Mu Ling's position was at the front, looking at the concubines dressed in various colors around him, he only smacked his tongue in his heart.

Now that the cold winter weather is cold, there are even concubines who wear sheer feather coats in order to be beautiful and moving, and the beauty is beautiful, but such a sick beauty makes people look awkward.

With the Empress Dowager taking her seat, this Chinese New Year's Eve dinner began.

After eating, the ministers thanked him, and then dispersed.

Although the Queen Mother also wanted to see this poetry activity, she was only old and in poor spirits, so she shouted that she was tired and went back.

Only the emperor and a group of concubines remained, but they became more and more comfortable.

Mu Ling looked at this group of flowery women, and then looked at Liang Chu who was sitting at the top, only to feel that this mode could not be adapted to in the end.

Moreover, Su Nianru, who was sitting next to Liang Chu with a faint smile on the corner of her lips, her indifferent eyes were the domineering that the mother of the main palace should have.

After all, they are just concubines.

Mu Ling covered his eyebrows and didn't bother to pay attention to everyone in the venue.

"Lady Niangniang, it's your turn!"

There was a coaxing in the field, and a coquettish smile came to the ears. Mu Ling suddenly raised his head, and saw that everyone was staring at him, and a little eunuch in front of him was waiting with a box of lots.

"This lot, the topic is exactly one person, and there must be more than enough!"

Li Guiren shouted crisply, the person had already stood up, and he couldn't wait to come over and grab Mu Ling's hand and go in and grab one.

Mu Ling looked at it, she was in the front position, and Su Nianru was the only one who got the title at this time.

At this time, everyone was staring at her burningly, eager to see a hole in her.

Mu Ling turned his head to look at Shang and smiled: "What did the queen mother draw?" ”

"The topic drawn by this palace is flowers, but I think it's still a little cheesy, I'm afraid I can't make any good poems." Su Nianru's eyes flashed, but she looked generous.

This flower is a work, and there are a lot of good poems since ancient times. There are many that have been passed down through the ages, but now they are doing what they say, but they can't be brilliant.

At this time, most people are looking forward to drawing a more remote topic, so that they can be outstanding.

Mu Ling smiled and nodded, and reached into the box and grabbed one at random.

I used a strip of paper cut from good rice paper, and when I opened it, I saw that there was a word 'lamp' written on it.

This word is really embarrassing.

The first thing that Mu Ling thought of was the modern incandescent lamp, which was so bright that it was simply nostalgic.

However, this ancient lantern refers to the lantern, which was only available at the Lantern Festival, and I don't know how to compose poetry.

"What did Concubine Shu draw?"

Liang Chu saw that her face was not good, and he became more and more worried in his heart, and he thought that he would simply not return to the palace tonight, and he would go over to accompany other women to spend this Chinese New Year's Eve.

Mu Ling naturally didn't know what he was thinking, but at this moment, he happened to think of a famous poem, so he couldn't help but smile a little more, and spread out the note: "It's a 'lamp' word, but it makes me embarrassed." ”

"Everyone knows that Sister Shufei likes to dance with guns and sticks, but now she is embarrassed. Why don't you pick a favorite topic among the sisters, and everyone will exchange it with you. ”

Li Guiren covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and there was a hint of ridicule in his eyes.

Isn't this an attempt to embarrass people?

It's just a coincidence that she really found a suitable word for this topic.

Mu Ling hooked his lips and smiled: "Unfortunately, this topic happens to be in this palace." I came up with a few words at this time, and it's better not to disturb the palace sisters. If you forget everything by then, the palace will depend on you. ”

Think she doesn't learn anything, do you? Then she will simply be a scoundrel to the end.

Even if you don't want to snatch Liang Chu over today, you have to give this group of women a dismount, so that they will trouble her if they have something to do all day long.

Li Guiren was choked by Mu Ling, but he couldn't speak for a long time.

Useless stuff!

Su Nianru glared at Li Guiren, turned her head and smiled: "Since you have already come up with a few sentences, why don't you write it first." Don't lose it when the time comes, that's a pity. ”

"That's right...... There is no hurry. Mu Ling groaned, and finally refused.

She is not good at soft pens, and if she wants to write this handwriting, she will definitely be laughed at by this group of people. She doesn't have so much time to spare, so she always gives this group of people some handles!

Su Nianru's face darkened, smiled awkwardly, and turned her eyes away.

Concubine Yan had seen enough of the drama at this time, so she came out to play a round: "There are still many sisters and sisters who have not been smoked, so why is it urgent at this time." ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand to greet the little eunuch who was holding the box of lots, reached in and grabbed a note, and then asked the people behind him to draw it one by one.

When it comes to the topic of poetry, it is impossible to make it so difficult.

Just simple flowers, birds, insects, fish and other ordinary things, and some difficult is the freehand scenery, it's just that.

Mu Ling saw that this group of people didn't have anything new, so he simply turned his head away and didn't look at it.

She wanted to stay out of it, but someone wouldn't let her go.

The drawing of lots came in order, but this poem is not used. Only when you have a poem, you will write it down on rice paper by yourself, show it to everyone one by one, and finally choose the best one.

Some talented ones made sixteen-sentence long poems, and some wrote lyrics. A little simpler is like a concubine, so she simply wrote a small poem or two, and the right is to join in the fun.

Everyone looked down one by one, but saw that Mu Ling was the only one who hadn't started writing.

"Concubine Shu is still pondering?" Su Nianru had a decent smile on her face, but the look in her eyes was a little proud.

"If Concubine Shu really can't think of it, she will simply be like Concubine Li, and compose such a little poem, which is also very interesting, and it should be a good fun."

Concubine Yan held a piece of rice paper in her hand, and wrote two lines of poetry neatly on it, which was simple and clear.

Mu Ling tilted his head and looked at it, then nodded and said, "It's really good, Concubine Li is so indifferent, but it makes the palace admire." ”

Concubine Yan didn't expect her to be able to appreciate it at this time, and she was also choked up, so she put away the rice paper.

"Concubine Ai doesn't know how to write?" Liang Chu was anxious, "If I come to write, it would be good for the concubine to read to me." ”

"It's so good, then it's annoying to the emperor."

Mu Ling laughed at this time, and breathed a sigh of relief.

It is already an honor to ask the emperor to ghostwrite, presumably this group of people will have nothing else to say except jealousy.

Feng Shou hurriedly prepared the four treasures of the study, and after laying the groundwork, Liang Chu turned his head and looked at Mu Ling with a burning look: "Love the concubine and say." ”