super concubine

Chapter 168
After finishing writing, Xiao Mo folded the paper on which the poem was written, sealed it in an envelope, and handed it to Zhou Ji.

During the whole process, the three of Zhou Ji didn't speak, they were thinking about Xiao Mo's poem.

Obviously, this is a poem written by Xiao Mo expressing his longing for the princess, "If you want to send colored paper, there is no ruler, and the mountains are long and the rivers are wide, you know where to go." This is what it means. I want to write to you, but I don't know where to send it!

The three of Zhou Ji were shocked, of course, not by this sentence. Putting the envelope away, Zhou Ji shook his head and said to Li Zhun, "This Ziheng, the words that come at his fingertips make me ashamed!"

"The westerly wind withered the green trees last night... I went up to the tall building alone, and looked at the end of the world!" Li Zhun recalled the most vivid sentence, then shook his head, and said: "Good words, good words, let them come to light!"

"Yes!" Zhou Ji nodded, and then called out, "Come on, serve the wine!"

Then there were servants outside who started to gather together. At this time, Xiao Mo came to Zhou Ji, saluted the three of them, and then left.

"Hehe...Ziheng, come to the palace more often when you are free in the future!" Zhou Ji smiled at Xiao Mo, fearing that Xiao Mo would think that his words were just polite words, so he added on purpose: "After all, this king also You can be regarded as a member of the royal family, and with this king, there are more news about the princess!"

Although he has a foreign surname of Wang, who dares to say that Zhou Ji is not a member of the royal family?

Xiao Mo then nodded, thanked Zhou Ji, and left the palace.

"This son is indeed talented, and he has the legacy of the Wei and Jin Dynasties!" After Xiao Mo left, Zhou Ji praised Li Zhun and Xie Yan.

"This song Di Lian Hua, the first half is gentle and the second half is grand! It has the true flavor of the lyrics, it is indeed Xiao Ziheng!" Li Zhun also praised.

Only Xie Yan sat there with a sullen face, drinking cups of tea!
After leaving the palace, Xie Yan returned home, recalling Xiao Mo's poem, and happened to meet his son Xie Yun.

"Father is back!" Seeing Xie Yan, Xie Yun shrank his neck like a mouse seeing a cat.

"En!" Xie Yan nodded, and then asked, "Is Yun Jing at home?"

"Hey!" Xie Yun shook his head and said, "I came back in the morning sullenly, and locked myself in the room as soon as I got home. Father...it's really impossible to go on like this. This girl didn't come back last night!"

"Huh?" Xie Yan was surprised and asked, "Is there such a thing?"

"En!" Xie Yun nodded, stepped aside, and walked behind Xie Yan.

"How did you become a father? That's all..." At first, Xie Yan wanted to scold Xie Yun, but Xie Yan thought about it and felt that it would be embarrassing for Xie Yun to discipline Xie Yunjing. If the method is too strong, Xie Yunjing For such a big person, he would definitely resist, and in the end he would still quarrel, which caused a lot of trouble for himself.

Forget it, let's go and see for ourselves!

"Where did Yun Jing spend the night last night?" Xie Yan asked before leaving.

"The Xiao family..." Xie Yun answered with her head down.

"Hmph, Xiao family!" Xie Yan frowned and snorted coldly.

This Xiao Mo, who was childhood sweetheart with the princess, came to provoke his granddaughter again, does he really think Xie's family is easy to provoke?

Xie Yan's face was serious, and then he walked towards Xie Yunjing's room with his hands behind his back, but found that the door was closed, so Xie Yan had no choice but to knock on the door.

"Who is it? I don't see anyone now!"

Xie Yunjing's voice came from the room, it seems that she is not in a good mood now.

"It's me!" Xie Yan said with a straight face.

Then the door opened, Xie Yunjing stood inside the door, looked at Xie Yan and shouted: "Grandpa..."

"En!" Xie Yan walked in with his hands behind his back with a straight face, and said, "Close the door!"

"Oh!" Xie Yunjing nodded, then closed the door and sat beside Xie Yan.

"Go, bring a pen and paper!" Xie Yan spat on Xie Yunjing, and then tapped her on the forehead: "Stinky girl, you have learned how to stay out at night, a girl, why go to other people's house?"

"Grandpa... I, I'm at Bamei's place..."

Xie Yunjing explained with a blushing face, but Xie Yan ignored her, took the pen and paper, spread it on the table, thought for a while, and silently wrote down the words Xiao Mo wrote to Yun Xue.

"Chrysanthemum, sorrow, smoke, orchid, weeping dew..." Xie Yunjing read softly according to the paper, when she read "Last night the west wind withered the green trees", Xie Yunjing's eyes suddenly lit up, and she looked at Xie Yan in surprise.

"Grandpa, is this a new word for you?"

"What? What do you think of this poem?"

"This ci..." Xie Yunjing laughed, nodded and said, "Very good! Hehe, Grandpa's ci is getting better and better, even comparable to Xiao Mo!"

"Xiao Mo?" Xie Yan frowned, and asked calmly: "It is said that this Xiao Mo wrote a poem about Yanqiu, which can be regarded as a famous poem, but compared to this poem about Butterfly Love Flower, It’s still not rigorous, hehe... Yun Jing, you didn’t deliberately favor that Xiao Mo, did you? You... do you know him?"

Xie Yan looked at Xie Yunjing with a smile, sure enough Xie Yunjing heard that Xie Yan smelled Xiao Mo, she blushed, then lowered her head and said: "I don't know, just like grandpa, I just heard about it."

"Really? Hehe..." Xie Yan laughed.

"That's what it is!" Xie Yunjing said coquettishly: "Grandpa, stop laughing, I'll write a poem by Xiao Mo for you to read, and see if grandson is favoring him."

Then, Xie Yunjing wrote down the song 'Bu Suanzi' that Xiao Mo gave to Yang Yanqi on the paper.

"Choose all the cold branches and refuse to live, the lonely sandbank is cold..." Xie Yan frowned after reading this poem. Is this poem written by Xiao Mo?Why haven't I heard of it myself?
Then, Xie Yan looked at Xie Yunjing suspiciously, and asked: "Yunjing, Xiao Mo wrote this song?"

"Yes!" Xie Yunjing nodded.

"Hasn't Xiao Mo not appeared in Luzhou for a long time? No, it should be said that he has not appeared in front of people for a long time, but Jiang Ning has an extra Xiao Er recently..." Xie Yan pretended not to know Xiao Mo's identity, and then Looking at Xie Yunjing, he asked: "Xiao Mo has never done this poem before, but Yunjing, I don't know where I heard it!"

"Ah?" Xie Yunjing became distressed. Just now, she was quick to speak and didn't think of this question, so she wrote out the words she overheard. Unexpectedly, Xie Yan caught the loophole, and then asked.

"What? Can't tell?" Xie Yan smiled, and a bright look flashed in his eyes. "Yun Jing copied a poem from somewhere, and then pressed it on Xiao Mo's head!"

"How can there be? This is obviously written by Xiao Mo, I heard it with my own ears!"

Xie Yunjing argued unconvinced, and then found that Xie Yan was looking at herself with a smile, with a mocking look, as if saying, girl, don't tell yourself!
(End of this chapter)