"Lord, the concubine has a better sentence, the prince might as well listen to it?"

"Ma'am, come quickly."

"At the end of the day, the Yellow River flows into the sea. If you want to be poor, go to the next level. ”

Listening to the eternal sentences chanted by Gu Muqing's mouth, Zun Mojun couldn't help but applaud again and again, "Good poetry, good poetry, want to be poor for thousands of miles, and go to the next level." I didn't expect this king's wife to have such a talent, it really opened the king's eyes, let's have another song. ”

Gu Muqing thought to himself, one more song? This is simpler, see if Zun Mojun has heard of it, if he hasn't even heard of this poem, then he can use the three hundred Tang poems that he was forced to memorize by his teacher since he was a child to conquer all the people who can speak well.

"Ahem, lord, please listen. The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. ”

Zun Mojun whispered in his mouth, "What should I do in front of this bed......

As soon as Gu Muqing heard this, he knew that he would have to sit firmly in the name of a talented girl in the future.

"Lord Wang, can you come out, this concubine is going to count down, ten, nine, eight......"

"You are really a little villain, this king admits defeat, I am a martial artist, I am already satisfied with a song, you might as well princess to the next two sentences."

"Raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown."

"Good poetry, really good poetry."

Zun Mojun carefully recalled the two poems that Gu Muqing had just recited, one poem had a surging and atmospheric mind, and the other had a distant lovesickness.

The poem carves the artistic conception of the intoxicating autumn night of the mirror in clear language, which does not pursue the novelty and strangeness of imagination, but also abandons the exquisite beauty of rhetoric, and expresses such a rich nostalgia in a fresh and simple way, which is really wonderful.

Zun Mojun stopped Gu Muqing's waist and kissed her on the face.

"The princess of my family is really humble. You're a poet. ”

Gu Muqing was stunned again and again, these two poems were just poems that she could blurt out when she thought of them temporarily, she didn't dare to desecrate the works of the ancient masters, and she couldn't afford the title of poet immortal.

"Lord Wang, don't you have to go to the early dynasty tomorrow? Rest early tonight, and the concubine will retire. ”

After saying this, Gu Muqing saluted Zun Mo Jun, turned around and was about to walk out of Zun Mo Jun's room.

She didn't expect a hot embrace to quickly cover herself, and the unique fragrance of Zun Mojun came to her nostrils, "The princess won't leave tonight, let's stay in this king's house." ”

Gu Muqing blushed with shame, sure enough, if you don't see each other for a day, tonight is destined to be another unquiet night.

Zunmo Juntian got up as soon as he was slightly bright, gently kissed Gu Muqing, who was lying naked beside him, and entered the palace after getting dressed.

"Brother Huang, my brother has something important to play."

Zun Motian saw that Zun Mojun came to his dormitory early before he went to the early court, and couldn't help but guess that there might be news from Gu Muqi's side, so he hurriedly walked out of bed barefoot to greet Zun Motian.

"How's it going?"

"My brother's wife, Gu Shi, returned to the house yesterday and invited her sister Gu Muqi to enter the palace on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival." Zun Mojun deliberately filled his tone and lost Zun Motian's appetite.

"So she agreed?"

"Yes."

As the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Zun Motian was excited like a big child, happily jumping up and down without a shadow of the emperor.

Coughing in embarrassment, the Venerable Demon Lord signaled his imperial brother to pay attention to the impact.

Zun Motian calmed down and called his father-in-law beside him, "Go, pick out some beautiful clothes and jewelry to reward the Gu family's concubine." ”

Looking at his brother's absurd behavior, the Venerable Demon Lord couldn't help but feel sorry for him, and hurriedly said on the side, "Brother Huang, forgive my brother for speaking bluntly. The younger brother thought that it was better not to give gifts to the Gu clan at this time."

At this time, Zun Motian asked puzzledly, "Why?" ”

Zun Mojun stood up and sat on Zun Motian's side, "Brother Huang, Brother Huang thinks that this matter should not be so obvious, according to Brother Chen, Gu Muqi has a gentle personality but is sensitive, at this time, Brother Huang only gave her a gift, she must be too careful at home, it may backfire." ”

Listening to what Zun Mojun said, Zun Motian felt that it was unreasonable, "Then you say, what should the widow do?"

Zun Mojun thought about how he treated Gu Muqing on weekdays, and said to Zun Motian, "The younger brother thinks that the imperial brother should create a beautiful encounter with Gu Muqi on the day of the banquet, which can not only deepen Gu Muqi's impression of the imperial brother, but also show the imperial brother's intentions for her." And it's not abrupt. ”

"This is a very good method, so how should the widow create this romantic encounter?"

After all, Zun Motian is the king of a country, above 10,000 people, and the beauties of the harem are also all kinds of beauties from all over the world, all of them are scrambling to wait for him to turn over the cards, and there is no woman who makes him need to bother to please. He had never thought about these things, and he couldn't help but have no clue.

"The younger brother thinks that the imperial brother can set off some fireworks when everyone is admiring the moon, the sky is gorgeous at that time, the scene is grand, if the imperial brother happens to be around the Gu clan at that time, the beautiful scenery will definitely leave a deep impression on her. The rest of the things need to be played by the royal brother himself. ”

At this time, Zun Motian imagined the picture described by Zun Motian in his mind, and thought it was very good, so he hurriedly ordered the skilled craftsmen in the palace to hurry up the time to make fireworks on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

I didn't expect the two brothers to reach a surprising agreement on how to please Miss Gujia, maybe this is the fate in the dark.

Zun Motian saw that the hour was not early, so he ordered Zun Mojun to go to the main hall to wait for the early dynasty, while he was dressing and thinking about how he would make the most perfect encounter with Gu Muqi.

Zun Mo Jun came out of Zun Motian's dormitory, and secretly thought to himself, it is really an opportunity to create.

Thinking back to a year ago, he and the royal brother are still incompatible.

He knew in his heart that he had always held the military power in his hands, and he did not hand over the military power when the imperial brother ascended the throne.

But helplessly, Zun Mojun knows that as the younger brother of the king of a country, he must have his own usefulness, people are swordsmen, and I am fish and meat, in this era when his life is not up to himself, he can only make himself useful.

"The emperor drove to the ......" Gonggong Li, who was beside Zun Motian, stood at the foot of the steps in the main hall, shouting at Zun Motian's arrival.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live, long live......" •

Zun Motian wore a dragon robe, sat high on the dragon chair, and asked the ministers to report the latest important events.

Gu Hou Ye took a step forward and bent over, "Your Majesty, the subordinates have something to play." ”