When she entered Cixiang Palace, she saw that all the concubines had arrived. Among the crowd, An Nuanzhi found the face she least wanted to see - Shen Yuhe.

An Nuanzhi thought to herself why she was here? On the first New Year's Eve when she became queen, she was disturbed by a piece of mouse droppings, which made her depressed.

"Good luck to the Queen of the East. I heard from my father that the Queen recognizes the Shen family as her sect. It stands to reason that my daughter should also call her 'Sister'. My sister is good." Shen Yuhe came to greet her with a smile, but his expression was hidden in his smile.

After Shen Yuhe said it, An Nuanzhi remembered this. Before she was granted the title of queen, she could not support the ministers of the court. Lan Yiluo specifically found the Shen family as her support, and An Nuanzhi recognized the Shen family. Only then did Weizong calm down the objections. In other words, An Nuanzhi was Shen Yuhe's god-sister.

However, today is New Year's Eve, and it is inappropriate to mention such things, so Shen Yuhe's words are actually mocking An Nuanzhi for his humble background, and being a queen has to embrace the Shen family's "legs."

An Nuan smiled coldly and refuted it calmly, "I can't bear the term 'sister'. You can eat whatever you want, but don't recognize relatives randomly. Beauty Shen should call me empress."

"Brush——" Shen Yuhe's face turned pale. In the first round of the fight, Shen Yuhe lost so much that he even lost his bellyband.

Everyone sat down, and Shen Yuhe obviously wanted to win the game. Like her sister Shen Yumo, she was proficient in poetry, lyrics, and poetry, especially poetry about singing flowers and grass. When she saw a few crabapples in the hall, she was heartbroken. Make a living.

"Empress Donghou, on New Year's Eve, I thought of a Begonia poem to dedicate to the Empress."

"Tell me, Miss Shen." An Nuanzhi smiled.

Chen Yuhe smiled slightly, "As soon as the remaining makeup from the plum blossoms faded, the new red begonias were painted. The tea flowers have bloomed, and the thorns are sprouting from the berry wall."

Everyone took a breath. This poem seemed plain, but it implied that An Nuanzhi had become the old person, and the emperor wanted to accept a new favorite "out of the wall". It meant that the new person smiled but the old person cried. This was a disguised form. What a provocation.

At this time, Queen Mother Ying and the Emperor arrived just in time. They also heard the poem written by Shen Yuhe, and they all turned their attention to An Nuanzhi, especially Lan Yiluo.

An Nuanzhi thought to herself, "You're bullying me for being uneducated, right? I'll show you what level is!"

An Nuanzhi smiled and said, "Ms. Shen used red begonias to chant poems, but now is not the season when begonias bloom, and chanting begonias is too fake and too vulgar. However, I also have a poem praising begonias for Messrs. Shen. "

"Your Majesty, please speak." Shen Yuhe frowned slightly.

"The Xiang curtain is half rolled up and the door is half closed, and the ice is crushed into earth jade for the basin. The pistils of the stolen pear are three-thirds white, and a wisp of the plum blossom's soul is borrowed. The immortal in the Moon Cave sews his silk gown, and the resentful girl in autumn wipes away the traces of her cry. Silently talking to someone I complained that I was tired of leaning against the west wind and fell into a coma at night."

An Nuanzhi's poem "Ode to the White Begonia" was pure, clear, and poetic. Everyone was shocked as soon as it came out, especially Lan Yiluo, who frequently cast astonishing glances at An Nuanzhi.

Compared with Chen Yuhe's poems with small belly and chicken intestines, this poem is grand, gorgeous, and the tone is also refined. The key is that it has emotions, which can make people quickly immerse themselves in the artistic conception of the poem, and their souls are sublimated.

An Nuanzhi couldn't help but snicker when she saw everyone's shocked expressions. She has loved reading "Dream of Red Mansions" since she was in elementary school. All the poems are familiar to her. She couldn't help but think to herself, "Uncle Cao is so talented. I'll see you another day." Let these ancients recite "The Burial of Flowers" and I'm sure it will stun them into paralysis."

Shen Yuhe's face looked ugly, but she was still unwilling.

“Empress Donghou, this poem is so bitter and bitter, it’s not suitable for a lively occasion like New Year’s Eve.”

"Yes, that's why I only gave it to you. It suits Miss Shen's current mood." An Nuanzhi gave a ghostly smile.

"..." Shen Yuhe was completely speechless. She pouted her mouth and looked at Lan Yiluo aggrievedly.

Lan Yiluo pretended to be deaf-mute and helped Queen Mother Ying to sit down without looking away.

Queen Mother Ying seemed to be in a good mood, and because An Nuanzhi and Shen Yuhe had just recited poems, she came up with the idea of ​​​​composing a festive poem. The concubines should use "spring" as the theme, and they would be rewarded if they did well.

The first poem was written by Liu Shuiqing of the Western Empress, "My eyes are full of the joy of March, and when I raise my head, I can feel the green mountains."

This poem alluded to the harem concubines vying for favors and threatening her status. It was very consistent with Liu Shuiqing's petty character. An Nuanzhi glanced at her and smiled, and she dared to pursue this woman. She made it clear to everyone that she was a jealous person.

What Concubine Yue does is "The afternoon naps are getting thicker and thicker than wine, and the time has passed into the hands of Lord Dong."

Concubine Yue was smarter than Liu Shuiqing, and did not express her "jealousy" too obviously, but she was still very petty. An Nuanzhi thought to herself that dog meat buns would not be on the big stage.

Next is what Concubine Qiu did, "It takes time to recognize the east wind, and it is always spring when it is colorful."

Concubine Qiu has a calmer temperament, but she is not uninterested. It can be seen from the poem that she is looking forward to being favored by the emperor, and her implicit expression really caught Lan Yiluo's attention.

Lan Yiluo's eyes were a little gentle. He recalled Duanmu Yuanqiu's caring companionship when he seized power. They held candles and talked every night, loving each other. He respected and pitied her. This poem undoubtedly triggered his emotions. Many memories.

"Qiu'er, the poetry you wrote is very artistic. I haven't heard Qiu'er sing for a long time. Please sing one for me now."

"Yes, I am honored." Duanmu Yuanqiu's cheeks were shy and his eyes were watery, as if he was secretly conveying his love.

An Nuanzhi curled her lips and said, "I'll go and flirt like others don't exist."

Just as she was thinking about it, Lan Yiluo suddenly turned her head and looked at An Nuanzhi.
Chapter completed!