"Back to the emperor, the concubines are not talented, and they can't write better poems than Zhaoyi's sister."

Murong Xue stood up and was slightly blessed.

"If you can't do it, forget it, what about you, concubine? Don't tell me that you can't write poetry. ”

"Your Majesty...... Concubine ......"

Murong Qianqian swallowed her saliva, her situation was the same as Murong Xue, she couldn't write better poetry than Lan Zhiyu.

But as a noble concubine, if she said the same thing as Murong Xue, she would be swept away in the harem.

"Guifei Niangniang, where are your poems?"

Lan stopped slanting and looked at Murong Qianqian.

"I just said that I want to show my talent, but you, the concubine, now, my sister has already made a song, what about you?"

"This ......"

Murong Qianqian clenched her teeth, her hands trembling.

"That's it, I see, the concubine can't write poetry today."

"After all, Xuan'er is so good, it makes sense that she can't do it."

"Maofu, pass on my will, Zhaoyi has both ability and political integrity, and is broad-minded, and will be named a first-class virtuous concubine from now on. In addition, the poems of the talented and virtuous concubines were handed over to the Guoxue Hall and written into the books, so that the children of Yunguo could emulate the talents of the virtuous concubines. ”

"Yes!"

As soon as Si Qing's words fell, the concubines present were shocked.

This is a great honor, not only promoted to a first-class concubine, but also because of that poem, it can be recorded in history.

"Concubine, thank the emperor for his grace."

Lan stopped at a slight blessing, but Si Qing helped her up with his own hands.

"Okay, the concubine is also lacking today, so you will all disperse, as for the concubine, I think you are still lacking in this aspect of talent and learning, and now that I have not established, you are the lord of these six palaces.

As the lord of the six houses, if you can't have both ability and political integrity, the consequences will ...... But it's a bit of a serious ......."

"The concubine knows."

Murong Qianqian's face turned pale, but she couldn't disobey the situation.

"Let's disperse."

"Yes."

All the personnel went out of Qiyue Palace at this moment.

When Murong Xue passed by Murong Qianqian's side, she smiled indifferently.

She had long known that Murong Qianqian, a woman, could not take on the responsibility of a concubine.

Now this face is a big loss.

But it's no one else's fault.

……

Night falls.

Si Qing changed into casual clothes and went out.

Because he didn't want to attract attention, the sedan chairs prepared by Maofu were low-key and luxurious.

"Emperor, where are we going?"

"Go to the National Teacher's Mansion."

Si Qing sat in the sedan chair and made a sound.

"Okay."

Meanwhile.

National Teacher's House.

"You say...... National Teacher, what's going on? ”

"You ask me, I don't know."

"This, since I went out last night, the national teacher has become super abnormal."

"Always smirk in the mirror."

"Isn't Mo sick?"

"No, how could the National Teacher be sick?"

"That's right, but why?"

A group of secret guards are chattering in the dark.

But the Lord of which they spoke was sitting on the couch with his back to the wall.

A thoughtful look.

And then......

A certain national teacher grabbed his small pillow and held it in his arms, and kept kneading it with both hands.

Shaking her head for a while and burying her head in the pillow for a while, she looks like a young girl with spring.

"Master Guoshi, it can't be love, right?"

"What? Don't you tease me? How could a national teacher be in love? That's the National Teacher! ”

"But...... It's not impossible, right? Although the national teacher is said to have great magical powers, he is also human in the end. ”