"The concubine doesn't dare." Du only squatted.

"I look at you—" Before the emperor could finish speaking, he saw Shi Jing stand up.

"Shi Jingzhen didn't call you."

"The emperor thinks that Du Chang's poems are perfunctory, and the slaves and maids know that someone is not perfunctory."

"Who? Say it to me, is there a talented woman like Du Changzai in this harem? Don't bury it, what's her name? ”

"Shi Jing."

"In front of the emperor, how can you be presumptuous." Meng Yuzhu peeled a piece of pomegranate for the emperor again: "Your Majesty, this historical scene is clearly teasing the emperor, whether she is talented or not, the emperor knows best, what poems and jokes she can make." ”

Of course, the emperor knew that Shi Jing was a few catties and taels.

But for the sake of her father's face, she didn't want to embarrass her, so she waved her hand and let Shi Jing go aside.

Shi Jing took out a piece of rice paper from his sleeve and handed it over, only to see a few lines of words written on the dragon flying and phoenix dancing on it: "When autumn comes on September 8, I will kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom, and the incense array will penetrate Chang'an, and the city will be full of golden armor." ”

The emperor read it several times, and couldn't believe that such a bold poem was actually presented by Shi Jing, and this poem looked like it was from Du Zhiyan's hand, Shi Jing's cheating was quite obvious.

It looks like it's not fun, and the emperor also recited it twice, not to mention, this poem is very well written, and the emperor is willing to bow down.

Although I understand who helped write this poem, but I don't know it thoroughly, I am still a good friend, Shi Jing is willing to take this poem out, which shows that she cares about the emperor, and the harem women are jealous of the emperor, and the emperor is a little useful: "Whoever wrote the poem, why don't you dare to admit it, and you are afraid to wince." ”

Shi Jing's neck stiffened: "Back to the emperor, I wrote it." ”

Talking nonsense with his eyes open, Shi Jing is quite bold, this is the crime of bullying the king.

Of course, the emperor is not willing to pursue it, and it is harmless.

Meng Yuzhu said: "Your Majesty, the concubine admits that she hasn't read many books and can't write any poems, but the poems written by Shi Xiunu sound like they have a sense of rebellion. ”

Rebellion can punish the nine clans.

Fortunately, the emperor didn't take it to heart: "It's just to write a poem about chrysanthemums, don't be so nervous, with me, who can rebel?" ”

Meng Yuzhu had to laugh awkwardly: "The emperor is wise." ”

The Queen Mother immediately rewarded Shi Jing with a gemstone ring: "In the end, it is Shi Yu's daughter, unlike others, this poem is excellent, the mourning family thinks that the poem alone is a bit bland, it is better to let Zhaoning play a song to help the fun, and it will not be in vain to waste this beautiful scenery, what does the emperor think?" ”

The Queen Mother is always thinking about the daughter of the Wei family, and the emperor knows this very well that he can't brush the Queen Mother's face.

Soon, the vermilion zither was carried out.

A palace maid picked the dark purple chrysanthemum petals, and sprinkled baskets and baskets on the ground, and soon, a thick layer of chrysanthemum petals piled up.

Wei Zhaoning wore a smoky purple gauze robe, covered with gold gauze, only revealing a pair of eyes, quietly stepped on the layer of petals, put his hands on the guzheng, tried the sound a little, and began to play.

Her technique is excellent, light and orderly.

Under her playing, the guzheng is quiet for a while, and like a storm for a while.

Her weak hands seemed to have the strength of thousands of horses, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes rapid and sometimes slow, and those notes seemed to have wings, drilling straight into human ears.

Those chrysanthemums seemed to be poured into the soul, and they flew up with her fingers, and for a moment she couldn't tell whether they were petals or purple rain.

The petals in the sky were suspended and entangled, wrapping Wei Zhaoning inside, like a picture of a maid.

Eyes full of purple.

This song made everyone hold their breath, and they were worried for a while, as if they were in a thousand flowers, and like they were in a battlefield with gunsmoke billowing out.

It's a fresh tune, Wei Zhaoning is not the only one who can play the guzheng among the harem women, but when he plays it around, the emperor is about to hear it, and what Wei Zhaoning played this time is actually the poem that Shi Jing just wrote.

Shi Jing's poems are already magnificent, coupled with the momentum of Wei Zhaoning's playing, it is simply natural, even if it is a music house in the palace, for a while, it may not have such attainments.

The queen couldn't help clapping: "Zhaoning is becoming more and more proficient in playing, she has liked to play since she was a child, and she has invited several masters, and now it is really ...... In the evening, you have to give Zhaoning stewed a fat duck to replenish it. ”

The Queen Mother beckoned, asked Wei Zhaoning to come forward, and motioned for her to bring a glass of wine to the emperor.

Wei Zhaoning brought the wine over, and the emperor drank it all.

The Queen Mother smiled and said, "What does the emperor think of Zhaoning?" ”

"Wei Guiren plays very well."

