It was the middle of March, and there were many scholars and scholars who came to the capital.

Jiang Yao was very curious when she heard this, and she had dinner early, and she had been bored in the hall for a month, and she was so uncomfortable. As soon as his mind moved, he changed into an ordinary man's clothes, crowned his hair, and slipped out of the back door of Fengqi Palace.

Trapped in the high courtyard walls every day, only the birds that flew to beg for food were guests, which suffocated her.

She took a fan that she turned out casually in the hall and pretended to walk on the streets of the capital.

Yun Sleeve, who was also dressed in the same costume on the side, looked at his chest very carendly, and said, "Niangniang, can we sneak out like this?"

Jiang Yao's folding fans knocked on Yun Sleeve's head, and said with a smile on the corner of her mouth: "You want to call me Gongzi, can you remember?"

Yun Sleeve covered his head aggrievedly, and followed Jiang Yao helplessly, blending in the crowd.

"Childe, what day is it? So many people? You see they're still chanting over there! ”

Yun Sleeve pointed to the crowd in front of him, it was an excited look, Jiang Yao pulled Yun Sleeve and walked over there, only to see people gathered around a ring, and a woman with a red hijab stood in the ring.

Dressed in a wedding dress and holding a hydrangea in her hand, the people below kept talking about the woman's appearance.

"I think this person must be extremely ugly, so he can't get married, so he will find a man in this way."

"But didn't you hear what the girl just said? People are very demanding, they must be smart and knowledgeable. I don't mind the poor scholars, I just ask the two of them to grow old together. ”

"How can there be such a reason? Marry her only one in your life? What should I do if she is an ugly sow, the old mother of the family still expects me to inherit the lineage, hahaha......"

Jiang Yao stood on the outermost periphery, watching quietly, the woman was on the stage, and said softly: "Now the little girl is going to throw the hydrangea, and the one who can get the hydrangea is the one who is destined, I hope to come forward to compose a poem for me, and if I agree with my heart, I will be my father."

Everyone in the audience watched the excitement and laughed, the woman turned around and threw the hydrangea in her hand, and the hydrangea was in the hands of a man, and the man immediately threw it out in fear. Thrown to others, others pushed it out again, and no one wanted it back and forth.

Duan Jingyan, who was in the Old Summer Palace, went to Su Miao in the Chunhe Palace, and just after dinner in the palace, Jixiang came over to invite someone and said, "Your Majesty, Luo Jieyu is a little unwell, please go up and have a look."

Su Miao immediately became angry, and said to Ji Xiang: "Where is your Luo Jieyu unwell?" It's like a sick man all day long, every time the emperor comes to me, you go to great lengths to invite the emperor over, either with chest pain or from the cold. ”

"I think it's you Luo Jieyu who is pampered and flattered, and I can't see the emperor coming to me!"

Su Miao then turned to look at Duan Jingyan again, and said, "Your Majesty, don't you know how arrogant Luo Jieyu is today, she snatched Concubine Shu's jewelry and clothes in the garden in public, and threw a lot of silver."

Duan Jingyan squinted his eyebrows and said, "Is it true?"

Ji Xiang didn't know how to answer, his eyes looked at Su Miao fiercely, with a resentful look.

Su Miao looked uneven, took Duan Jingyan's hand and said: "Your Majesty, you must not let Luo Jieyu be inferior and inferior, break the rules, she bullied the concubine so much, everyone in the palace looked at it."

Duan Jingyan took her hand away and said, "Then I have to take a look at how bold Luo Jieyu is."

After that, he got up and walked towards the Qianhu Palace, Jixiang followed behind, turned his head and glanced at Su Miao fiercely, raised his head arrogantly and said: "Some people don't have the ability to keep the emperor, and they are still talking nonsense behind their backs, be careful of your own tongue." ”

On the lotus platform of the Thousand Lakes Palace, Luo Shu, who was waiting, slowly played the piano, there were lightboats on the water, and the stars at night reflected the water. The lightships flowed slowly, gathering around the lotus platform, like a dreamlike painting.

Duan Jingyan walked on the lotus bridge, looking at the people on the lotus platform, he couldn't help but smile at the corner of his lips, and the wind blew his skirt, with warmth. Luo Shu of the lotus platform was wearing a lotus star and moon shirt, with such a beautiful artistic conception, dancing.

