Raiders of the favorite concubine of Qing Dynasty

Chapter 301 New Year's Eve Banquet ([-])

The dinner party is already halfway through, and the servants of the cloth meal have brought new dishes. Except for me and Dong Eshi who are already full, everyone at the table just moved their chopsticks. There are many manners.

At this time, Dong Erongzhen was impatient and pretended to be casual and reminded: "Didn't you agree to have a poetry competition?"

Dong E's face was filled with embarrassment, and she apologized softly: "She is not sensible, so don't take it to heart."

"Concubine Xian is really good at deceiving herself and others. If I remember correctly, Concubine Zhen is a year older than me. She is ignorant? Who are you lying to?" I have always ruthlessly exposed her behavior of finding excuses for Dong E Rongzhen without a bottom line.

What Dong E Rongzhen said was naturally echoed by others, otherwise this night banquet would end without even a single chance for performance. I rested my cheeks, and I would just abstain at that time. No one would count on me anyway. what will happen.

I glanced at the concubine Borzigit Nahi from the corner of my eye. Unlike the previous empress, her calmness and restraint are more like that of a lady from a family of poets and books. She is neither arrogant nor impetuous, but the arrogance in her eyes explains it The real reason for her like this is disdain.

Although Concubine De seldom speaks, and sometimes she can't even feel her presence at all, she still gave me a dangerous signal. How can she not be more thoughtful when picking someone after the empress's lesson? No matter how you look at it, the concubine is not a simple person.

"Wouldn't it be better for the emperor to throw bricks and attract jade and ask questions for us?" Yang Guipin's voice was very gentle and virtuous, and Er Gege was also well-behaved, but she was an ordinary person because of her mother-in-law's appearance.It's not unheard of in this palace that Brother Gege has a bad temper and the servants around him are miserable, but Er Gege doesn't even have a gossip meeting among the maids to say no.

Fu Lin thought about the village for a while, looked at me with a slight smile and said: "A few days ago, I heard a Buddhist poem. I don't know where it came from, but I was deeply touched." The stock in the box continues to be used, and this product dares to plagiarize my only achievements.

"Bodhi does not have a tree, and a bright mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, where is the dust." When Fulin read this poem, his tone was extremely devout, more like conveying some religious teachings.

The words of this poem are clear and easy to understand. Everyone here is dedicated to fame and fortune. I am afraid they will not be able to understand the way of doing nothing that will not be brought into life and not taken away in death.Of course, if this poem is deeply involved, it is more like a philosophical question, which is bottomless.

I really don't understand the meaning of Fu Linnian's poem. If it comes from me, it is of course ironic, but I don't understand what he means. Could it be that he is trying to persuade him?
Anyway, I couldn't figure it out, and my thoughts were drowned by bursts of praise.But what is the point of this question is quite a bit of thinking. I looked at Dong E Rongzhen and said, "Since Concubine Zhen wants to show her skills so much, this plan must belong to you, and no one can compete with you." I said He said, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, in fact, this question is not difficult, but Dong Erongzhen is afraid that he will get into the corner.

She originally wanted to decline, but everyone was afraid that they couldn't think of more, and they were even more afraid that they would become my enemy, so they naturally threw this difficult problem to her, the instigator.So Dong Erongzhen was driven to the shelves, and couldn't get off.

She stammered and said: "The concubine thought that the emperor meant poetry solitaire, but the concubine has a sentence to echo it." Dong E Rongzhen's brows gradually relaxed, and she said with some confidence: "Cherish your heart and don't spit it out lightly. And teach peaches and plums to make spring breeze."

Because this poem is also a famous poem, I have a vague impression that the artistic conception is not to be frivolous or show off, but to pay attention to accumulation and keep calm.On the contrary, Yu Fulin's verses echoed so much, it was hard for her to think of them.

I admired lightly: "Good poems, everyone knows that I am not good at poetry. I remember that there are still the first two lines in this poem. Could it be that my records are wrong?"

Although there was no voice of agreement, Dong Erongzhen was really uncomfortable with everyone's mocking expressions. At this time, she probably hated herself for not dying.The most hateful person is not a consistent bad guy, but a devious fake good guy. Based on my dislike for Dong E Rongzhen, I naturally try to be the most hateful person for her. I covered my mouth as if I knew I was slipping. Said: "It's really rare for the concubine Zhen to think of it. It doesn't matter if a sentence is also a poem."

The other concubines naturally rushed to comfort her, but they would rather be isolated and forgotten at this time than to be the object of pity for others. The concubine lowered her head and couldn't see her expression clearly, presumably she was jumping in anger.

But because of what Dong E Rongzhen said, I'm afraid it will turn into a poem solitaire in the future. Looking forward to a better future and praising the beautiful motherland, I couldn't help but look at Xuan Ye angrily. I have followed his words these days of.

Xuan Ye shook his hand secretly, his cute expression was very innocent.

"The customs are gentle today, and the king is in Mu Qing. When you look at the flower-picking song, it's all too flat." Concubine Yigui has to be said to be extremely intelligent, a complete poem, although it is so vulgar that it praises the country and the people, but this The vulgar ones are often the safest.Moreover, there are really not many verses headed by Ping. Anyway, I searched all over my brain and couldn't think of it.

And it happened to be Yan Guifei's turn. I was not interested in seeing a good show. Ji Jia's character is not to give her a chance to show off, otherwise she must be perfect.

Sure enough, she thought about it for a while and then said: "The small bridge on the Ping'an shore is surrounded by thousands of peaks, and the soft blue water lingers with flowers and plants. The windows of the thatched hut are slender. The dust is not covered, and the spring breeze sweeps it from time to time. In the afternoon, I sleep to hear the singing birds. , Sleeping like listening to morning rooster. Suddenly remembering the old man, now the old man. Greedy dreams, forgetting the way of Handan in a daze."

After Ji Jia finished reading, there was silence. I haven’t heard of this poem anyway, but listening to the mood is relaxing and comfortable. It seems to be written about mundane and trivial matters, but it is also quiet and melodious. It can be seen that the poet enjoys it .

"This poem is about Wang Jiefu getting tired of his official career after he became an official. He yearned for nature infinitely, and he used the scenery to express his deep feelings." Ji Jiashi's thoughts are deep. This poem unintentionally caters to Fulin's attitude. He is not happy to be the emperor , he wants to express his love for the joy of mountains and rivers.

But who is this Wang Jiefu? After listening to it, I realized that it was Wang Anshi. Really, Wang Anshi is Wang Anshi, Wang Jiefu?Bullying me for being uneducated?

I subconsciously glanced at Fulin and sure enough, he couldn't help but nodded, Ji Jiashi was like his confidante.

Because of Ji Jia's brilliance, everyone else is mediocre.

Dong E's is pushing the old to bring forth the new. This kind of solitaire makes me extremely distressed. I can't pick up any one. When it's Dong E's turn, she is not so particular. If you have a free nature, read one of his poems. The roc rises with the wind in one day and soars up to [-] miles. If the wind stops, it can still shake the dark water. Yu Dayan sneered. Father Xuan is still afraid of future generations, but my husband is not too young."

After the Dong E family, I will be here. This, at least, can stump me...

(End of this chapter)