"Harem Poetry Society?" Zhao Wujiang was puzzled.

"It's the poetry conference held regularly in the harem, and the palace has been at the bottom three times in a row, and I didn't want to participate, but the queen had to send someone to invite the palace, alas..."

"Niangniang is both talented and knowledgeable, how can she be at the bottom?"

Wu Meiniang sighed: "It's not that the palace composes poems by itself, but that each palace needs to send a representative to participate in the poetry competition.

The other palaces have invited a lot of talented people to compete.

The palace is deserted, so it is naturally not an opponent. ”

When Zhao Wujiang heard this, he did not rush to answer Wu Meiniang.

He pinched his fingers, the time for the silver needle to guide was up, and it was time to pull out the silver needle.

The silver needle should not be inserted into the acupoint for too long, otherwise it is easy to cause bulging.

"Niangniang, Xiao Zhaozi pulled out the silver needle first."

Zhao Wujiang slowly pulled out the silver needle, and as the silver needle was withdrawn, Wu Meiniang's waist and abdomen felt a slight spasm.

She only felt that something was taken out with the withdrawal of the silver needle, and her body and mind were much more comfortable.

Zhao Wujiang put the silver needle on the card clothing and said casually: "Actually, it's not difficult to compose a poem, just say no." ”

"Nonsense?"

Wu Meiniang angrily said angrily: "You little eunuch, what you said is simple, you say a word to the palace?" ”

Zhao Wujiang smiled in his heart, how could I have learned nine years of compulsory education in vain.

Immediately said casually: "For example, when I was a child, I visited the mountains with my parents, and it was 'the apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the light boat has passed over the ten thousand mountains.'" ’”

Wu Meiniang originally wanted to tease Zhao Wujiang, but when Zhao Wujiang blurted out these two lines of poetry, Wu Meiniang sat up suddenly.

At this moment, the red glow on her face had not receded, her cheeks were flushed, but she looked at Zhao Wujiang expectantly:

"The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, the light boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains, Xiao Zhaozi, can you say a few more words?"

"Huh?"

"Ah what, this way, don't be pressured, this palace will give you half a pillar of incense time, if you can make a poem, and the battle is neat, then this palace will let you participate in the poetry meeting on behalf of my Zhaoyi Palace, and there will be a lot of rewards after the deed."

Belch......

I didn't say I was going.

Zhao Wujiang thought to himself.

But looking at Wu Meiniang, she grabbed her arm excitedly.

Could it be that poetry is really so important to her?

If you get it right, you will completely break into Wu Meiniang's camp in the future.

"Ahem, you don't need half a pillar of incense."

Zhao Wujiang didn't take a breath, and then spoke loudly:

"How deep is the courtyard?

The willows pile up smoke, and the curtain has no repetition.

Yule carved saddle tour smelter, the height of the building does not see Zhangtai Road.

The rain and wind are wild in March twilight, the door is covered at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring.

Tearful eyes asked Huahua silently, and the red flew over the swing. ”

"The courtyard is a little deep..."

Wu Meiniang muttered softly, her face was shocked at the moment, but it was more of a complicated look of a bosom friend in front of her.

Zhao Wujiang recited the poem in a low voice, and the lonely and lonely atmosphere of the goddess complaining and the woman staying alone in the empty room came to his face.

Wu Meiniang's mouth opened slightly, her heart beat faster, she covered her jade hands on her chest, and looked at Zhao Wujiang.

He is the one who understands me...... Wu Meiniang's heart was uneasy, at this moment, what poetry would be more than her was forgotten, and a heartfelt emotion that could be poured out and understood came to her heart.

She looked at Zhao Wujiang in a daze, this little eunuch looked handsome, especially at this moment, he had a special temperament.

"Mother?"

Wu Meiniang reacted, her delicate face was dyed with a touch of pink, she pulled her hair together, and looked a little uncomfortable.

She coughed lightly and said in a deep voice:

"This palace is very surprised, I didn't expect Xiao Zhaozi to have such a talent, well, this time to participate in the poetry meeting, you represent Zhaoyi Palace, an hour later, with the palace to drive the Qunfang Garden, participate in the poetry meeting, this palace first change clothes, you wait for me outside."

Zhao Wujiang shrugged his shoulders and looked at Wu Meiniang's graceful back behind the screen, he exited the room and closed the door.

…

Outside the dormitory.

"Qing'er."

"Huh?"

Zhao Wujiang waited for boredom, and asked Qing'er to relieve his boredom: "What do you usually like to do?" ”

"Eat!" Qing'er's cheeks bulged, motionless, and said vaguely.

See...... Zhao Wujiang sighed in his heart, and asked again, "What does that lady like on weekdays?" ”

"Eat!"

"I'm asking the mother!"

"It's just eating!" Qing'er pouted, thought about it and said.

"Okay..."Zhao Wujiang raised his forehead and asked again, "What about other than eating?" What else does the mother like? ”

"And... Firework... Well... Kick the shuttlecock..."

"Fireworks? Kicking shuttlecock? ”

"yes, hee-hee, you don't know." Qing'er grinned, and then said: "Every year on the Shangyuan Festival, Niangniang always likes to go to see the lanterns, but she sighs every time there are no fireworks.

Also, before my mother fell ill, she liked to kick shuttlecock, and she always asked me to accompany her to kick shuttlecock, but I didn't know how to kick at all. ”

Qing'er pouted, picked up another sugar pill and put it in her mouth, and tasted it happily.

Zhao Wujiang silently kept Wu Meiniang's preferences in mind and waited for them to be used in the future.

"Qing'er, come in and serve the palace to change clothes."

Qing'er entered the house in response.

Zhao Wujiang sat on the stone steps, and could faintly hear the voice of the warbler Yanyan inside.

It was only after another half an hour that the door was opened, and two figures stepped out.

Zhao Wujiang just wanted to complain in his heart that a woman is trouble, and he saw the figure that came into view.

Wu Meiniang was wearing a azure long skirt at this time, wearing a glass hosta, her delicate and beautiful face was only lightly makeup, and her forehead was dotted with a little Tang makeup's unique lacquer.

Graceful and luxurious, elegant and quiet, with a shallow smile at the corner of her mouth, and deep autumn water in her eyes, Wu Meiniang at this moment is like a fairy who walked out of the painting.

"The mother is so beautiful."

Wu Meiniang nodded, smiled lightly, and suddenly became charming.

"Just your sweet mouth, let's go, Xiao Zhaozi, go to the poetry meeting with the palace, it's up to you today!"