"If the emperor is free at night, let Wei Guiren go to Taihe Palace to play a song. This song is also fresh, presumably the emperor is not tired of listening to it. ”

This is what it means to let Wei Zhaoning go to bed.

How could the emperor not understand.

But as a man, the emperor doesn't like to be forced, so he hesitates.

Meng Yuzhu leaned up: "Your Majesty, the concubine has created a new ice dance ......"

The Queen Mother gave her a look, and Meng Yuzhu hurriedly stepped back three feet and knelt back.

Meng Yuzhu practiced the ice frolicking for more than a month, and died before she could show up.

Tian Lingyue looked at all this from afar, and had a plan in her heart.

Meng Yuzhu was deflated, and everyone saw it.

dared to rob the favor of the women of the Wei family, and the Queen Mother naturally did not rely on it.

Tian Lingyue squeezed out of the crowd and knelt directly at the feet of the Queen Mother.

This Ying Ying knelt, revealing weakness, dressed in plain clothes, it was a beige makeup brocade, and there was no pattern in the plain one, although she was combed with a high bun, but only a light cyan chrysanthemum was inserted in her hair, and there was nothing else, and the pearl earrings the size of rice grains on her ears were almost invisible, and it was estimated that she was not worth two taels of silver.

It's rare that there is such a pure person in the palace.

The Queen Mother didn't remember who it was for a while.

Looking at the hairstyle, it looks like the emperor's little wife.

"The slave maid is the show girl of the Yongfu Palace, called Tian Lingyue, the daughter of Tian Guang, the seventh grade of Zhili Prefecture, the queen mother's care, fortunate to enter the palace, has been living in the Yongfu Palace, and has not been able to serve in front of the queen mother, so the queen mother's eyes are born."

looks timid, but the speech is clever, and it can be regarded as a proper response.

"Raise your head and look at the mourning family."

Tian Lingyue raised her head, and there was constant sorrow, a little cowardice, and a little courage in her thin eyes. It seems that he is afraid of being looked at, but his head is raised very high.

The cheeks are thin, not white, the lips are thin, even the earlobes are thin.

According to the hexagram, such a person is not blessed.

The Queen Mother sighed.

"What are you doing on your knees before the mourners?" The Queen Mother asked.

"The slaves and maids have shown their talents, and now it is the chrysanthemum exhibition held by the queen's mother, and the slaves and maids dare not be lazy, so they have also prepared some things to present, and the queen mother is invited to smile."

Another one to show off his talents.

The Queen Mother watched several programs in succession, and she was a little tired, plus the Queen Mother wanted Wei Zhaoning to sleep and kill Tian Lingyue out of thin air, the Queen Mother felt that it was not the right time for her to come out, at least, she had no eyes. So the speech was not very hot: "Since you have prepared something and the emperor is here, then you can present it to the emperor." ”

"The slave's things are specially prepared for the Queen Mother."

"Really? What is it? "The Queen Mother was flattered, you must know the Chrysanthemum Exhibition, the concubines in the harem are all preparing the show for the emperor, Tian Lingyue found another way, and actually prepared something for the Queen Mother.

I saw Tian Lingyue raise her hands above her head, and in her hand was a cloth bag.

Aunt Guan took the cloth bag and put it in front of the Queen Mother.

When the cloth bag was opened, there were several volumes of scripture inside.

"The slave maid has no outstanding talent, I heard that the Queen Mother is Buddha, so she smoked incense and meditated, copied these three volumes of scriptures, and asked the Queen Mother not to dislike it."

Knowing that the Queen Mother is a Buddha, there are many people in the harem concubines who are willing to do what she likes.

There is nothing uncommon in bathing incense and copying scriptures.

The Queen Mother just said lightly: "You have this heart, it's very good, Aunt Guan put it away." ”

Aunt Guan was about to put away the scriptures, but Tian Lingyue said: "Queen Mother, the scriptures copied by the slave maid are different from others. ”

"Oh? What's the difference? ”

The scriptures copied by the concubines in the palace are only the "Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra", "Vajra Prajnaparamita Sutra", "Guanamitayus Sutra" or "Myoho-renge-kyo" and "Jizo Bodhisattva Honjo Sutra", which are several copies in the Empress Dowager's Cining Palace.

"The Queen Mother opened it and took a look, and she knew." Tian Lingyue sold a pass.

There are not many people who dare to sell Guanzi in front of the Queen Mother, and the Queen Mother's curiosity has also been hung up by her, since it is different from other scriptures, it has to be opened and seen.

Neat font, no merit, in the harem, this font is acceptable, and then look at it, the words are all red, one by one red characters, like a blooming fire lotus.

"You wrote it with cinnabar? It's with heart. The Queen Mother stroked the scriptures.

"Back to the Queen Mother, it's not cinnabar."

"Oh?"

"These red letters are written in the blood of slaves and maids."

"Huh?"

The slave maid thought that there was no shortage of scriptures in the Queen Mother's palace, and the slave maid had no other skills, only filial piety. I heard that the scriptures written in blood are particularly effective, so the slave cut her fingers and wrote them with blood, wishing Chen Guoguo prosperity and prosperity, and wishing the Queen Mother and the emperor a long life. ”

"This" The Queen Mother held the scripture and put it back on the table.

