Of course she knew that Concubine Yan Gui would not let go of any opportunity to portray herself.
It's just that her performance is too calm, which makes other people a little confused.
This was a rhetorical question, making Yan Guifei gritted her teeth and rubbed her forehead: "My palace has a wrong memory. You made the post. This host is for the prince and princess to come forward."
She also intended to let her sister show her face.
It can hit Anxia even more.
This post was actually sent by Concubine Yan, but it was posted in the name of Concubine An Xia. Only half of the people present received an invitation in the name of Concubine Yan. The other half were invited in the name of Concubine Yan. Yes, she now deliberately mentioned it in front of everyone.
Is to let everyone hate Anxia.
Let everyone step on Anxia.
She gritted her teeth with hatred when she thought of An Xia's position as the prince.
"The imperial concubine's memory is wrong again. The prince was injured. The sons and ministers have been taking care of the prince. There is no time to post the name and let the imperial concubine's empress do it for her."
She is not afraid that Concubine Yan will retaliate against herself, and she will not leave much room for both parties.
At first everyone looked at An Xia fiercely, but at this time they looked at Concubine Yan Gui incredulously, and started talking.
These people are all masters at home fighting, and of course they understand the tricks.
However, Concubine Yan's expression was a little uncontrollable, she gritted her teeth and gave An Xia a fierce look, but she could only justify herself: "Well, this palace has to take care of the sixth house these few days, and it's too busy to take care of this flower feast. I actually forgot."
An Xia twitched her lips, she felt that Concubine Yan was not a tough opponent at all.
Since this kind of thing has been done, everyone knows why it is necessary to explain it this way. It will only lose your identity.
If she were An Xia, she wouldn't say one more word.
After Yan Guifei said, she waved her hand in embarrassment: "Okay, everyone is here. The old rules are to enjoy the flowers first, and then everyone will write a poem on the flower."
Although she favors the sixth house, she has good means, but she is not steady enough.
At least there is no Anxia calm who has lived two lives.
Because An Xia died once, crueler than anyone else!
When it comes to poems, Yan Xinyue took a deep look at An Xia. Her ankle was broken. Fortunately, she was cured in time. She couldn't dance, but she walked as usual.
She has learned An Xia's piano skills and believes that An Xia is really useless.
Just like the rumors, a straw bag!
An Xia walked towards the depths of the Imperial Garden with everyone, but she was a little anxious now, she would naturally not be able to write poems, but it was possible to borrow.
"The crown prince is so talented, so naturally we have to start everyone first." Zhao Zhiqiu suggested at this time.
"Yes, the princess will use this osmanthus to make a poem." Yan Xinyue hurriedly agreed. Before entering the palace, Zhao Zhiqiu and Yan Xinyue liked to sing and reconcile each other. Now that they meet again in this harem, of course they will repeat their old skills. Up.
Especially when it comes to dealing with Anxia, they are very consistent.
An Xia can't do it anymore, isn't it just the position of a princess, it makes them so crazy.
"It's so boring to do poems." An Xia was still searching for the poems in the textbook in her mind, and couldn't think of it for a while, she couldn't step on these bitches.
It can only be said.
"What's the good idea of the prince?" Yan Gui concubine narrowed her eyes and asked tentatively.
"Let's fight poems." An Xia's tone was not small.
"How to fight?" Yan Xinyue also became interested, and several young ladies also agreed: "Yes, it's fresh."
"Why not, those who have lost the fight will never write poetry again, let alone participate in next year's flower viewing banquet." Before An Xia could speak, Zhao Zhiqiu said with a smile on his face.
When she spoke, she looked at An Xia like that, with a defiant face.
Because Zhao Zhiqiu's poems are also somewhat famous in the imperial city, and even more famous and talented.
"Okay, who is going to participate?" An Xia was also not convinced, and looked at Zhao Zhiqiu with a cold expression. She wanted to see how many catties she had, and dared to make such a condition.
Originally, An Xia was thinking about losing a glass of fine wine in the fight. Since they are going to get bigger, she has to accompany her to the end.
"Wait a minute." Concubine Yan Gui suddenly spoke, and everyone around her also cast their sights.
"This bet is too boring. I saw the dancer from the country of Posing a few days ago that she was very good at dancing, with a slender waist, and her graceful charm. If anyone loses, it's better to call that dancer to dance with her for entertainment. Right." Yan Guifei said while looking at An Xia deeply.
As soon as the voice fell, it was immediately sought after by everyone, especially Yan Xinyue said very happily: "The imperial concubine is elegant and interesting, which is more interesting."
She is a person who has seen An Xia piano art, and has long identified An Xia as a mere idiot.
The title of Qinqi, Calligraphy, and Calligraphy is nothing more than a compliment based on the power of Master An, and that face is a little better, it's just embroidered pillows.
An Xia snorted coldly and looked at the crowd: "What's the point of this, so if anyone loses, don't do poems anymore. After dancing with the dancers, take off your shirt and run around the Royal Garden."
For a while, everyone gasped and stared at An Xia incredibly.
This is so disheartening, who dares to say such a thing?
