picked up Qingqing and got out of the car, thinking that Xiao Yiheng had already gone away, but he didn't want him to stand outside the car, and when he saw her come out, he took a hand.

Mengqing wanted to pretend that she didn't see it, but there were still Beining envoys and many ministers standing opposite, and her hand had to be put up.

Xiao Yiheng finally glanced at her with satisfaction, and walked forward with her hand amid many greetings.

The palace is set up on Minhang Mountain, which is surrounded by mountains on all sides, although it is not as magnificent as in the palace, but it has a quiet and elegant atmosphere.

If you compare it with modern times, it is definitely a pure natural green ecological environment, under the blue sky and white clouds, enjoying the pleasant scenery makes Mengqing's mood a lot better.

In fact, she didn't sleep well last night, and she thought that she wouldn't care much about other people's feelings, just like Aunt Qiu's death didn't arouse much guilt in her, but the sad eyes when Allure left really pierced her heart.

"What do you think?"

A cold sound beside her startled her, and her body slid down the steps just under her feet.

Xiao Yiheng stretched out his hand and pulled hard, but what made her stand firm was another force.

The steely aura was the same as ever, and as long as that man appeared, you couldn't ignore even the words.

"Thank you." After instinctively responding, she distanced himself from him, and he automatically retreated to the position of the courtier.

Xiao Yiheng looked at it sensitively, and after not seeing anything wrong in the gaze under the mask, he re-annotated the woman beside him.

"Haven't answered me yet."

Dream light dazed: "What? ”

Xiao Yiheng took her hand and squeezed it fiercely, she frowned in pain, and tried hard to pull it off, but he didn't send it, she pumped it again, he didn't let go, he simply stepped on it.

This time, Xiao Yiheng finally let go, and the pain in his feet made him stand for a while longer, but the woman walked forward without regard for humility.

The movements of the two were actually not big, and they were covered by wide clothes, but they did not escape the eyes of one person, that is, the second prince of Bac Ninh.

"His Majesty the Emperor and the Empress are really a couple."

seems to be a sentence that is not salty or light, but Xiao Yiheng inexplicably feels a little ironic.

Walking inside, it is a high platform paved by a cyan Dali Temple, there is a pavilion on the platform, surrounded by springs, and there are many red goldfish swimming around.

After taking a seat, Qu Cunbei took the lead in asking: "Your Majesty, what should be the topic of today's Wenbi?" ”

Xiao Yiheng looked at the woman sitting beside him, and knew that her handy little Kai was okay, but she was not very proficient in poetry and books, and was about to speak, but this woman took the lead.

"Since it is King Anning's choice of concubine, according to the meaning of the palace, why don't you ask King Anning to make the question in person?" Dream looked at the past and happened to meet the man's gaze.

This time she was even more sure that the two of them were definitely not the same person, and Allure would not look at her like this.

"What does the imperial brother think?" Xiao Yiheng asked.

Xiao Yiting's tiger-like body sat there upright, his eyes squinted slightly and looked around, and suddenly landed on a half-dead weed, pointing to it: "Let's take this painful melon seedling as the theme." ”

The pair of obsessive eyes looking at him were shocked, and his face gradually became embarrassed: "Lord Anning, what is there to write about that vine melon seedling?" ”

"Since the princess is not happy, then it is better to do it." Xiao Yiting got up suddenly, completely ignoring the emperor present and leaving.

Now Qu Nishang was in a hurry, "Wait, I'm ...... I write! "Measure a painful melon seedling, and the queen mother can't write out the flying immortals.

The tall figure turned sideways slightly, and the afterglow seemed to fall on the woman who accompanied the Son of Heaven.

Mengqing is calm, but her heart is not as calm as it seems, she must cheat in this competition, because she is not very sure about the next game.

A moment later, the two bookcases were brought up, separated by a screen for the sake of fairness.

Princess Ni Shang's beautiful eyebrows swept towards the short Teng gourd, and the corners of her lips lifted up with foam sarcasm, and she wrote down in an essay.

Dream was a moment late, looking at the low and withered melon seedling, like an unattended child, who lived resolutely under the wind and rain, and also made her think of someone.

The surrounding discussions gradually increased, and they all complained again and again about the queen's distracted behavior, what about the concubine of the loyal and brave marquis, it is not that she can't hold the stage, and she is not worthy of being the queen at all.

Suddenly, the hem of her skirt was tugged, and she looked down to see that it was Qingqing, who was gesturing at her with an anxious face.

Dream smiled at it, picked up the pen directly, and the vigorous and powerful font was dyed on the rice paper like water.

On the other side of the partition, Princess Nishang suddenly smiled, and the brush in her hand fell.

She picked up the rice paper on the table, blew the ink on it, and said proudly: "Please also ask His Majesty the Emperor to take a look." For her, who began to recite poetry at the age of five, it was simply trivial.

At this moment, the Liang courtiers present shook their heads and lamented in unison, sure enough, their queen couldn't wait for the stage.

The smile on Ni Shang's face became even brighter, and she said through the screen: "Queen Liang, I'm one step ahead of you." He shook the paper in his hand and handed it to the eunuch beside him.

But before the words fell, I saw that the queen mother also straightened up and blew the ink on the paper, and said to everyone: "I'm afraid that I will disappoint Princess Nishang, but this palace is not outdated." ”

"It also depends on what is written, right, Emperor, I believe you will not be biased."

Pan Rongxi took the one in the queen's hand and handed it to the emperor, and the screen in front of the palace had also been removed.

