"Is it Gu Xiang?" Although Guo Ang has already practiced the ability to dislike shapes, Jiang Cailing watched him grow up, at this time Guo Ang's index finger and thumb on the table rubbed, every time he made this small action, it was difficult to decide in his heart, "I heard that Gu Xiang already has a fiancée, but this matter is still up to Gu Xiang himself." ”

Guo Ang pushed the ball to Gu Jiming, but the latter didn't react, his eyes didn't have any waves, and today's purple embroidered crane official uniform made Gu Jiming a little less immortal and a little more serious.

This matter is related to diplomatic relations, and many people in the DPRK have long heard that Gu Jiming is different from his unmarried little wife, and Gu Jiming's sharp mouth has been taught by everyone, if he directly rejects the little princess Hejia in person, wouldn't it hinder the exchanges between the two countries.

So, Zheng Yang, the Taifu of the official residence, stood up, stroked his black half-length beard and said jokingly, "Shengshang, you don't know this, how can you ask a man when you encounter such a thing, the five girls of the He family who should be asked?" ”

Then Lang laughed, everyone was a human spirit, and pushed the ball to Jiang Cailing.

"You are Gu Xiang's fiancée?" He Jia looked at everyone's gaze, and also shifted his gaze to Jiang Cailing, looked her up and down, and spit lightly with red lips, "I thought Gu Xiang's fiancée was like a fairy, but I didn't expect that she was also a mortal, so this princess has confidence." ”

Jiang Cailing, who was thinking of keeping a low profile, had no choice but to stand up when she saw this, and seeing that Gu Jiming seemed to be about to say something, she was busy rushing to speak in front of him, "Back to the saint, although Ling'er loves the prime minister, Ling'er also knows that this matter is about the diplomatic relations between the Great Zhou and Nanzhao, so she is willing to give up her little love and fulfill Princess Hejia's heart." ”

"This princess doesn't mind serving with you, Miss He said this like this princess snatching love with a knife."

"Back to Princess Hejia, although Ling'er is not more noble than the princess, she is also a girl from a scholarly family, even if Ling'er admires Gu Xiang, she will never be a concubine."

When Jiang Cailing said this, everyone couldn't help but feel sorry for her, and they couldn't imagine that although these five girls usually looked stupid, they were still full of backbone.

Gu Jiming is such a good match, if it weren't for the emergence of a Nanzhao princess, he would not have ended up like this.

"Back to the saint, the minister is unwilling."

These six words were like thunder, and the whole palace was full of whispers.

The ministers stood up and accused Gu Jiming, "Why is Gu Xiang so confused, if the two countries are at war, they will definitely float for thousands of miles, and the people who will suffer at that time, you are the prime minister of a country, how can you not think about the country and the people!" ”

"Could it be that just because Gu Xiang didn't agree to marry Princess Nanzhao, the two countries would go to war because of this? Besides, we have produced many good generals in recent years, and if we fight, we may not know who will suffer. Yuan Gaoyang's voice came faintly, and a black and red military uniform was particularly conspicuous among the women in gorgeous clothes, and his heroic eyes looked at the minister who had just spoken, making the latter sweat on his forehead and sit down.

He Jia is self-assured and beautiful, and believes that the reason why Gu Jiming is reluctant is because he has not seen his own goodness, and if he gets along for a long time, he must be his own skirt guest.

So he smiled and said to Jiang Cailing, "In our Nanzhao, if two men take a fancy to a girl, the two men can duel. Nowadays, we don't wield swords and swords, but fight, and if anyone loses, they will automatically quit. Miss He Ling'er, do you dare to fight? ”

Golden opportunity!

As long as Wendou loses, he can be completely free.

After only getting along with Gu Jiming for a while, some ripples sprouted in her heart, she didn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past, suppressed the ecstasy in her heart, and nodded.

Afraid that Gu Jiming would stop him, Jiang Cailing slowly said to Gu Jiming, "If the two countries go to war because of this, it will definitely be a smear in the history books, you are wholeheartedly worried about the country and the people, I don't want you to be said by others." So, if I win, we're going to be together. ”

As she spoke, a little tear appeared in Jiang Cailing's eyes, and she swirled in her apricot eyes, with a great sense of "the wind is sluggish and the water is cold".

In the eyes of others, they were all moved by these two people, but in the eyes of Gu Jiming, they saw through Jiang Cailing's thoughts at a glance.

A hint of color flashed in his inky black eyes, "In that case, let me decide the question from my own appearance, as for the victory or defeat, Prince Helian, Princess Hejia think it's fair?" ”

"Okay."

"The first question is to paint with 'osmanthus' in the time of a stick of incense."

The palace maids walked in a row, each holding a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and the two little eunuchs brought two mahogany carved tables and placed them in the center of the main hall.

The cigarette curled, Bai He carefully rolled up Jiang Cailing's wide sleeves, He Mingshan and Meng Yun looked worried, how about their daughter Danqing, the two of them couldn't be clearer, they could barely see it when they took it out, and they were afraid that it would be dwarfed by Princess Hejia.

Slowly walked to the mahogany table, holding a brush in his hand, and there was a palace maid grinding next to him.

