Chapter 29: Poetry

"The slave thanked Your Majesty, the princess, and the princess for their kindness, and went around the villain's life." The eunuch immediately thanked him and ran out in a gloomy manner.

"It's the subordinates who don't use it, let the envoy laugh, and don't let people go and prepare the same pastry for the little county lord."

"You take the princess to the queen's palace to change into a decent dress."

Yan Beishen looked at Jiang Feng with a smile on his face and explained, and then instructed his subordinates solemnly.

Yan Aoliu originally wanted to go with Du Xi'er, but was stopped by Yan Beishen, the original words were manly husbands, and Yan Aoliu could only give up if he had been surrounding a woman.

"Princess, please." Du Xi'er followed a palace maid to the queen's palace, and soon came to the Range Rover Pavilion.

The palatial palace, with blue bricks and red tiles, is not so magnificent compared to the emperor's Chengen Palace.

Range Rover Pavilion, as the name suggests, the last victorious one in the harem, has become the mother of a country, a position that seems to be envied and contested, and for a queen who has no heirs, it makes people feel very pitiful.

"Princess, you are here to change." The palace maid took her to a side room, found another set of clothes for Du Xi'er, and then took the door before leaving.

After Du Xi'er changed her clothes, she found that the palace maid who brought her was gone, and instantly a lot of intrigues and tricks in the TV series she used to watch in China came to her mind, so her first thought was to leave here quickly, so the pace was a little faster.

The harem is very big, Du Xi'er originally followed the path she came, but it turned out that the path was the same, and soon Du Xi'er lost herself.

The left foot just stepped into an arch, broke through a rockery, what came into view was the flowers and plants, pavilions and pavilions, craggy mountain stones, stone paintings for the road, the trees in this imperial garden were verdant, upright, there were many strange flowers that could not be seen in ordinary times, the number of treasures, every other way, it was a pavilion of rest. The pavilion is symmetrically arranged from east to west, spanning the pool, the lotus flowers bloom in the pool, and the pond side has a peculiar tree that twists and turns into a circle, which is more beautiful and gorgeous.

Although it was autumn, there was no trace of yellow and fallen leaves on the ground, but the spring color of the garden, which made Du Xi'er instantly think of Gao Yu's "Mountain Pavilion Summer" in the Tang poem that he had memorized before:

"The green trees are thick and the summer days are long, the buildings are reflected in the pond, the water spirit curtain moves and the breeze rises, and the roses are full of incense." Thinking about it, she even began to recite it.

After reciting one song, she felt that it was not enough, and she immediately recited another song by Meng Haoran:

"The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the pond moon gradually rises in the east.

Radiate the cool night, open and open.

The lotus wind sends the fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops disappear.

If you want to play the piano, you don't know how to appreciate it.

Feeling nostalgic for the deceased, Zhongxiao Lao dreamed. ”

"Hahaha, good poetry, good poetry, the sixth princess is worthy of being the daughter of a talented woman in the past."

There was a burst of applause behind him, accompanied by a familiar voice.

Hearing the applause, Du Xi'er turned around to look, a familiar stranger, dressed in an ink-colored brocade robe, his hair was raised high with white jade hair, his smooth and fair face, revealing the angular cold handsomeness, the thick eyebrows were slightly raised rebelliously, the facial features under the long and slightly curly eyelashes were clearly contoured and deep, the dark and deep ice eyes, and the tall body stood behind Du Xi'er.

"Tang Si?" Du Xi'er looked at this familiar face and indulged in the place, this is the object she has been with for five years, from college to graduation to work, everything has fallen into place, but this kind of thing has happened again.

"Huh?" Seeing Du Xi'er who was distracted, Yan Ao'an was also stunned, he went out from the banquet to Gong, but when he walked to the imperial garden, he saw a figure standing by the lake, and walked over out of goodness, and found that it was Du Xi'er.

He was about to leave, but he heard Du Xi'er composing a poem here, not to mention that this poem was really fascinating, he could listen to it.