It didn't take him to say more, the empress understood his thoughts.

Hearing him mention poetry, she found that she hadn't paid much attention to this for a while, and what she liked before didn't feel much now.

Xia Ying's heart was a little complicated for a while, and she nodded after a while: "Then let's have a banquet in the Imperial Garden tomorrow night." As for what name to use, she doesn't need to worry about it.

Seeing that the empress was still as obedient as before, Du Xiuwen's heart was a little relieved.

He said, "How could this woman not love herself?"

At the end of the early dynasty, Runmo and the others heard that the empress was going to hold a banquet in the imperial garden, and let the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty go to participate.

To be honest, Great Xia is now becoming more and more miserable, and their empress doesn't seem to know about the people's suffering, and she always takes such a lot of trouble to set up banquets.

If it had been before, there might have been some ministers who opposed it or advised it.

But now the Manchu Dynasty is full of civil officials who can only show off elegance and are full of poetry and songs every day, and they still think this is good.

As long as it does not harm their own interests, they will not think much about the empress, nor will they object.

"It seems that it is time for the empress to wake up." Runmo feels that as an emperor, he can't just be in love.

The night feast arrived as scheduled.

Runmo sat far away from the empress in court clothes, and if the empress didn't go out of her way to find him, she wouldn't be able to see him at all.

At the banquet, there were many ministers who wanted to please the empress.

There are also a few young ones, and they also wrote a few poems of implicit admiration in front of the empress.

As the Great Xia Kingdom that has experienced three generations of empresses, the men of this Great Xia have long been not as resistant as they were at the beginning, and many men still want to live in the empress's harem.

After all, the current empress does not even have a concubine in her harem.

For these people's minds, the empress who has a love brain, although she can't govern the country, is still more sensitive to feelings.

It's just that she doesn't have much thought about these people.

She just thought, will the person who sent the painting still show up?

She had already made all of her shadow guards hide in the shadows, not slacking off at all, and as soon as the man appeared, her people would be able to catch him.

This kind of banquet is naturally indispensable for Shen Yushu and others to be in the limelight, and the two of them plagiarized the poetry of another world, winning the applause of the audience.

The empress also symbolically praised two sentences, but she didn't like it much.

Her gaze swept over the courtiers present, and then her gaze paused to stop at the man who was drinking in the corner.

Compared to the many men who tried their best to express themselves at the banquet, he seemed insignificant, and the empress still had an influence on him.

She also remembered that she had spent 200,000 taels of silver to photograph one of his paintings at Yiphang.

The painting still hangs in her study.

"Song Aiqing, the moonlight is just right tonight, I have listened to so many poems and songs, I want to see your transformation, can you paint for me on the spot?"

As soon as she spoke, the banquet, which was still a little noisy, suddenly became silent, and everyone's eyes went to the ink in the corner.

Runmo raised his head, looked at the eyes of the empress, and smiled slightly: "Your Majesty, that Weichen is ugly." He got up, shook his robe, and then walked in.

The breeze was gentle, and he was covered with moonlight, which actually made him look a little like an immortal.

The empress looked at him with a twinkle in her eyes.

As if noticing her look, Runmo began his painting under the jealous eyes of many people. This time he didn't draw anything else, just a person.

In less than half a pillar of incense, he finished painting.

The little eunuch beside the empress immediately inherited the painting he had painted.

When she saw that, the empress was shocked.

That sense of familiarity...... This painting ......