"When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace......"

When Duan Jingyan heard this, his face suddenly sank.

"Where did you read this poem?"

Duan Jingyan said loudly, Luo Shu immediately stopped dancing, turned around and said: "I learned it from the poetry books that the emperor often reads, and the concubine felt that what she said was exactly what the concubine wanted, so she ...... it."

"You don't deserve it."

Duan Jingyan's cold words looked at Luo Shu in the distance with disdain, Luo Shu sensed his anger, and was so frightened that he immediately knelt down.

"Your Majesty, the concubines know their mistakes, ask the emperor for forgiveness."

Kneeling on the ground, Chu Chu was pitiful, and Luo Shu, who was overflowing with tears, didn't know what was wrong, was it clothes or poetry?

Duan Jingyan, who felt that the good things were defiled, turned around and walked out, Luo Shu was terrified, and shouted delicately behind him: "Your Majesty...... Your Majesty, the concubine is wrong. ”

This scene stunned Kant, who cautiously followed behind and asked, "Your Majesty, are we going back to Qingyou Pavilion?"

"Otherwise, can you still go to the Xianyun Palace?"

"Your Majesty, isn't there still a Fengqi Palace?"

Duan Jingyan, who felt bored, kicked Kant on the ass and said, "I also want to go to Fengqi Palace, do I need you to talk about it?"

"Yes, yes, the emperor is right."

Kant, who flattered Duan Jingyan, followed Duan Jingyan to the Qingyou Palace, Duan Jingyan thought about Jiang Yao's cute appearance, and asked casually: "What is Concubine Shu doing recently?"

"Concubine Niangniang, usually she accompanies the eldest prince to have fun, eats and sleeps, but I just heard a report from my subordinates that Niangniang dressed up in disguise and went to the capital to watch the literati conference."

Duan Jingyan immediately stopped, kicked Kant and scolded: "Why didn't you say it earlier, prepare your horse, go to the capital!"

Jiang Yao on the street of the capital was very happy to watch, and the hydrangea under the stage was pushed around, and finally thrown to the ground beside her.

Jiang Yao couldn't bear it, so she bent down and picked up the hydrangea, only to hear the woman on the stage say at this time: "The son got the hydrangea, and he is the fate of the little girl, please come forward."

When Jiang Yao heard this, she pointed at herself, quickly shook her head, and said in a suppressed voice: "Girl, I'm just helping you pick up hydrangeas, and I have nothing else to do."

"Childe, please step forward."

The woman also insisted on asking Jiang Yao to come to power, Jiang Yao was not afraid, she was a woman and would definitely not marry anyone. But Yun Sleeve on the side was so frightened that he hurriedly pulled Jiang Yao away, "Childe, you can't make it, but there is a ...... at home It's not a legacy. ”

But just as Yun Sleeve was about to leave, he found two sweats from the side, and snorted coldly from his nostrils, and suddenly Yun Sleeve shrank back.

"Son, you can go and come back quickly."

Jiang Yao walked up in full view, in fact, she was also very curious about this way of marrying, the woman was slightly blessed, and said: "The son is a talent, it is better to compose a poem with a little woman as the title."

"Ahem......"

Jiang Yao coughed dryly twice, and whispered to the woman: "I'm just passing by, the girl should choose a good person."

"That son has to have a beginning and an end, otherwise the little girl's face will be swept away."

Jiang Yao thought about it, it's not wrong to say so, she picked up someone else's girl's hydrangea, no one wanted it in the first place, and she still refused to compose a poem, isn't that too much of a slap in the face?

Why should women be embarrassed by women, when they see the rivers and lakes, they are destined to meet!

Gritting his teeth and stomping his feet, Jiang Yao opened the folding fan and said the poems that came with him, "Tingtingyu is neutral, and the face is beautiful." The style is scorching, looking back at the carved bones. ”

The crisp sound of the fan attracted everyone in the audience to concentrate, the fan was painted with a picture of the distant mountains, the fan bone was snow-white, and the fan was light and textured.

The person in the pavilion opposite looked at the scene below, smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and said, "I didn't expect to see this fan here." ”