"Lord Wang, the cheap concubine is ugly. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Jiang Mo slowly wanted to get up, Qi Lin wanted to explain something, pulled Jiang Mo's skirt, Jiang Mo smiled slightly, and signaled him to relax.

Seeing Jiang Mo get up, Banyue, who was waiting on the side, hurriedly came over to help, and helped her to the stage along the class.

Jiang Mo looked at everyone in the audience, and for some reason thought of Zheng Rongrong and Banyue, and felt that Du Mu's poems were aroused.

Silver candle cold light autumn painting chimney,

Light Luo small fan fluttering fireflies.

The night of the heavenly steps is as cool as water,

Sit and watch Morning Glory Vega.

After the poem was chanted, everyone was silent, and Ban Yue and some of the palace maids who had read literature broke down in tears, and the atmosphere of joy disappeared for a while.

"Bold Jiang Zhaoyi, this is a Qingtian Festival, and you have made such a rebellious verse, are you criticizing everyone here for treating women harshly?" The speaker is none other than Li Shangshu.

"Lord Shangshu, the concubine has never wanted to add a word or two to you, but it really says what the little woman thinks, people, they are all involuntarily." Jiang Mo didn't pay attention to Li Shangshu anymore after speaking, and with the support of the moon, he returned to his own seat.

"What Li Shangshu said is reasonable, I have already heard from the poem that this Jiang Mo has a great rebellion." Although Xiao Guifei didn't understand what this poem meant, she seized an opportunity to make Jiang Mo ugly today, and she refused to let it go.

"You girl still haven't lost her face, have you? Sit down! At this time, Xiao Guogong watched the emperor's face turn from red to black, and felt a little bad in his heart, although he held the military power, but the face of the Son of Heaven still had to take care of one or two, and he was busy drinking Xiao Guifei.

"Woo, grandpa, this Jiang Mo has a heart of treason, you quickly bring him to justice." Concubine Xiao is used to being arrogant on weekdays, but she didn't expect to be so angry now, and her tears rolled unconsciously.

For a while, the good banquet was messed up, and Qi Lin just wanted to say something, but the queen threw her hand, and the crisp voice made everyone stunned.

"What are you going to do, just for a poem and make a fuss, don't you lose our royal face, today, the emperor wants to talk to you, regardless of national affairs, put down your body and talk to you about the feelings of the monarch and ministers, you are good, you don't appreciate your face, and make these moths out, what crime should you be guilty of?" After the queen finished speaking, the crow was silent.

A moment later, Wang Xian took the lead in speaking.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what the queen said is reasonable, today, we just need to get drunk like mud, come on, come, I will punish myself with three glasses first." After Wang Xian, one of the three princes, drank three glasses of wine, everyone also drank one after another, and the atmosphere was instantly eased.

"Your Majesty, I didn't expect this Jiang Zhaoyi to have such talent, the old minister really admires and admires, this poem can be chanted in the triple realm, it is really not easy." Wang Xian looked at Jiang Mo's eyes full of admiration, although he had some festivals with Jiang Mo before, but Wang Xian is a person who loves talents, and he will not reduce his good impression of a person for trivial things, Jiang Mo and Wang Xian looked at each other, and their pretty faces flew red, and they were also impostors of Du Mu, so they were a little embarrassed.

"Since Mrs. Wang said so, then Jiang Zhaoyi deserves some rewards, I turned around and ordered the Ministry of Internal Affairs to send some brocade to Jiang Zhaoyi's palace, and Jiang Zhaoyi didn't thank Mrs. Wang quickly." Qi Lin tasted Jiang Mo's poems, and slowly realized the meaning and profound literary accomplishment, this Jiang Mo's talent is afraid that compared to himself, it is better than it.

"Mo'er, in this life and this life, even if you are half in the soil and the flowers bloom for a hundred miles, I will never let you out of the palace." Qi Lin secretly made up his mind again.

"The concubine thanked the princess." Jiang Mo stood up and saluted slightly.

"Your Majesty, this Jiang Zhaoyi's poem does have a bit of something to offer, the women in the palace can't see their relatives a few times throughout the year, and now it's the end of the year, we are drinking and having fun here, this touching scene is really a bit moving."

"Well, what Wang Taifu said is indeed reasonable, so let's announce that from next year, every year at the Qingtian banquet, women in the palace can invite a relative in the family to live in the palace."

After Qi Lin finished speaking, the palace maids present cried with joy when they heard this, and they knelt down one after another, and at the same time did not forget to glance at Jiang Mo gratefully.

"This hateful Jiang Mo is all in the limelight!" Xiao Guifei lowered her head and drank a few glasses of wine.

In the end, the banquet ended successfully.

Jiang Mo was about to return to the palace with the support of the moon, but he didn't expect that someone was pulling him, Jiang Mo turned around and found a familiar face - Jiang Lin.

"Brother?" Jiang Mo was speechless in shock.

"What, Mo'er doesn't recognize me?" Jiang Lin scratched the bridge of Jiang Mo's nose, and the moon wanted to reproach a few words, but seeing that this person was so intimate with Jiang Mo, and after a closer look, he found that the two looked somewhat similar, and suddenly understood.

"Brother, why are you here?"

"Mo'er Mo is not confused, I am a waiter of the Sanpin Rite Department."

"I forgot." Jiang Mo suddenly realized.

"Mo'er, now that you are a second-grade Zhaoyi and have become the favorite concubine of the saint, and with her flesh and blood, I think you can be regarded as a rising tide." Jiang Lin put his hand on Jiang Mo's abdomen, feeling the trembling in it, speaking of which, this Jiang Lin is also the relationship between the fetus and has become a relative of the emperor, but Jiang Lin is not excited, and there is a sense of time passing.

"Mo'er, I'm afraid it's a little difficult to be in the palace now." Jiang Lin also saw the situation just now at the banquet, if it wasn't for the queen and the princess to come forward, he would have already stood up and spoke for Jiang Mo.

"What's better than bad talking?" Jiang Mo really couldn't say anything like "rest assured for my brother, everything is fine in the palace".

"Hey, Mo'er, pay attention to everything in the future."

"Well, brother, just rest assured, stay up for another year, and after a year, the emperor will allow me to leave the palace." Jiang Mo's originally dull eyes suddenly had a little light.

"Really?" Jiang Lin glanced at Jiang Mo's abdomen, and a wry smile was fleeting.

"If Jiang Mo leaves the palace, when the time comes, it will be a good life for my brother to wash the dust for you."

"Well, brother, I'm going to bother you then, by the way, I'm going to call my quasi-brother."

"Okay, it's all Yi'er." The conversation between the two ended like this feast.

In the palace of the child, no matter how ferocious the beast was, it was already dormant.

"Yue'er, I'm in pain, go and call the doctor." Jiang Mo was awakened by the commotion in his abdomen in the middle of the night, and a cold sweat broke out.

Ban Yue, who was leaning on the bedpost, woke up suddenly, didn't sit still, fell down, saw Jiang Mo's situation, suddenly felt something wrong, and hurriedly ran to the hospital.

"Hmm, it hurts." Jiang Mo gradually fainted, and the fishy smell of her lower body slowly spread in the room.