All the courtiers who accompanied the tour waited with bated breath, not knowing how far the literary contest between the two women had reached.

Xiao Yiheng's gaze skimmed from Princess Nishang's poems, and nodded appreciatively, Princess Nishang's literary style can be regarded as worthy of the identity of Princess Anning.

However, when his gaze fell on the second manuscript of the poem, the thick black sword eyebrows slowly rose, and the dark eyes gradually fell into the deep pool.

The concentrated ministers suddenly felt a chill on their backs, could it be that the queen wrote something rebellious? Otherwise, how could the emperor have such an expression?

Tong Ge Lao stroked his three-inch-long gray beard and quickly got up from his seat, and arched his hand: "The emperor doesn't have to bother, it's just the internal show of the two daughters' families, and it doesn't matter if you win or lose." ”

"This lord is wrong to say!" Qu Cunbei also stood up: "The reason why the royal sister participated in this competition is to be elected Princess Anning, how can she say that it is not important now?" ”

"This ......" Tong Ge was dumbfounded for a while.

Xiao Yiheng waved his hand and motioned for them to return to their seats, looking at Meng Qing, as if he wanted to look at another person through her body, and couldn't help but make her feel a little weak.

"This poem...... Did you write it? ”

"If the emperor is not satisfied?" Mengqing is not thick-skinned to that extent, and uses other people's achievements to invite credit.

After a while, the pair of black eyes that had insight into heaven and earth finally retracted, pointed to the piece of paper on the right, and said, "I thought the queen was better. ”

Qu Cunbei's gaze was still gentle, and his voice was calm and calm, "Since Your Majesty said so, it is better to read it out and let everyone listen to it, so that I can be convinced of losing." ”

Meng smiled lightly, but he was also generous: "Since His Royal Highness said so, this palace will say it to you." ”

She raised her gaze slightly, looking at the dwarf vine, and the words of her voice echoed clearly between the green mountains and waters.

"One pick makes the melon good, and then the melon is thin, the third pick is still free, and the ...... is picked" She turned around suddenly, perhaps because Queen Meng's resentment was too deep, and she spit out the last three words with some sadness in her eyes: "Hug ...... Vine...... Return to ......"

For a while, only the birds in the mountains and forests and the sound of trickling water remained, what does the queen's poem mean? Fighting for the King of Tranquility?

Several old ministers did not know in their hearts that this throne was originally owned by King Anning, if he hadn't gotten a strange illness because of the fire, the person sitting in that position now would be King Anning.

"Uhhh

Someone moved faster, and a snow-bright long sword rushed straight to Mengqing's neck, and the sharp blade cut a bright red wound.

At the same time, another bright yellow figure rushed over, kicked the sword away, and suddenly held the person in his arms, and his tone was rarely heavy: "She is your imperial sister-in-law." ”

Xiao Yiting's eyes burst out with a flame-like red light, if it weren't for the envoy of Beining, he would definitely have broken her body into thousands of pieces! actually provoked the relationship between the emperor and him.

Xiao Yiheng didn't think much about it, just with those resentful eyes, he still understood the true meaning of the poem.

After the shock, Meng quietly withdrew from Xiao Yiheng's arms, "The concubine went to change her clothes." ”

The bloody wound seemed to be stabbed in Xiao Yiheng's heart, but this woman was so stubborn, "Come on, ask the imperial doctor to treat the queen's mother." ”

Meng paused lightly, and his calm eyes were finally dyed with waves: "Please also ask the emperor to take care of your King Anning!" Beware of his wedding in time for the funeral of Hongu! ”

Qu Cunbei's hand holding the jade fan slowly clenched, and his eyes seemed to be smiling: "Queen Daliang is a heroine among women." ”

There are many meanings in these words, and no one here dares to take them.

On the contrary, Xiao Yiting's eyes now turned to the opposite side: "I don't know how Princess Nishang's poems are?" ”

It was a happy thing to be mentioned by the beloved man, but at this moment, Qu Nishang actually flinched a little.

Seeing that she didn't take the initiative, Xiao Yiting actually walked to the emperor's hand, picked up the piece of paper directly, and said aloud in front of everyone: "On the wilting branches of the lone seedling, the green leaves are fat, the flowers are dotted with flowers, and the melons are full in autumn." ”

Raising his eyes, the contemptuous gaze was undisguised.

Qu Nishang's face was crimson when he saw it, but thinking of the stunning face behind the mask, this humiliation was nothing: "I am not as good as others, I just admit defeat, and I can afford to lose." ”

Qu Cunbei arched his hand, and his eyes fell on another piece of rice paper: "I wonder if His Majesty the Emperor can appreciate his face and give me the Empress Mother's ink treasure?" ”

The two countries gave away a calligraphy and painting, but looking at the vigorous and powerful font on it, Xiao Yiheng was unwilling to let go.

He had seen this word, it was the prescription sent to the imperial pharmacy that day, when was her word no longer Juanxiu's Xiaokai, but this sense of grandeur like a peak?

"If Your Royal Highness likes it, I will ask the scholars of the dynasty to give you a sealed pen, and the things of my daughter's family should never be left outside." The rice paper in his hand had already been handed to Pan Rongxi and quietly taken away.

"If Your Majesty is willing to cut your love, how about I give it as a dowry?"

Meng Qing happened to turn around from the path, and said funny: "Since His Royal Highness likes the ink treasures of this palace so much, why don't you write a few more paintings in this palace and exchange them with you?" ”

Qu Cunbei raised his eyes and was surprised to find that the slender wound on her neck had miraculously disappeared.