As soon as he saw Ziling, Hongyu held her hand, and he frowned slightly: "Your hands are so cold?" Where did you go to blow the wind? ”

Zi Ling smiled lightly: "Zi Ling saw that the cold plums outside the hall were blooming just right, and he was greedy for a while, so he forgot to come back quickly." ”

He smiled and said, "It's good not to run away, it's not like you're coming back." ”

Hongyu motioned to Concubine Shu to get up with her eyes, and Concubine Shu got up angrily and returned to her desk to sit down.

Hongyu said: "Everyone, Aiqing, tonight's Chinese New Year's Eve reunion, happy family. When I am full of wine and food, I want to see your poetry and talents. All of you here, regardless of the courtiers, generals, concubines and palace maids, can freely write poems and lyrics, I have no restrictions on rhyme and subject matter, as long as I write well, I have my own reward. ”

By the end of the sentence, the eunuchs had set up their desks and pen, ink, paper, and inkstones. The ministers who wanted to show their eight-bucket talents began to bow their heads and think hard, but the generals didn't have this Yaxing, and they still talked about it.

Hongyu whispered to Ziling: "Concubine Ai also writes a poem, let everyone here see Concubine Ai's talent." It turned out that the "something" in Li Zhao's mouth was this matter, and he called her here to give her a chance to show her talent?

So, should she thank him? Thank you for giving her a chance to show herself? Perhaps, he is trying to prove to the world that his vision is not vulgar - the reason why he dotes on an ordinary-looking "ugly girl" like her is because of her peerless talent, and he has never been wrong to love!

If she refuses, will he be furious? Can she refuse? Zi Ling replied: "Zi Ling is shallow and does not dare to be ugly in front of others. Sure enough, his face was slightly pale.

Zi Ling changed the conversation and said with a smile: "However, if the emperor likes it, the concubine also wants to fill in the first word." He looked happy and squeezed her little hand slightly. She knew it was a compliment to herself.

The time of the half-pillar incense has passed, and some people have already handed in poems intermittently. Zi Ling calmly paced to the side of the bookcase, and wrote a poem "Linjiang Immortal", which is the willow words filled in by Xue Baochai in the seventy-fourth chapter of "A Dream of Red Mansions". Is this the so-called "God help me"?

"The spring dance in front of the white jade hall is unwinded, and the east wind rolls evenly. The bees and butterflies are in chaos, how many times have they followed the flowing water, how can they be compromised? Thousands of threads will never change, let him gather and divide as he goes. Shaohua Xiu laughed without roots, and the good wind frequently borrowed his strength to send me to Qingyun. ”

After practicing the characters for so many days, Ziling's handwriting is beautiful and generous.

The emperor happily handed over the "Linjiang Immortal" "written" by Ziling (not "filled" by Ziling himself) to everyone for circulation, and the child attached some appreciation: "The catkins were originally rootless, tripless, floating and light things, and the literati have always written catkins, nothing more than sighing their own wandering and grief. Xiao Guifei's poem is very well filled and unconventional. ”

Zi Ling laughed secretly in his heart, and he didn't know if he really liked this song so much, maybe it was because he was ready to let her show her skills, so he specially praised her?

It turns out that this is the so-called "internal determination", Ziling can't be happy, all this is just a comedy, entertaining others and entertaining himself! However, does her emperor like it? Can she say "no"? He was a domineering man, and if he disobeyed his will, it would not end well.

After fighting poems and words, Meng Hongyu spoke again: "Xiao Guifei's zither plays very well, and I love her to play the kite in my spare time." Today, please play a song for everyone. After speaking, the palace ladies set up the zither on the dance floor again.

Zi Ling sat quietly in his seat and didn't get up for a long time.

He made a plan early in the morning, laying out the red carpet for her to walk in infinite beauty, wanting her to be recognized by everyone. All this, so obvious! Perhaps, the guests here are laughing at her in their hearts, right? They will definitely think that she instigated him to do it, and if it weren't for his "ugly face" and extreme lack of confidence, why would he show his talent with such fanfare, so as to tell the world that he deserves to be favored?

Zi Ling felt ashamed and wanted to run away on the spot. However, he didn't want to live up to his kindness, and he didn't dare to live up to it!

Standing up, bowing slightly to apologize, Ziling slowly moved to the guzheng and played a song "Lin'an Resentment". （1）

Although I haven't played this piece for a long time, and the finger shaking is not very smooth, the sadness and sadness flowing from the sound of the piano still infect the guests present. The whispering gradually subsided, and the banquet hall gradually fell silent, only the melodious sound of the piano wafted in the air, and they watched Zi Ling play unwillingly, and a wave of love rose in their hearts.

It turns out that this ordinary woman is really versatile! After the end of the song, the sound of expulsion is endless, and there are still those who clapped their hands and sang unwillingly, still immersed in the sound of the piano.

Such a sad piece was not very suitable for playing on Chinese New Year's Eve, however, because he was deeply moved by such a beautiful sound, no one felt that it was inappropriate, and the emperor did not blame it.

The window is open and the wind enters the room, and the candles are charcoal to ashes.

In the blink of an eye, (2) will pass, and the guests will crowd outside the hall to watch the fireworks.

Bright fireworks gradually bloomed in the night sky, like a woman's youth, dazzling moments, and then turned into light smoke after an instant. Women, women, this fireworks in the sky are warning you - those who use sex to do things with others will love relaxation when they are lustful, and love relaxation will be gracious! （3）

After the fireworks were set off, it was already halfway through the hour (4), and the guests gradually bowed and prayed, and then dispersed.

Zi Ling followed Meng Hongyu one step away, and the two walked quietly on the way back to the palace, the palace maids and eunuchs followed far behind them.

The night after the hustle and bustle seemed quieter, and the footsteps on the wide palace road were sparse. Zi Ling silently looked at his majestic back, and under the palace lamp, his side face was extremely handsome.

Zi Ling had long forgotten the trace of mustard in his heart before, and was silently grateful to him. He loves her, that's why he "planned" for her with such fanfare, right?

Zi Ling took a step forward and stretched out his right hand to grab his left hand. He was startled, looked back and saw that it was her, stunned slightly, and then smiled handsomely and held her hand tightly.

His hands, so warm!

Zi Ling said softly, "Thank you, Your Majesty." ”

"Thank me for what?" He uses "I" instead of "I", at this time, she is not his concubine, but his confidante.

Zi Ling said: "Thank you, your majesty, you know." ”

They looked at each other and smiled.

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Concentrate:

(1) Lin'an Resentment: The performer Lin Jiliang composed according to the melody of the traditional music "Man Jianghong", and in 1992, it was adapted into a guzheng song by composer He Zhanhao. This piece is the author's great love~~~~~ if you are interested, you can listen to it, remember to listen to Yuan Sha's version of Oh~~~O(∩_∩)O~

(2) Hours: between 9 p.m. and 11 p.m. The night was dark and the people had already slept peacefully. Rending is also the meaning of being quiet.

(3) From "Hanshu • The Biography of Mrs. Xiaowu Li": "I have to be fortunate to love me from a humble point with my good looks." The husband is a man who does things with sex, and he loves relaxation when he is weak, and he loves relaxation. ”

(4) Sub-hours: between 11 p.m. and 1 p.m. the next day.