting on the side.

And the little eunuch went from being careless at the beginning to being amazing when Mo Jiuqing closed the pen at the end, such a change process made everyone more and more curious about what Mo Jiuqing wrote.

After the little eunuch took the post, he carefully brought it to Jun Chemiao, who just wanted to see it, but was taken away by a slender hand.

Seeing Jun Yanchen carefully looking at Mo Jiuqing's post, Jun Chemiao couldn't help but raise her eyebrows and smile, it seems that her little brother has opened up this time...

"The world is full of April flowers,

The peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom.

Long hatred of spring is nowhere to be found,

I don't know how to turn into this. ”

The voice is slightly cold, but it is difficult to hide the charm of the devil, like the temptation of the devil, as long as you listen to it once, you will fall into it.

And such poems come out of those sexy thin lips, and they are even more fatally tempting.

Mo Jiuqing looked up at Jun Yanchen, his slightly pale face was like God's most elaborate peerless treasure, and his thin crimson lips were in stark contrast to the pale face of his face.

Jun Yanchen at this moment looks like the handsome vampires in the American dramas she has watched, noble and respectful of etiquette, elegant even if she bursts foul language, it is pleasing to the eye.

Such a vampire has enough attraction to make a girl fall for it.

"Okay! what a good poem!" Jun Yanchen had just finished reading the poem written by Mo Jiuqing, and Jun Chemiao immediately clapped his hands.

And after listening to Jun Yanchen's recitation of the poems, some ministers also followed Jun Chemiao's praise again and again.

No one thought that such a fool who had been stupid for ten years would be able to make such a poem.

"Dare to ask the county lord of Anhe, how did you make this poem?" asked a somewhat elderly minister who looked at Mo Jiuqing in amazement.

Mo Jiuqing silently thanked Master Bai Juyi in his heart, and also apologized silently in his heart, and changed the master's Dalin Temple to Anyun Temple.

However, I am also a little glad that I also learned some poetry at the beginning, and I can improvise it today.

Hearing the old minister ask, Mo Jiuqing said lightly and unhurriedly: "When I wrote this poem, I remembered that when my mother took me to Anyun Temple to worship, it was also the season of peach blossoms. ”

When the old minister heard Mo Jiuqing's words, he also agreed very much: "Yes, the most beautiful peach blossom in Lingnan is in Anyun Temple, it is rare that the lord of Anhe can remember such a long time, the deceased is gone, and the living are like this." I hope that the lord of Anhe can cherish the present. During this time, the peach blossoms of Anyun Temple also bloomed, and the lord of Anhe County could go to enjoy the peach blossoms again. ”

Zisang listened to the old minister's words, nodded lightly and said, "Thank you Lord Fu for your suggestion, Jiuqing has this intention, and will take his grandfather to enjoy the flowers another day." ”

When Master Fu heard Zisang's words, he looked at Jiuqing with appreciation and said, "If Emperor Ye can see his granddaughter shine like this today, he will definitely be very happy." I also asked the lord of Anhe County to say hello to Emperor Ye on behalf of the old man. ”

Mo Jiuqing nodded. His grandfather is deeply loved in Lingnan, even if he doesn't ask about the major affairs of the court now, even Jun Chemiao calls him a teacher, and this Emperor Ye is naturally worthy of it.

"Hahaha... Since Fu Aiqing has praised it like this, if I don't appreciate it, I can't say it!" Jun Chemiao couldn't help but smile when he saw his important ministers praising Mo Jiuqing like this.

"Your Majesty, the minister has objections!" Just as Mo Jiuqing was about to speak, an inappropriate voice suddenly sounded.