Li Lu hid the emotion in his eyes, and as soon as he raised his head, he happened to meet the gaze of the Sixth Highness. The phoenix's eyes were too clear, as if everything had nowhere to hide. Li Lu's heart jumped, and he hurriedly bowed his head and saluted.

The other end laughed lazily and let go, Duan Xun was still lying on his side on the couch, his posture was leisurely, and his phoenix eyes smiled, "Why is Manager Li here, please get up." ”

Li Lu was Emperor Mingde's most powerful confidant and servant, and when he saw that people had both eyes and eyes, he straightened up and passed on the holy oracle very respectfully, "Your Highness, Your Majesty invites you to go to the Heart Cultivation Hall to speak." ”

Duan Xun put the scroll down, sat up, and said strangely, "Go at this time?" ”

"Yes, the imperial concubine is also there."

"The head of the labor department made a special trip, and the palace knew about it, so he went."

Emperor Mingde still remembered the matter of today's Qionghualin chrysanthemum appreciation meeting, and after the excerpt was completed, he sat on the dragon chair in a robe and looked at the poems submitted. There are two stacks on the table, one stack is already read, Xiao Changying's poetry and literary talent, and the other stack is written by other girls to appreciate, because of the arrival of the holy car, this poem finally came to his eyes. Under Xiao Changying's genius, most of their poems are mediocre, and some of them are timid, and they dare not write Xiao Changying anymore, just a few strokes to deal with things, and even more, they wrote a name. Emperor Mingde turned it over and took a look, and sure enough, it was Yuanying's share, and his face was blank, and he was used to being lazy.

Concubine Yuan also saw it beside her, and couldn't help laughing, "This girl, it's not on this in the end." It's okay to let her write one or two poems once in a while, but she can't stand letting her chew words and appreciate the ink every day. ”

Emperor Mingde also knew that this girl was so temperamental, so he sighed and pulled out the blank papers. This time I pulled it open, and a familiar handwriting appeared on the next piece of paper.

Why is it familiar? Because of this word, in so many girl psalms that have been read, this handwriting is really ugly.

There was a small poem on the paper, and Emperor Mingde glanced at it slightly, paused, and pulled the paper out.

Yuan Guifei took a closer look, the small poem was brief, and a few strokes in the corner of the paper also drew a single-leaf yellow flower, which was very expressive, and she looked at it throughout, without pretentiousness, with a few strokes, not perfunctory but not deliberate, and very comfortable. After reading this, Concubine Yuan laughed, "This kid is interesting." I couldn't help but think of the little clever Song Liu girl at the banquet.

Emperor Mingde took this piece of paper, and he was in a happier mood after reading it, but he said, "I'm really lazy, and I have a temper with Yuan Ying." ”

When Duan Xun entered the hall, he heard laughter inside. Li Lu bowed inside, and Emperor Mingde saw him and glanced at him slightly. Chief Manager Li replied, "Your Majesty, Your Highness has arrived." ”

"Come in, like snow, and come and read this poem."

The atmosphere inside was just right, and Duan Xun didn't know whose poems attracted the attention of his father, queen and mother. The palace attendant waiting in the hall pushed him to the table, his phoenix eyes drooped slightly, and he saw the familiar handwriting at a glance.

This word, after all, is not the dog crawling word when I was a child, looking at the handwriting, it should be made casually. I saw a few short sentences written above, the first two sentences are "Autumn frost laughs at Ju Duxiu, laughing Ju Duxiu dyes Taiqiu", which is quite neat, and then look at the last two sentences, you can see that the name is coming. The last two sentences are "Qiutai dyes Xiu Duju laughs, Xiu Duju laughs at frost autumn", and the first two sentences are read upside down. This little poem is so straightforward that others can't see it, but he can imagine the girl scribbling on the paper with a smile after she finished writing it.

Concubine Yuan saw him coming and kept watching his reaction. Duan Xun was not interested in the girls' chrysanthemum poems, Xiao Changying's words didn't attract his attention, and now when he looked at this page of poems, his eyes were full of star-like smiles. He reached out and took it, and said with a chuckle, "It's a small poem with a palindrome of words, which shows that the girl who wrote the poem is very thoughtful and interesting." "Look, I didn't hesitate to praise the girl.

Emperor Mingde glanced at him, with some scrutiny in his eyes, "Ruxue, I haven't seen you praise people like this, this praise is still a girl's family." As he spoke, he pointed to the case again, "Look at these again." Duan Xun swept slightly, and the ink words came into his eyes, and he frowned imperceptibly.

The part that Emperor Mingde pointed to was from the hand of Xiao Changying, with a beautiful face and body, and it was written very well, and it was made with hard work. Looking at the poems and texts, they are even better, and each style and genre is well controlled.

Others saw Xiao Changying's amazing talent, but Duan Xun saw this person's uneasy ambition and desire leaping on the paper. The character is Yan Ti, which is one of the favorite fonts of Emperor Mingde. The poems are so thick, and the talent is surging and surging.

Emperor Mingde looked at him, "How is it?" ”

"Erchen can't comment on it." Duan Xun withdrew his hand, didn't touch the papers, and let them scatter on the table. The meaning of this sentence is very clear, I can't comment on it, I don't want to see it, and I don't like it.

