Chapter 815 See Through

In Zhaoyang Hall.

King Jing took the initiative to invite Ying, instead of a court lady, stretched out his wrist, and let Concubine Lu Jing support him, and walked into Zhaoyang Palace together.

When he was about to enter the inner hall, King Jing suddenly stopped, and his eyes fell on the garden beside the path.

Looking around, the peonies in the garden are set off by the green leaves, blooming charmingly, red, purple, pink, and the peonies are stretching their petals one by one, like a dancing lady. Inciting the hem of the skirt, the beauty is graceful and luxurious, the beauty is national beauty, the beauty is overwhelming, and the beauty is gorgeous and delicate.

Among them, two peonies are the most eye-catching. Half of their petals are dark purple and black, and the other half are dark red like blood.

Familiar peony.

Familiar memory.

When I was young, I played hide-and-seek with Brother Sanhuang and Ning An in the garden of Rongfu Palace. Brother Sanhuang accidentally stepped on and broke such a half deep purple and half dark red peony. I still remember that it made Concubine Du heartbroken for a long time.

"What's the matter?" Concubine Lu Jing asked.

"Mother Concubine, if my child remembers correctly, these peonies are from Concubine Du's palace, right?" King Jing asked in an affirmative tone.

"You remember clearly, but not now." Concubine Lu Jing turned around and looked at the peonies in the garden, her clear eyes were full of complacency like blue waves, and the corners of her mouth were perfectly curved like a crescent moon. .

Peony is the king of flowers, isn't it the symbol of the master of the harem? How does Concubine Du Kang deserve a peony garden now?

"My concubine likes begonias, and concubine Du loves peonies. This peony is not something that my concubine likes, so why should my concubine win others' love?" King Jing shook his head slightly.

"Who gave birth to you? It's fine if you don't help the concubine mother. How can you help that bitch?" Concubine Lu Jing glanced at King Jing and said angrily, "Concubine mother, I like peony recently, it can't be done. Besides, I just mentioned that I like peonies, which were transplanted from Rongfu Palace by your father, so I won't be loved by others."

"Concubine Mother." Seeing this, King Jing shook his head helplessly and smiled.

Rongfu Palace has a study room with elegant interior decoration, a Guqin, a desk, and a boudoir atmosphere.

"Brother Huang, do you understand?"

Princess Ning'an was sitting in front of the desk, holding her cheek with one hand, while the other small pink hand was idly pulling a corner of the rice paper and scratching it back and forth.

Xuan paper is very familiar, it is the same rice paper that Zhu Pingan wrote the poem "Wai Chun".

Opposite the desk, Yu Wang copied a copy of "Wai Chun" with a brush in his hand. Standing in front of the desk, he looked at the copy of "Wai Chun" while thinking seriously. This is a habit he developed from studying when he was a child, and it also came from a lesson of Emperor Jiajing. When he was young, Emperor Jiajing had a whim during the Chinese New Year, and personally taught King Yu, Prince Zhuang Jing, and King Jing a Qingci. Prince Zhuang Jing and King Jing I soon understood, but Yu Wang didn't understand anything, and asked Emperor Jiajing over and over again. Emperor Jiajing was annoyed by the question, and angrily asked Yu Wang to fire him a hundred times, and taught Yu Wang that reading a hundred times is self-righteous See, you are stupid, you can always copy it a hundred times. From then on, King Yu gradually formed the habit of using transcription to promote understanding.

After listening to Princess Ning'an's question, King Yu frowned and shook his head slowly.

"Hey, is the sun coming out from the west today? Didn't Ning An get dizzy when he read stereotyped articles about poetry, poetry, and Fu? Why did he take the initiative to ask your brother to study poetry today?" Concubine Du Kang looked at Ning An with a smile on her face. Princess Ann joked.

"Concubine Du~~ I'm so ignorant." Princess Ning'an blushed slightly and put the poems in her hand on the table, ran over bumpily and hugged Concubine Du's arm, shaking her coquettishly. Come.

"Hehe, I'm afraid your father will be worried in the future." Concubine Du Kang giggled suddenly.

"Why?" Princess Ning An raised her small face and asked in puzzlement.

"Hehe, because our little Ning'an is not only naturally beautiful, but now he is educated and sensible, so what kind of son-in-law can match up with our little Ning'an, I'm afraid only the number one scholar can be worthy." Concubine Du Kang embroidered a handkerchief With a small mouth, he giggled coquettishly.

"I don't want to marry that exposing mad lady surnamed Zhu~~ Ning An ignores you." Princess Ning An heard Du Kangfei say that only the number one scholar is worthy of her, and suddenly thought of a certain person who would take off her pants in public. Zha Yinku's exhibitionist felt a chill all over his body, every cell in his body was against it, he couldn't help but blurted out subconsciously, after speaking, he met Concubine Du Kang's gossiping eyes, his pretty face turned red like a ripe apple, angry With a cry, she turned around in shame and annoyance and lowered her head to ignore Concubine Du Kang.

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore." Concubine Du Kang coaxed with a smile.

Princess Ning An just turned around, "Concubine Du, you can't make such jokes with Ning An again in the future."

"Yeah." Concubine Du Kang nodded, obviously insincere.

After the silence here, King Yu on the opposite side of the desk seemed to have figured out some clues, and spoke slowly:

"This poem is a very good poem if you don't pay attention to rhythm. Perhaps, this is a poem that doesn't pay attention to rhythm. It is influenced by Liu Zongyuan's opposition to parallel prose, and it also has the artistic conception of Su Dongpo and Liu Yongsong. Catchy and easy to sing, it seems to be a new genre. The dark plum blossoms are dark and the other is quiet, and the plum blossoms are written like a god. Well, there is also this distant smell, lying like water, using the sense of smell to write vision, this kind of The technique is used extremely well. From a distance, the plum blossoms in full bloom look like a red lake. The shore at the back looks green, the shore looks translucent green, and the shore seems translucent green. It is also very good. Loneliness, I say that autumn is better than spring, everyone uses green leaves to set off red flowers, but this poem is uncharacteristically, uses red flowers to set off green leaves, pointing out the strong spring, this artistic conception is really beautiful, comparable to "Spring River Flowers" "Moon Night" is comparable."

"Is that exhibitionist's writing so good? I don't care for his broken poems." After listening to King Yu's interpretation, Princess Ning An stretched out her small hand to take the rice paper in her hand, and then patted the rice paper with disdain on the table.

It turns out that his writing is so good, hum, but even so, I don't care too much. Do you think that if you bother to write a good poem, I will be able to impress you? You have read too many drama scripts, go dreaming, hum !

Of course, although Princess Ning An has a hundred in her heart, her vanity is still satisfied.

"What kind of poem is so good, let me have a look. The dark plum smells the flowers, and the lying branches hurt the bottom. The distant smell is like water, and it is easy to reach the spring green"

As Concubine Du Kang said, she took the rice paper on the table in her hand, read it in a low voice, she didn't understand why, then read it again, the light in her eyes flashed, she seemed to be thinking, she immediately went back to look at it again, whispered Slowly and silently recited it again, her pretty face blushed suddenly, she almost couldn't help laughing out loud, she stretched out her slender hand to cover her small mouth, her shoulders trembled, and her big eyes bent into crescent moons.

Seeing this, King Yu looked at Concubine Du Kang in a daze.

Princess Ning'an is the same.

Seeing the confused faces of the two of them, Concubine Du Kang couldn't help but covered her small mouth like this. She giggled loudly, and the branches of laughter trembled, as if she was about to die of laughter.

(end of this chapter)