The Evil King Xun Fei: Don't mess with the femme fatale

Now, what she wants to destroy the most is the emperor's deadly gaze, which makes people very uncomfortable...

Would love to break!

The emperor finally remembered to ask her to stand up. The girl with a straight back smiled like a flower, looked at the emperor who couldn't hide his complacency, and replied with a smile: "Thank you, the emperor, for being considerate of Zhaohua. I didn't have too difficult a problem. Zhaohua is very grateful." do."

The emperor couldn't hide his astonishment, and everyone was also shocked. Is Princess Zhaohua frightened? Such a question is not too difficult, even the great Confucians present here feel that it is impossible to do it. Could it be that she is a little girl? Really surpassed these great Confucians in talent and learning?

Under the puzzled or astonished eyes of the crowd, Lin Qingran's expression suddenly changed, and she took a step slowly, very solemnly, and chanted shallowly: "Boiling beans burns Osmunda, and the beans cry in the cauldron. Born from the same root, why is it too urgent to be intertwined?" With every step, a sentence is recited, and after four steps, the poem is finished.

As soon as the voice fell, Yun Zheng applauded heavily: "Xiaoran is really talented, there are seven steps, but in four steps, he has used all the cooking, burning, frying, and weeping, and he has made a good poem through the ages." .” He was generous, with a calm expression, and carried the sedan chair for her in an open and aboveboard manner.

The emperor's complexion changed drastically. Rao because of his emperor's mind, there was a bit of displeasure on his face at this time.

As soon as Yun Zheng's voice fell, Xu Changqing said with a smile that was not a smile: "It's born from the same root, so why bother? Good poetry, good poetry." He looked at Lin Qingran with complicated eyes, full of emotions in his heart.

Rong Ruo also looked at Lin Qingran thoughtfully, and praised: "Just this poem, a girl can be called a talented girl."

The emperor was already very unhappy when he heard that Lin Qingran could compose poems according to his request. In addition to these three sedan chair bearers, one Yun Zheng was enough, and even Xu Changqing and Rong Ruo rushed to help When she carried the sedan chair, she really didn't know what drug she gave them?

The emperor was furious in his heart, he felt that Lin Qingran was insinuating, and he had seduced a good man out of his soul, so he had to punish him.

But under the watchful eyes of everyone, he didn't dare to go too far. Thinking of not making arrangements later, his expression softened a little, and he forced a smile: "Sure enough, Zhaohua is quick-witted and quick-witted. Someone came here to give Dongming a century-old nectar." He said. He glanced at Dugu Lin.

Dugu Lin immediately stood up with a smile on Yan Yan's face, and raised his glass: "Master Zhaohua is quick-witted, let's toast to the talented girl together." Who knew that he stood too hastily, and there was an ambiguous crimson silk handkerchief in his cuff It floated down gently, and the night wind that came from the night gently swayed, and Sipa rolled in a circle, and landed at the feet of Princess Huizhen on the opposite side.

On the plain blue and bright bluestone board, there is a crimson silk handkerchief curled up at the four corners, which is both abrupt and has an indescribable beauty, and because such an ambiguous silk handkerchief fell out of a man like the second prince. , there is a touch of pink color for no reason, arousing curiosity and giving birth to the idea of ​​peeping.

Whether it is a man or a woman, they are born with some thoughts on gossip.

Princess Huizhen bent down to pick it up, and wanted to hand it to Dugu Lin, who was blushing and seemed a bit embarrassed, while Princess Qingyun, who was beside her, was sharp-eyed, and gave Lin Qingran a sneer without a trace, and then Read it out: "The flowers are bright and the moon is dark and the fog is light. I can go to Lang's side tonight. Wearing socks and walking on the incense steps, carrying gold-threaded shoes..." As I read it, I feel that the surroundings are quiet, and it coincides with the stop of the drum. When the strings are on, it seems that her voice is more penetrating.