He Jia was very confident, holding a brush in his slender hand, splashing ink on the white rice paper, the action was smooth, Jiang Cailing looked sideways, and saw that the osmanthus on the rice paper had been completed for the most part, lifelike, as if there was really a fragrance of osmanthus wafting in.

Everyone praised it, Jiang Cailing bent her eyebrows and locked deeply, making a look of contemplation, but she thought that she would go to Taozhenju tomorrow to see how the decoration went. When the incense was halfway burning, Jiang Cailing slowly raised the pen in her hand and slowly draw.

Since she left the face of the Huanyi Bureau, Emperor Zhaohong has secretly cultivated her, and the wonderful pen Danqing is not a problem. If the winner of this game can not marry Gu Jiming, she will definitely win the first place.

Lazily painted a branch of osmanthus tree, this osmanthus flower has a shape, the petal lines are smooth, not deliberately outlined, so that the painting to the end, although not as good as Hejia but not to lose ugly.

Suddenly, Jiang Cailing felt that her hand did not listen to her call, as if someone had controlled the brush in her hand, Jiang Cailing watched the white paper in front of her become fuller, adding light ink to the originally smooth lines.

Finally, when a stick of incense is about to burn out, another poem is inscribed on the right side.

"The wind shadow is as clear as water, and the frost branches are as cold as jade.

Occupy the hill alone, and do not allow ordinary birds. ”

The word "Su" has just been written, and the incense has just burned out.

What's going on?

Jiang Cailing looked at her hands, the feeling of being controlled just now was gone, raised her eyes, looked around, and quietly observed the people around her.

When his eyes fell on Gu Jiming, he saw that Gu Jiming's neatly tied hair just now was a little messy.

Two pictures are presented in front of everyone by the palace maid, Hejia's picture is painted with a bouquet of osmanthus flowers, a purple-robed young man sits under the osmanthus tree and blows the bamboo flute, the young man's picturesque eyebrows are cold, and the corners of his lips are smiling, and the osmanthus flowers full of trees are integrated.

The young man on Mo is happy, and the osmanthus Hu has lovesickness.

The young man in this painting can see at a glance that it is Gu Jiming.

"The osmanthus is lifelike, the painting contains affection, and the princess's hand is presumably a famous teacher, and the blue is out of the blue."

After Hejia heard the praise, pride flashed in her bright eyes, she had a special master to teach qin, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child, and she didn't put the daughter of the little teacher in her eyes at all for Danqing.

The palace maid put down Hejia's picture scroll and opened Jiang Cailing's picture scroll, only to see that on the picture scroll, the bright moon was hanging high, and the osmanthus flowers on the hidden path were cold and arrogant, like starlight, and the warbler song and swallow dance in the distance, the birds were singing and the fragrance of flowers was very lively.

The flowers are bright at night, and the leaves are green in spring.

Everyone saw that they were all praised, and the lively posture of the red flowers and green willows set off the quiet and arrogant osmanthus flowers, and the movement set off the quiet, but reflected the cold arrogance and loneliness of the osmanthus.

Guo Ang didn't expect this He Ling'er to have such painting skills, I heard that He Ling'er was a delicate lady with industrious limbs, but now when I looked at her, I suddenly felt a little familiar, as if I had seen it before.

However, this sense of familiarity flashed, Guo Ang regained his senses, patted his small palm, and said, "Princess Hejia's osmanthus is indeed lifelike, but He Ling'er's osmanthus is cold and noble, and the intention is better." I judged He Ling'er to win, does Princess Hejia, the prince of Helian, have any objections? ”

"Miss He's osmanthus idea is indeed good, and He Jia is convinced."

Gu Jiming's eyes still didn't have any emotion, and he slowly spoke, "The second round of poems is based on the sword." ”

After speaking, the palace ladies on both sides stepped forward to put new rice paper.

Jiang Cailing guessed that the mysterious power just now came from Gu Jiming's control, if he wrote poetry, Gu Jiming would use internal force to control his wrist, so he said, "Holy Lord, the folk girl accidentally injured her hand when she was painting just now, and now she feels pain as long as she holds the pen, can she recite poetry directly?" ”

"Exactly."

Jiang Cailing was afraid that Gu Jiming would come up with some tricks, so she took the initiative to ask Ying, "Then Ling'er will be ugly." The aroma in the wine is mellow, and the flowers are cold and cold. The beauties are drunk among the flowers, watching the moonlight dance. ”

After Jiang Cailing's limerick poem was finished, she suddenly felt a little in a trance.

She made it in a hurry, and the scene she described was when she was still the Empress Dowager Jiang, once, she drank Huadiao wine and ran to Gu Jiming to watch him dance the sword, originally wanted to go secretly, so she hid in the flowers. Gu Jiming was wearing a white thin shirt, holding a sword that reflected the cold light in his hand, and he was dancing the sword under the moon, and his body seemed to be covered with a layer of light.

Just when Jiang Cailing was looking at it with relish in the grass, she saw a huge mouse with shiny fur, biting her sachet, and when she waved her hand to drive away the mouse, she was discovered by Gu Jiming.

glanced at Gu Jiming's expression, and saw that Gu Jiming had no doubtful look, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. But her heart was inexplicably sad, such a thing may only be remembered in her mind, maybe Gu Ji would have forgotten it early tomorrow.

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