"Why?" Emperor Mingde was very curious, and after asking, he heard his son, who had never been silent, say coldly, "So much, my eyes are annoying." It's still good, simple and effortless. ”

"You're very biased." Emperor Mingde shook his head, but there was a smile on his face, and he took Fang Cai's small poem to look at it, and wrote his name after turning it over, it was really the sixth girl of the Song family, Song Yue, his baby daughter, and the pearl of the old man of Song Ge.

"Her brother is Song Meiheng, you have always been good friends with the third son of the Song family, don't think I don't know. You're biased...... It's unfair. ”

Duan Xun also laughed lightly, "If my father says so, my son can't help it." ”

Late at night, calm regained in the Heart Cultivation Palace. Emperor Mingde sat on the dragon chair, looked at the folds for a while, approved the red batch, and Li Lu softly brought the tea over.

Seeing that His Majesty took the tea, he looked at the pile of rice paper and folds on the table, so he reorganized the pages, Emperor Mingde watched his movements, and took a sip of tea, "What do you think of these poems?" ”

Li Lu paused, bowed and replied, "Your Majesty, how can the slave know?" ”

"Come less. Say, forgive your innocence. ”

"Your Majesty, each family has its own opinion on this poetry and appreciation. Some people think that Miss Xiao's poems are good, because they are fine, because they are deep, and because they are absolute. Some people think that Miss Song's poems are also good, because of the spirit and because of the fun. This is interesting, I don't know if Your Majesty is asking about poetry or people? ”

"You slippery head, ask me again." Emperor Mingde waved his hand, "Go, don't get in the way of my eyes." ”

Li Lu smiled with a shy face, "Your Majesty, people often say that seeing words is like seeing people." This Song Liu girl, the words are not good-looking, can you say that she is not good? But her poems are obviously the most amusing to you. It can be seen that what people often say is also inaccurate. Poetry can express people's meaning, but poetry is not right for people, after all, people are much more complicated than poems to write these superficial articles. But the slave knew that all the clear judgments were in the Sacred Heart. ”

Emperor Mingde raised his eyes, Li Lu laughed with him, and after patting the horse's ass, he smeared oil on the soles of his feet, and bowed down very flexibly.

"What the hell." The man on the dragon seat snorted and laughed, and his gaze fell back on the stack of papers that had been reorganized by Li Lu. Isn't poetry right for people? Poetry is good, and ambition is also paved. The ambitious people in the palace saw too much, and they got annoyed.

Song Yansheng didn't know that there was this at all, and when he returned home, he left everything behind, and after taking a bath for a while, Hengbo went inside to see that people were already asleep and sleeping soundly.

The next day, together, refreshed. Recently, the house has been busy with my grandmother's birthday party, and there are footsteps walking inside and out. I went to the big room and looked at Song Shusheng's embroidery, which was a picture of longevity, which had been framed, very exquisite, and every stitch and thread was full of heart. After watching Song Shusheng's birthday ceremony, Song Qisheng and Song Qinsheng also racked their brains to prepare. Bishui also wondered why her girl didn't say that Song Yansheng had already stepped into the carriage and didn't know what to do outside.

At this point, the girl often went out a while ago. Bi Shui looked at the carriage in the distance and couldn't help but be curious - when Hengbo came back, ask her to take a look.

The old lady has always loved her own girls, and she has to be spoiled to the sky, how can the six girls not prepare unsatisfactorily? I must be secretly preparing a surprise.

Song Yansheng came all the way to Yechun Terrace, and the cook invited from Mingyue Ju was waiting early. Song Yansheng tied up the wide sleeves, and Yu Sheng familiarly led the person to the new kitchen room with all the materials, and saw Miss Song roll up her sleeves and start kneading the dough.

That's the surprise she's in store for.

If Bishui was present, it is estimated that his eyeballs would have fallen off.

Miss Song Liu is in the house, the old man and the old lady are petted in the palm of their hands, and the stars in the mansion are like the moon, where have they ever done such a thing as kneading dough? ! It's the whole Jingmen girl, and most of them won't do this by themselves. There is a saying that the gentleman is far away from the kitchen, and the noble girl in the Beijing Gate is even more avoidant of the spring water with her fingers. Song Yansheng has a wide range of interests, and the people take food as the sky, so why avoid it. Hengbo has always suspected in his eyes that it is his own girl who loves to eat, so he spends time on it to satisfy his stomach bag and greedy mouth that he can't fill.

"By the way, Yusheng, have the troupes been arranged?" The six girls rubbed their dough vigorously, patting and beating for a while, and had a lot of fun. Yusheng was used to it, listened to her question, nodded and said, "Naturally, the old lady's birthday banquet is the best troupe in this Yechun Stage, and it has been arranged countless times, and there will be no mistakes." ”

"You're bothered, Yusheng, go to my house for a glass of wine then." Seeing that Yu Sheng was about to shake her head, she smiled and said, "Family banquet is informal." ”

Song Yansheng has always taken the two of them as his own people, and he asked the master to teach him to read and learn calligraphy, and he bothered to send Chunsheng to Tianji Pavilion in Cuishan to learn art, planning for them everywhere, and trusting them very much. Yusheng sometimes thinks back to when they were young and their brothers were lonely, and if they didn't meet the six girls at that time, they probably wouldn't have survived the Red Mansion, let alone the current peace and tranquility. He bowed and smiled, "Yes." The six girls were kind, and Yusheng knew. ”

Song Yansheng didn't care, smiled and waved his hand, and continued to fight against the white dough.