Yes, the strange Taoist scriptures have a thick blood atmosphere, which was originally written by Tian Lingyue in blood.

The concubines had never heard of anyone being so ruthless.

Although in order to compete for favor, everyone has their own abilities, a few days ago, the drama team of Nanfu also performed a play, saying that there was a concubine who was pregnant at the same time as another concubine, in order to give birth to a child in advance, secretly drugged another concubine to make her dystocia, so that the concubine finally died of dystocia and the mother and child died.

The thick three volumes of scriptures, how much blood must be shed, it is terrible to think about.

Even Meng Yuzhu couldn't help but be secretly frightened: "I underestimated her, I didn't expect her to be so unscrupulous in order to get on the throne." How many women in this palace have such ambition? ”

Du was not surprised.

At the beginning, she lived in the same room with Tian Lingyue, and they took care of each other, and they were teammates in the trenches, and Tian Lingyue could push her teammates into the pit. Writing a few volumes of scripture with a little blood, what is it, she did it.

Shi Jing has never seen this formation, the education she received since she was a child is still "the body is skinned, and the parents who receive it cannot be damaged", the thick scriptures must not cost Tian Lingyue's life, Shi Jing is distressed: "Du only said that you see how white Sister Tian's lips are, it must be bleeding too much, and I don't know if I can make up for it after drinking the old hen soup for a month, alas, the women in the palace are too difficult, I can't compare, I can't compare to this, I can jump for two days with a needle pricking my fingers." ”

Tian Lingyue just knelt quietly.

"No wonder Sister Tian has always been missing recently, it turns out that she is hiding and secretly writing scriptures." Shi Jing admired the five-body throw: "This Chrysanthemum Festival talent, I am ashamed of myself, even Wei Guiren may not be able to compete for Sister Tian, it seems that Sister Tian's day of emergence is finally coming." ”

Aunt Guan helped Tian Lingyue up.

The Queen Mother put her hand in the palm of her hand, Xiu Nu's hand should be white and soft, but Tian Lingyue's hand looks rough, she often does embroidery work, and copies a lot of scriptures, and now the middle finger is calloused, and the cut on the index finger has not completely grown, it seems that the blood of the index finger is used to copy the scriptures.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" The Queen Mother asked.

"I can copy the scriptures for the Queen Mother, and the slave and maid don't hurt."

"What a good boy."

"The slave maid is from a humble background, and it is a blessing for the slave maid to be praised by the queen mother."

"Although you are filial, don't do such things in the future. Your heart, mourning the family has received. The Queen Mother said, took off the jade bracelet on her wrist, and gently put it on Tian Lingyue's wrist: "This bracelet was given to the mourning family by the first emperor back then, and the mourning family has always carried it with him, so I will give it to you today." ”

The weight of this bracelet can be seen.

How many people have survived from fourteen to forty, and they have not been rewarded by the Queen Mother.

The queen mother has said that the emperor can't be stingy.

"Appreciate the field show girl silver six taels."

The worship room has already brought the green head card.

Gao Rang knew that at this time, how could he turn over the green head card, Wei Guiren and Tian Lingyue let the emperor choose, that was not digging a pit for the emperor, so he quickly waved his hand and asked the eunuchs to bring the green head card back.

The eunuch in the respectful room held his ears: "Father-in-law Gao, is it a change of place to turn over the brand?" ”

Gao rang closed his eyes helplessly, these little cubs.

"Since the people in the respectful room are here, the emperor might as well turn over the cards here." Meng Yuzhu brought the emperor a bowl of white fungus soup, she wanted to see, between Wei Guiren and Tian Lingyue, who would the emperor choose, Wei Guiren is the face of the Wei family, the Queen Mother is still sitting here, and Tian Lingyue, who has no family background, is from a lower class like her, can she fight Wei Guiren?

The emperor did not accept Meng Yuzhu's white fungus soup, obviously dissatisfied with Meng Yuzhu.

It was too late to throw this hot potato, Meng Yuzhu directly hugged it and stuffed it in the emperor's mouth.

"Since that's the case, the emperor will turn it over here." Wei Zhaoning still has some confidence in herself, she feels that she is favored, one relies on her unshakable family background, and the other relies on professional skills, her performance can be called a national player, Tian Lingyue is just making some low-grade means to make people pity and move, and there is no need to put it in her eyes at all.

It seems that there is no way back.

The emperor had no choice but to call the people in the respectful room to come forward.

The emperor's hand fell on Wei Zhaoning's green card.

The tears in Tian Lingyue's eyes almost fell.

The emperor's hand fell on Tian Lingyue's green head card again, and then, the emperor picked up Tian Lingyue's green head card.

Tian Lingyue breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let Tian Xiu's maid sleep tonight, what does the Queen Mother think?"

"The emperor can make his own decisions about the bedtime, and the mourning family has no opinions."

It's cold, and the sisters wear more clothes.