Even Concubine Yan Gui crashed, looking at An Xia like that, with her mouth half open, she could put an egg into it.
"How? Who dares to come?" Ye Qianxiao grabbed his sleeves boldly and said loudly.
In this way, she directly frightened away the young ladies present, and no one dared to speak anymore, and was silent for a while.
"Zhao Zhiqiu." An Xia raised her eyebrows and looked at Zhao Zhiqiu: "What do you think? Do you dare to come?"
She also targeted Zhao Zhiqiu today.
Concubine Yan Gui and Yan Xinyue must not take off their clothes and run in the imperial garden. The emperor and prince would not allow it, so Zhao Zhiqiu will be able to do it. Even though they are all women here, they are also embarrassing and throwing her home.
She didn't believe it anymore, the ancient poems she had learned could not overwhelm this woman!
So she did it too.
Zhao Zhiqiu gritted his teeth and did not answer. The bet was really too big.
She was a little scared, she was not married yet, but she thought about it again, An Xia didn't understand poetry at all, this news is absolutely accurate!
"Why? Don't you dare?" An Xia also started calling, she must make Zhao Zhiqiu ashamed today.
For a while, everyone looked at Zhao Zhiqiu, and now everyone is afraid of calling themselves, and someone is against it, which is a good thing.
"Dare, there is nothing I dare not dare." Zhao Zhiqiu hesitated again, and then said loudly: "The prince concubine and the empress do not speak anything. The one who loses, take off his outer shirt and run a lap in the Royal Garden."
"Of course it counts, the imperial concubine and empress are also there." An Xia made a loud voice, so proud.
The momentum first suppressed Zhao Zhiqiu.
"Okay, who will come first?" Zhao Zhiqiu eased her emotions. She had already thought out the words and sentences in her heart, and now she considered it again.
"My palace let you." An Xia smiled and twitched the corner of her mouth.
Zhao Zhiqiu pretends to think, and the people present are silent again, and the needles fall can be heard.
Everyone was watching the excitement, and everyone present wanted to see An Xia's excitement. After all, she was the unwelcome princess.
"The willow color is clear and the dew is desolate, and the drops of golden powder are fine. One night the osmanthus has no way to fall, and the moon leaves the sound of mortar." Zhao Zhiqiu slowly chanted poems, his face was slightly cool, and his eyes were covered with mist.
This poem has a bit of loneliness.
"Okay, good poetry!" Yan Xinyue clapped her hands and exclaimed. Among these young ladies, Zhao Zhiqiu has some talents and some talents in poetry. Zhao Zhiqiu's talent is recognized by everyone.
Yan Xinyue shouted like this, and everyone screamed.
It made Zhao Zhiqiu a little more smiling, and once again raised his eyes to look at An Xia.
An Xia always had a faint smile on her face and raised her eyebrows: "Miss Zhao's good poem, if my palace understands it correctly, Ms. Zhao is a metaphor for how lonely the women in the palace are."
As soon as the words fell, the court was silent again.
No one dared to answer the conversation, even Yan Guifei's face darkened.
He squinted his eyes and stared straight at Zhao Zhiqiu. Hearing what An Xia said, everyone felt that it meant it, because Chang'e was the representative of emptiness and loneliness.
"Why doesn't your Royal Concubine write poems? I'm picking some of these here." Yan Xinyue wrinkled her eyebrows slightly, she didn't want to miss this good show.
She was afraid that An Xia would sow discord so much that in the end the bet would be gone.
An Xia turned her head and looked at Yan Xinyue: "What are you in a hurry? There is more time."
Everyone whispered to each other again, because Yan Xinyue's words also spoke to their hearts.
Concubine Yan remembered that their goal was An Xia, even if Zhao Zhixin's poem was a bit extreme, he shouldn't discuss this issue now.
"Prince concubine, it's your turn." As expected, Concubine Yan also interjected.
An Xia didn't want to care about them, and didn't say much. He picked up the pen and ink prepared by the maid on the side and wrote: "Yonggui-the peach and plum of the world are all in Jinzhangrang. Competing for shortcuts, and this spring breeze. Under the frost in the sky, the glory will not last long. Anzhi Nanshan osmanthus, the green leaves are hanging on the roots. The clear shade can also be supported, He Xishu Junyuan."
When Zhao Zhiqiu saw An Xia put out the pen, he came forward to pick it up, and read it out to everyone.
After just reading one sentence, her voice darkened, and her face became paler. She couldn't believe that this was written by An Xia, but she had never heard of this poem.
But the foundation of this poem is really too deep.
The writing is frightening, and the poem becomes a weeping ghost, but that's it!
She really wanted to crush this piece of paper, but everyone heard it clearly.
The paper in her hand fell to the ground, she only felt that her brain was a little confused, this time she lost completely.
Yan Xinyue also frowned fiercely, stepped forward to pick it up, looked at An Xia's poem, and read it out loud.
As for the good or the bad, there is no need to say it now. Everyone listened quietly and said nothing.
Even Concubine Yan's face darkened, and she looked at An Xia incredibly. </p>
