Xue turned her head stiffly and looked at Yang Meiniang blankly, she didn't know what kind of expression she was on now, whether it was surprise, sluggishness, embarrassment, fear, or something else.

This is exactly what Snow has in mind......

Yang Meiniang was wearing a veil, Xue couldn't see her expression, and she didn't know if what she said just now was just casual or tentative, Xue understood that any move at this moment would become the basis for Yang Meiniang's guess, and she had to be cautious in her words and deeds.

Xue lowered her head, she only felt that she could not hear any outside sounds at this moment, only the words "Emperor's son" and her own heartbeat in her ears.

If Sima Yun is really the brother of Xue's half-brother, she doesn't think it has anything to do with it, but if Sima Yun is really the emperor's son, then the situation in the court, the central place, the succession to the throne, the reputation of the emperor and many other issues will become complicated.

Moreover, Sima Yun is now nominally Sima's son, does the prince know about this, and if so, why did he do this, and Sima Yun himself knows it, etc.

Snow only felt that her brain was already overloaded, and she had a splitting headache.

Thinking of this, a sour feeling suddenly surged in Xue's heart, if Sima Yun was really her brother, then let him be the emperor, why should she bother doing anything here.

Before Xue could figure out how to answer Yang Meiniang's question, Yang Meiniang's voice came from her ears again:

"Your Majesty, I just said casually, if Ah Yun is really a prince, then he must be a prince in the palace, and he is a good student, why do you still want to run back to Shihualou."

These words eased Xue's tense nerves, Xue took a deep breath, raised her head, changed her expression to a calm and composed, and said with a smile:

"Miss Yang is really good at laughing, if that's the case, then Yun Gongzi is not my own brother, it's too late for me to be happy, hehe."

Yang Meiniang didn't seem to doubt Xue De's words, and then nodded, and Xue continued:

"However, Miss Yang's words should not be said in front of others next time, now, Yun Gongzi is already the adopted son of the palace, that is, the son of the imperial captain, and there is still no room for suspicion of identity."

Xue half-squinted her eyes, and there was a hint of warning in her words, Yang Meiniang was also a reasonable person, and immediately bowed and said:

"Yes, Your Majesty, it was Mei Niang's words just now."

Xue didn't reply, looking ahead, Xue looked at the situation in the hall, Yang Meiniang also looked ahead, and the two were silent for a long time.

Later, during the banquet, Xue occasionally asked about the daily fun of Shihualou, Yang Meiniang smiled and replied, Yang Meiniang would also ask Xue about the life in the palace, and Xue would also respond, the two were like neighbors, gossiping after tea and dinner.

The two also blended into this joyful banquet, and Xue also enjoyed a pleasant short time in the busy day.

Until Yang Meiniang left with the singers and dancers, the clothes were fluttering, the light and shadow flowed, and the colors were overflowing, like a colorful butterfly, staying for a rest, and then passing away.

The Xuanji Hall finally regained its tranquility and solemnity, and the palace people had removed the food from the banquet and brought sobering tea.

Xue took a sip of sobering tea and said:

"I see that you still seem to be unsatisfied, but I believe that today's fatigue has subsided, and then drink a cup of sobering tea, we will take advantage of the interest to write a poem."

Xue turned her head and looked at Sima Cheng and Sima Yun respectively, signaling them to prepare to record, and when she saw Sima Cheng, she talked to Yang Meiniang about everything about Sima Yun was still in her ears, Xue felt that if Sima Cheng had told her earlier, even if she had given her a little hint, she would not have been so overwhelmed just now.

At this moment, Xue was shocked, but there was a deep resentment in his eyes, even if it was only for a moment, Sima Cheng only felt that his heart tightened, and there was an inexplicable and wonderful pain in his heart.

Throughout the banquet, except for the occasional attention to everyone in the hall, Sima Cheng's eyes never left the snow, she drank, picked up vegetables, and whispered to Yang Meiniang, he silently watched in his eyes.

"Back to Your Majesty, in the Xia Lujiang Zhou family, Zhou Mu" saw a thin son get up, "As Your Majesty said, the full moon is like a disk, the waning moon is like a hook, and relatives on all sides of the sky can also enjoy a round of bright moon, so the ancients have always used the moon to send lovesickness and express the feeling of homesickness." “

"Zhou Gongzi is right." Snow nodded, motioning for him to continue.

"Then let's chant a poem written by Cao Zijian's brother, Cao Zihuan: 'Looking up at the stars and the moon and watching the clouds, the morning song of the flying pigeon is pitiful, and I can't even save it.'" “

Zhou Mu's voice was urgent, and his eyes showed a look of regret, just like he was a son of a small southern clan, who came all the way to the capital, and was in a foreign land, so he couldn't see his family for the time being, and this lovesickness spread to his hometown with the moonlight.

Zhou Mu sat on the left side of the snow, so Sima Yun, who was sitting behind the left side of the snow, picked up the pen and recorded this poem.

Zhou Mu's poem is very flattering, the first to speak, it is inevitable to become the object of comparison, he deliberately avoided the content of ambitions, and chose to look irrelevant, soft and weak miss poems, which not only reflects that he has a certain literary quality, but will not be too sharp, but a kind of throwing bricks and jade.

After Zhou Mu sat down, the hall was silent for a while, and after a while, the second person to stand up was the assistant Cui Lin.

"I feel that the moon hanging high in the sky, so ancient times, beyond time and space, can witness the changes of the world, and how short and small a person's life is, I thought of a poem, according to legend, Shun Chan is located in Yu, and the group of ministers congratulate each other on the singing and composition of "Qingyun Song". Cui Lin arched his hand and replied respectfully.

"The clouds are rotten, and the clouds are many. The sun and the moon are shining, and the sun and the moon are shining. Cui Lin's voice was deep and slow, like an ode, with the power to calm people's hearts.

"This Qingyun is a symbol of auspicious joy, Qingyun is brilliant, Ruiqi is auspicious, indicating that another sage will be carried by Shuntian to receive Zen enthronement, the brilliance of the saint is like the meaning of the sun and the moon, and the whole earth will still be as sunny as in the past, and the light will be bright." Cui Lin explained.

"This is not so much the singing of Emperor Shun, but rather the voice and wish of the people, I believe that the great Yu of the coming day will also shine on the sun and the moon, and the glory is infinite."

Cui Lin's impassioned words, Xue also felt his blood boiling when he heard it, and his body was full of strength.

Sima Cheng, who wrote in the back, frowned lightly, "Qingyun Song" has gorgeous rhetoric and super artistic conception, it is a rare masterpiece, but Cui Lin has words in his words, the sages conform to the people's will to inherit the unification, the heaven and earth are brilliant, if Dayu comes to shine, does it mean that Xue's succession is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people?

Sima Cheng couldn't help but think of the day when Cui Lin showed his loyalty in front of Xue before, Cui Lin was a knowledgeable and steady person, if this was the case, Xue's next road would be much easier.