"Woo woo woo...... Huai Ying cried even more fiercely, her shoulders twitched, "Mother...... Mother said, "Father is ...... It's because I don't like Huaiying that I don't like my mother. ”

Ji Yao followed Huaiying's exposed sleeves, and found that the immature skin was bruised.

Ji Yao lifted her sleeves: "What's going on?" ”

"Little Wangji." Before Huaiying could answer, in the midst of a hundred flowers, Mi Yan hurriedly arrived with her maid.

Concubine Mi saluted very perfunctorily: "Queen Wan'an." ”

Ji Yao bowed slightly, Huaiying in front of him, looked up at Ji Yao pitifully, and then stood obediently to the side of Ji Yao.

Mi Yan smiled with relief: "Please forgive the queen, the little princess secretly ran out, and the concubine was easy to find." ”

Ji Yao took off the ruby bracelet on his wrist, bent down and handed it to Huaiying, and said with a smile: "You and I are destined, this is for you." ”

The ruby on the bracelet shone in the sun, Huai Ying hesitated for a moment, then took it, and saluted respectfully again: "Thank you, Queen Mother."

Queen Mother, Huaiying in the future, can I go to Liuying Palace to play with you? ”

"Absolutely." Ji Yao didn't think twice.

But seeing that Mi Yan's face was very unhappy, she glared at Huaiying, and then hurriedly said goodbye to Ji Yao.

"Dawang Ji, do you think that concubine is weird. It's like, I'm afraid that we will come into contact with Huaiying Xiao Wangji. The rhinoceros looked at the back of the group of people from Zhiyang Palace and said.

"Not only Mi Yan, but the entire Xianyang Palace is full of countless weirdness." Ji Yao leaned down, closed his eyes to sniff lightly, and suddenly a peony fragrance hit his nose, his eyes rolled, and he whispered slowly: "The green is quiet and quiet, and the red clothes are shallow and deep." The heart of the flower is broken, and the spring color does not know the heart. ”

As soon as Ji Yao's voice fell, someone repeated the last two sentences in a low voice: "The heart of the flower is sorrowful, how can you know the spring?" Good poetry, really good poetry. ”

Ji Yao turned his head sideways among the flowers, only to see a beautiful woman in brown clothes walking slowly, her eyebrows swept lightly, her oblique bun drooped low, and when she walked closer, Ji Yao saw clearly that it was Mrs. Sang Huamiao, who had been recuperating behind closed doors.

"The concubine came to see the queen." Mrs. Miao smiled lightly and saluted, "Does the queen also love peonies?" ”

Mrs. Miao was sickly, slender and weak, delicate and panting, looking like she had never given people the slightest threat, and said with a big grin: "I can't talk about love, beautiful things, I like them very much when I look at them." ”

Mrs. Miao covered her sleeves and smiled: "The queen's tone, listening, looks like a king." ”

"He ......" Ji Yao's mind turned, yes, men like rain and dew equally, how can they love a flower.

The ridicule at the corner of Ji Yao's mouth flashed away, and he said politely: "This palace and the king are husband and wife, and I have heard a lot of them. ”

Mrs. Miao swept towards the flowers with melancholy: "The queen's poem is really good. ”

Ji Yao is ashamed, how can she write poems, but she is familiar with 300 Tang poems, and she is just a little trick to copy.

On his face, he was ashamed to say: "This palace is also a feeling." ”

On the second day, Ji Yao deeply understood what it meant to pretend to be X for a while, and the crematorium would be crematorium sooner or later.

"Mu Jun is my confidant, and the old school is poor. The concubine is brave, can you ask the mother for some advice. ”

In the Liuying Palace, Ji Yao took over Mrs. Miao's masterpiece tremblingly under Mrs. Miao's blazing eyes.

Ji Yao unfolded a very delicate silk silk with thorns, and Mrs. Miao's hand-held dragon seal was extremely neat, with delicate knife skills, clear and beautiful without losing momentum, and soft and graceful without losing freedom.

Ji Yao raised it up and read it carefully, her voice was crisp, like a pearl and jade: "My sister-in-law is looking forward to Cui'e's sorrow, and she goes to the painting building alone." At the beginning of the day, the golden mirror dawned, and the twilight clouds floated around. The heartfelt desire to sue the Xiangjiang River is far away, and the hatred still flows with the Han water. One has been gazing at the six dragons so far. ”

"Madame's poems are really wonderful." After Ji Yao finished reading it, he immediately clapped his hands and praised it.

Mrs. Miao smiled gently: "The queen mother praised falsely, but the concubine read" a self-contained jade chariot, and still stares at the six dragons. In a word, I always feel that something is missing, no more than the queen yesterday's "flower heart is sorrowful, and the spring color does not know the heart." 'There is a sudden surprise that makes the concubine's body travel thousands of miles in the fog and darkness, and once the willows and flowers are bright. ”

Ji Yao covered her face, the ancients had the persistent spirit of repeated scrutiny word by word, and she really didn't have it. How can she have the face to say that other people's poetry is not good, and how can she have a position to criticize others? Can she write half a line of poetry? She...... Can't write.

But in the end she sold the talented woman with profound knowledge yesterday, since the character design was sold, Ji Yao secretly took a breath, then she had to sell the image.

"Ji Yao just smoked, Madame's poems, this palace can't change a single stroke.

However, since Mrs. sincerely asked, Ji Yao still has a foolish opinion. The article is made by nature, and the magic hand is even good. Composing poems is an elegant thing, and filling it with this golden silk and jade silk adds a cheesy smell of cow chewing peonies. ”

Mrs. Miao held up the gold silk and jade silk worth a thousand gold, with a complicated color, a pale and pretty face, and a burning red.