"Your Majesty, I heard that the Caixian Academy outside was established by Your Majesty?"

"Could it be that Your Majesty is the legendary No. 1 talent of Great Qin, Zhao Menglong?"

Wang Yu looked at Zhao Hai with some curiosity and asked.

Zhao Hai didn't deny it, "Yes, what's wrong?" ”

"Otherwise, who do you think in the entire Great Qin would dare to do such a thing under my nose?"

When He Ruyi heard this, his eyes lit up, "Your Majesty, I didn't expect you to have such talent." ”

"That hand-to-hand wine is really written heroically, and the concubines are still thinking, what kind of strange man, a great man, would have such courage and mind to write such a poem."

"That's right! Your Majesty, and that one-handed ascending, is the concubine's favorite poem, more than a hundred years of illness on the stage alone, how can Your Majesty have such a sad and melancholy state of mind? ”

"In the entire Xianyang City, the best selling thing now is Zhao Menglong's collection of poems and immortals, and even the concubines have several copies hidden in their hands."

"The concubine has been thinking about when His Majesty can call this Zhao Menglong to the palace and write poems for us on the spot."

"Unexpectedly, Your Majesty turned out to be that poet immortal Zhao Menglong."

"Your Majesty, great! It's just great! ”

"The concubine will go back and frame all His Majesty's works, paste them on the wall, and recite them day and night."

At this time, in addition to Chu Lingran, who knew the inside story, Concubine Lan and others, the rest of the concubines all showed unprecedented interest and excitement.

It's not that they pretend to compliment and praise Zhao Hai, but that Zhao Hai's poems are so well written that they have to chase them.

These women who can enter the palace as concubines basically have the conditions to read poetry and books at home.

Although not all of them are talented women, at least they can still appreciate the good and bad poetry and songs.

Especially when Zhao Hai's poems are compared with others, other people's are not worth mentioning.

While speaking, many concubines surrounded Zhao Hai in the middle, eager to eat Zhao Hai in the next second.

Zhao Hai listened to their praise, and his face turned red when he heard it.

I'm just a porter, but I didn't expect to be so sought after.

Speaking of which, I really can't stand the real authors, sins, sins.

Zhao Hai apologized to all the poets and poets in his heart, but he still enjoyed the popularity of the women.

"Your Majesty, why don't you write a poem for your concubine?" He Ruyi's eyes were full of little stars, facing Zhao Hai, full of admiration.

She really wants Zhao Hai's poems, and preferably signed poems.

After all, the entire Xianyang City is going crazy, and Zhao Menglong's autographed poems are worth a thousand gold.

Whoever can own this thing can also be regarded as a member of the Yake.

Zhao Hai smiled and said, "Yes!" ”

"A little verse, I won't give it to you."

"It's just that I have a small request, this thing can't be given in vain."

Hearing this, He Ruyi hurriedly stepped forward and said to Zhao Hai: "Your Majesty, may I ask Your Majesty, what requirements do you have to meet before Your Majesty is willing to give me verses?" ”

Zhao Hai couldn't help but show a slightly evil smile on his face, and then whispered in He Ruyi's ear.

This sentence immediately made He Ruyi's face flush, she lowered her head and said "um" to Zhao Hai, and then fled quickly, as if she was afraid that who would know the agreement between her and Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai's words are naturally a certain secret about how a woman serves her husband.

He Ruyi had never been like this before, so he naturally felt blushing when he heard it.

Chu Lingran naturally wanted Zhao Hai's poems at this time, so he hurriedly ran forward, grabbed He Ruyi and said, "Sister Ruyi, what request did Your Majesty ask you, and he would agree to write you a poem?" ”

When He Ruyi heard this, his cheeks were even redder to the root of his ears.

Such a private matter, how could she tell Chu Lingran.

She immediately hesitated and said, "No, there is nothing ......"

This time, it immediately made many women curious.

Seeing this, Concubine Chen thought for a while, as if she had thought of something, and immediately took a sip, and she also blushed.

As a thirty-year-old woman, how did she not know that Zhao Hai must be a certain service to He Ruyi?

But she can't stand the fact that many concubines are asking for poems, if she doesn't have it herself, won't she seem to have fallen out of favor?

Originally, because of her previous predecessor incident, her status was very embarrassing and even low.

And the age is on the older side, and the advantage is gone.

If she continues to lag behind others, then her future life may be bleak and miserable.

She stretched out her hand to help the golden hairpin on her head, and Lianbu walked towards Zhao Hai, "Your Majesty, the concubine also wants a poem." ”

When Zhao Hai heard this, he also hooked his finger towards Concubine Chen with interest.

Chen Guifei came to Zhao Hai's eyes, Zhao Hai said another word, Chen Guifei was cheeks hot, and said with a thousand blessings: "The concubines and gods are all according to Your Majesty." ”

"As long as Your Majesty speaks, the concubine will never postpone it."

When Zhao Hai heard this, the flames in his eyes immediately burned, as if they burned Concubine Chen.

His mouth was dry, and he hadn't seen Concubine Chen for a long time.

When Concubine Chen went down, some concubines came up to ask, and Concubine Chen said with a wry smile: "Your Majesty's requirements are different. ”

"If you want poetry, you have to ask Your Majesty yourself."

Zhao Hai looked at the group of warblers and Yanyan, and the women who were chirping, and his heart was also comfortable, "Ladies and gentlemen, I can't write so many poems." ”

"If you're late, I'll stop writing."

Suddenly, Concubine Lan and the others also came one after another, and they all came to line up in front of Zhao Hai.

As a result, after listening to Zhao Hai's request, everyone's face was red, and they couldn't wait to run back to their palace to stay.

Zhao Hai took this opportunity to put forward all kinds of excessively demanding, but they were too shy on weekdays to agree.

And one request is more exaggerated than the other, and in the end, even Concubine Lan is as red as blood.

"Your Majesty, what are you asking for? If this is the case, the concubines will ignore Your Majesty! ”

Concubine Lan took the lead, and the first one was unwilling.

"That's right, these requirements of Your Majesty, from the concubine's point of view, I'm afraid that our concubines are nothing, and Your Majesty will have a hard time going to court the next day."

"That is, these requirements of Your Majesty are not good for your waist, and the concubines still forget it when you look at Your Majesty."

A woman is shy, a group of women, but they are like wolves.

Zhao Hai said: "I'm not afraid, one counts as one, the soldiers will block, and the water will cover it." ”

"If you agree to my terms and take my poems, you must do it."

When the women heard this, they only felt embarrassed, and their faces were flushed.

But deep down, they are expecting Zhao Hai to run to their palace a few more times, if they can run out of a man and a woman, it will be even better.