"Sour, pretentious." Yun Dai said, unable to help but smile, "Don't it be said that the emperor is extremely smart in poetry and books? The poems he wrote are somewhat unworthy of his name. I can write dozens of poems like His Majesty."

"I'm not a little bit." Zhao Yuan said, "I heard that you were not valued when you were in your parents' home and had never read any books. Can you still write poetry?"

"I'm so modest."

"Since that's the case, it's so heavy snowing outside, so you write a poem with the title of snow." Zhao Yuan said.

"I don't have to think about it. What I read casually is poetry." Yun Dai sincerely wanted to suppress his arrogance. After thinking about it in his heart, he stood up, walked to the window, and recited casually, "The snow and moon are the most suitable, and the plum and snow are clear."

Zhao Yuan originally thought she was talking big, but the first sentence she said was indeed interesting.

He was a little surprised and looked up at her.

Yun Dai looked at the snow scene outside and continued to whisper: "Last year, when the snow in Jiangnan was seen, the plum blossoms bloomed at the end of the moon. This year, the plum blossoms bloomed early, and the moon was still the same year. The cold and lonely light shone brightly, and only some snow was needed."

Zhao Yuan was stunned.

Although these poems sound casual, if you think about them carefully, they have a sense of freedom.

He really didn't expect that he could hear such a fresh poem from her mouth.

Yun Dai turned around and smiled sweetly: "How is it?"

Zhao Yuan withdrew his gaze and said indifferently: "It's not satisfactory. But have you ever been to Jiangnan? Although this poem is fresh and profound, it doesn't fit the current artistic conception."

Yun Dai turned his head and looked at him and stuck out his tongue.

This poem was copied, and it is normal to not conform to the artistic conception.

However, this is not a problem.

Who told her to have a good memory?

"I have another song." Yun Dai said, "Your Majesty listened. He was surprised that the quilt was cold, and he saw the windows brightly. He knew the snow was heavy late at night, and he heard the sound of breaking bamboos at the time."

Zhao Yuan was really surprised now.

Is this woman too quick-witted?

In the blink of an eye, two poems came out, and they were all good poems with lofty artistic conception.

The lonely and cold meaning of the poem behind it is beyond words.

It sounds sad.

Zhao Yuan closed the scriptures, was silent for a while, and asked, "Does the queen feel lonely and wronged when she lives here?"

Yun Dai was stunned for a moment, and when he thought of the artistic conception of this poem, he couldn't help laughing.

This is a poem written by Bai Juyi when he was exiled, so he naturally feels lonely and depressed.

It seems that Zhao Yuan thought this was a reflection of her own mood.

She thought for a while and said, "I don't feel lonely, nor am I wronged at all. It's just that the snow falls in the cold winter, which inevitably makes people feel cold. However, after Yan'er comes, it's much more lively here."

Zhao Yuan took out a small brocade box from the cuff and put it on the table, saying, "This is the antidote I want from the Empress Dowager. In fact, it is not a particularly poisonous medicine. The antidote is not difficult to prepare, but it is time-consuming. The Empress Dowager is not bad by nature, but loves the uncle too much and is a little unreasonable."

“I don’t need it.”

"I know, you asked Dr. Meng to re-presorb the medicine. But today is the third day. If you don't take the antidote, his decoction will not be suppressed." He said, "Although you and me have quarrels and entanglements, you don't have to be stubborn about such things. You don't want Yan'er to see you feeling uncomfortable, right?"
Chapter completed!