"Daughter, you are wrong, the emperor is heroic and chic, civil and martial arts, all above the emperors of the past dynasties, Xuanzong Dynasty, politically clear, elegant and benevolent, is a rare emperor through the ages, not to mention that the emperor is only thirty-five years old, the spring and autumn are in full bloom, you enter the palace, you will definitely attract his attention, get his attention, whether it is literary or beautiful, you can be a concubine, you can also be a female official, everything is better than you die in this folk. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Guo Yuanwai analyzed seriously.

"Yes, Daddy, my daughter knows that it is Daddy's lifelong wish to let her daughter get ahead, and now is such a good opportunity, how can Daddy let it go? In this case, my daughter will not say anything, but I hope that neither you nor I will regret our decision today. ”

Three days later, a soft sedan carried a beautiful girl into the palace.

In June of the seventh year of Xuande, another locust plague occurred in the Gyeonggi area, and Zhu Zhanji sent officials to direct the elimination of locusts. Still not at ease, he sent a special order to the household department, warning them that the officials in charge of catching locusts in previous years were no less harmful to the people than the locust plague, so it was necessary to strictly prohibit the recurrence of such things.

In order to boost morale, Zhu Zhanji decided to launch a campaign to defeat the locust plague on the cultural front.

He called on everyone to write a poem about catching locusts.

He personally made a "Poem on Catching Locusts" and awarded it to his courtiers.

On this day, above the court, Empress Sun suddenly presented a poem "Locust Hunting Poem" to Zhu Zhanji. The art of catching locusts is uncommon in the world, and I want to find out who this saying is interested in.

Or Yunfeng is fierce, and the sins of heaven cannot be supported by manpower.

Or it is said that locusts are not easy to catch, and drive people into the wild to trample their furrows.

Because of this, the traitors are wanton and greedy, and there is nothing left behind.

The locust plague eats the seedlings and suffers from it, and the officials abuse the people and seedlings.

I only know one thing about this statement, and I don't look into its skin.

Although the expulsion is not exhaustive, the people of the past have no doubts.

Bing throws the old law of fire, and the ancient evil is like this.

There are many but it is not easy to catch sincerity, and its loss of safety is often delayed.

The most said that the descendants are numerous, and there are many Kun worms conceived in the womb.

The beginning of the morning has passed, turning into a hundred rootless ends.

The mouth is full of wind and rain, and the poisonous intestines are dissatisfied and suspicious and hungry.

I don't know how much is wet under the plateau, and the advance and retreat are like Jin Mo.

I don't know who created it.

If everything is like this, the disaster should be prevented as soon as possible.

If the fly's head is unearthed and not caught urgently, the wings are already difficult to achieve.

Only the flock flew from the world, and did not investigate the birth of children from the mountains.

The official legislation is too empty, and the officials are stupid and afraid of punishment and self-deception.

Gaizang ten dare not apply for one, although he is compassionate, he knows why.

It is better to choose a good order with leniency and warn the locusts not to be caught in time.

Although the seedlings are trampled to death because of the catch, they will not be killed at the age of tomorrow.

I have seen it when I tried to hunt locusts, and I thought deeply about it with the benefit of it.

The official money is twenty to buy a bucket, showing that the people are fighting for the people.

The subtlety of the crowd is in manpower, and it is like a capital in an instant.

It is known that although the evil insects are numerous, it is not difficult to be jealous and sharp.

In the past, Yao Chong used this proposal, and it was a good match.

Because Yinjun gave him a wide range of words, he collected poems for me.

Zhu Zhanji was immediately shocked, "This poem is definitely not written by the queen." I wonder which master came to the queen's palace? ”

"Your Majesty. This poem was written by Guo Ai, a famous talented woman in Beijing. ”

Empress Sun smiled.

"Guo Ai? I think I've heard of it! ”

Zhu Zhanji seemed to remember something.

"If the emperor is interested in this Miss Guo, he can go to Kunning Palace to meet Miss Guo. Both of you are talented poets in the world, I don't know what sparks will be produced after you meet? The concubine was optimistic. ”

Sun Lingwei lost no time in inviting.

Zhu Zhanji immediately agreed.

After the next dynasty, Zhu Zhanji couldn't wait to come to Kunning Palace.

In the distance, he saw a young and beautiful girl, wearing a pink and purple brushed jacket, a green ink embroidered skirt, a golden and blue embroidered crepe sweat scarf, and a few orchids on the sideburns.

Long hair hangs down the shoulders, tied with a water-blue silk, the hosta is lightly pulled, the tip of the hairpin hangs down like a small chain of water droplets, a slight shake is like the rain is ethereal, the best silk material moves slightly with the action, like the first bloom of the light plum, not to see the luxury but to see the tranquility.

Guo Ai was composing poetry, concentrating, and had not yet had time to discover the emperor.

Zhu Zhanji was looking closely, the little girl in front of him had clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, beautiful and beautiful, and there was a natural freshness to carve and decorate, especially the charm between the eyebrows and lips, elegant and gentle, and the view was kind, but the expression was warm but revealed a little indifference.

At that moment, 35-year-old Zhu Zhanji was suddenly completely attracted to this beautiful girl.

"You are Miss Guo Aiguo?"

Zhu Zhanji sat quietly next to him, and only after Guo Ai's seven laws were written did he say softly.

"Who are you? Emperor? Did you come to see the folk girl write poetry in person? ”

Guo Ai glanced at her pair of watery apricot eyes, and hurriedly bowed to Zhu Zhanji.

The corners of her mouth were still smiling, but her apricot eyes were filled with sparkling water.

"Miss Guo's poetry is really worthy of her reputation, I admire it."

"Thank you for the emperor's compliment."

After all, she was a young girl, and she had never been appreciated by such a high-level person, so she couldn't help but be a little flattered and blushed.

Her dark eyes suddenly lit up, and when she smiled, the geese fell and the fish sank.

Zhu Zhanji was dumbfounded, and couldn't help but say dumbfoundedly: "Miss Guo is not only poetic, but also so beautiful. Today, when I saw the girl, I realized that there was such a perfect girl in the world. ”

"Your Majesty, you're exaggerating too much. I'm as perfect as you say. When you see me smiling, I have two big rabbit teeth, and I don't think it's good-looking. ”

Guo Ai saw the emperor praising himself so much, and hurriedly couldn't help but say what he thought in his heart.

"No, you're really beautiful. When you smile, these two rabbit teeth are especially beautiful. ”

Zhu Zhanji looked at this little girl who was a little arrogant, and suddenly, he felt so familiar.

"She really looks like a daughter-in-law."

At that moment, this thought quickly welled up in Zhu Zhanji's mind.

"Is it really God's compensation for me, at this time, when my mood is boring and painful, God just sent me such a lovely pistachio?"

Zhu Zhanji looked at the little girl in front of him carefully, and felt that her every move was so beautiful and cute.

"Little girl, why do I think you seem like a person?"

Zhu Zhanji watched Guo Ai finish writing, swaggering around the palace, there is no so-called folk women who can't see the market, and there is no so-called boudoir lady reserved and shy.

"Like whom?"

Guo Ai turned his head and asked seriously.

"Like ......"

At this time, the calcium carbide in front of Zhu Zhanji flashed over Wu Wu's face that was either eccentric or full of affection.

"Son-in-law. You okay? ”

Zhu Zhanji couldn't help but ask in his heart.