Sour, hypocritical. Yun Dai said, and couldn't help but smile a little, "Don't they all say that the emperor is extremely smart in poetry books, and the poems he writes are a little unworthy of the name." His Majesty's kind of poems, I can write dozens of them casually. ”

"It's not a small tone." Zhao Yuanjing said, "I heard that you were not valued when you were in your mother's house, and you didn't read any books, can you still write poetry?" ”

"I'm humble."

"In this case, it is snowing so much outside, so you can write a poem on the theme of snow." Zhao Yuanjing said.

"I don't even have to think about it, just what I read casually is poetry." Yun Dai sincerely wanted to suppress his arrogance, and after thinking about it in her heart, she stood up, walked to the window, and said casually, "The snow moon is the most suitable, and the plum and snow are clear." ”

Zhao Yuanjing thought that she was talking big, but who knew that the first sentence of her mouth was really interesting.

Surprised, he looked up at her.

Yun Dai looked at the snow scene outside and continued to whisper: "When I saw the snow in the south of the Yangtze River in the year, the plum blossoms were hairy at the end of the month. This year's early plum blossoms, still years and months, cold and lonely light shines brightly, only owes some snow. ”

Zhao Yuanjing was stunned.

Although these poems sound casual, they can be carefully pondered, but they have a sense of freedom out of the dust.

He really didn't expect to hear such a refreshing little poem from her mouth.

Yun Dai turned around and smiled: "How is it?" ”

Zhao Yuanjing retracted his gaze and said lightly: "It's not satisfactory." However, have you ever been to Gangnam? Although this poem is fresh and dusty, it does not quite fit the current artistic conception. ”

Yun Dai turned her head and stuck out her tongue.

This poem is copied, and it is normal if it does not conform to the artistic conception.

None of this is a problem, though.

Who told her to have a good memory?

"I have another one." Yun Dai said, "Your Majesty listens. The pillow has been cold, and the window is bright again. I know that the snow is heavy at night, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo. ”

Zhao Yuanjing was really surprised now.

Is this woman too quick-witted?

In the blink of an eye, two poems came out, and all of them were good poems with lofty artistic conceptions.

The loneliness and coldness rendered in the latter song are overflowing.

It sounds poignant.

Zhao Yuanjing closed the scriptures, was silent for a while, and asked, "The queen lives here, but she feels lonely and wronged?" ”

Yun Dai was stunned, thinking of the artistic conception of this poem, she couldn't help laughing.

This is a poem made by Bai Juyi when he was degraded, and he naturally has a sense of depression and loneliness.

It seems that Zhao Yuanjing thought that this was a portrayal of her own mood.

She thought for a moment and said, "I don't feel lonely, and I don't feel aggrieved at all." It's just that the snow falls in the cold winter, which inevitably makes people feel cold. However, after Yan'er came, it became much more lively. ”

Zhao Yuanjing took out a small brocade box from his cuff, put it on the table, and said, "This is the antidote I asked for from the Empress Dowager. In fact, it is not a particularly poisonous drug, and the antidote is not difficult to prepare, but it is more time-consuming. The Queen Mother is not bad in nature, but she loves the little emperor too much, and she is a little irrational. ”

"I don't need to."

"I know, you asked Imperial Doctor Meng to refill the medicine. But today is already the third day, and if he doesn't take the antidote, his decoction can't be suppressed. He said, "Although there are quarrels and entanglements between you and me, you don't have to be stubborn in such matters. You don't want Yan'er to see you uncomfortable, do you? ”

Yun Dai thought about it, walked over and opened the box, took out the antidote inside, and threw it into her mouth. Take a hundred times to read the latest chapter of "The Queen is My Black Moonlight Claw Book House" for free for the first time.

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