Chapter 542: Speedy and forgetful

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Because of a tear between Ye Liuli and Zhao Guifei, the New Year atmosphere has disappeared.
A group of harem ladies have been fighting for more and more. They are the first time to see them face to face, not to mention the fact that the current emperor, the queen, and the queen of the red celebrities and the concubine Zhao Guifei are all heavyweight players. Extremely powerful, really ... too! it is good! Look! It's up!
Unfortunately, the situation doesn't allow melon seeds, otherwise it would be more beautiful if I watched the seeds.
In any case, this year's New Year's feast is the happiest time for concubines.
The feast continued.
This time, no one dared to publicly embarrass Ye Liuli, the banquet gradually became peaceful and peaceful, and everyone began to appreciate singing and dancing.
Ye Liuli managed to get rid of the ten princesses and drew to the side of Dongfang. "You haven't figured out yet about the plot of the second prince? Recently, your IQ has dropped a bit, or else you can eat walnuts to supplement your brain?"
"..." Dongfang Yu.
Ye Liuli saw Dongfang sullen and smirked, "Dwarf oil, be careful of the liver, people are teasing you, I know you must have come up with a reason."
Dong Fang snorted softly and couldn't help but glance.
Ye Liuli almost burst out laughing, and quickly covered her mouth. "Yeah, this is the first time I've seen Xingan Er roll his eyes, can I do more in the future?"
Dong Fang has an urge to vomit blood, "Ye Liuli, you want to kill me alive."
"Of course it's not, it's just teasing you for fun. Okay, don't tease, tell me soon."
On the other side, singing and dancing continued.
Not to mention that the concubines and queens feel boring year after year, and the queen mother and queen also find it boring.
The emperor said a few words, looked at the door of the main hall, and said, Why is it still too late? It's really hard.
But at this moment, when the emperor looked up and saw Ye Liuli whispering with the Oriental cricket, he saw the little girl's brow fluttering and glaring at his ninth prince with beard and glaring, although he hadn't kept his beard.
At the end of the song and dance, the prostitutes kneel to salute.
The emperor had an idea and slowly walked, "It's a rare family reunion. Let's have some fun. Let's participate, how about it?"
The concubines naturally agreed.
The emperor's eyes flashed insidiously, "Luri, listen to a poem."
Ye Liuli took a sip of tea and didn't spit it out-would the dog emperor avenge his beloved concubine Zhao Guifei? Let her write poetry? Which poem is written? Where can she write poetry?
The amount of ink in Ye Liuli's stomach was so clear to Dongfang Li that he was very worried and was about to ask for pleading, but saw the emperor's unhappy look.
He immediately understood that the emperor was eyeing Ye Liuli today, and he could not save it.
Dong Fang whispered, "Liu Li, anyway, you have a thick skin, and if you can't do it, you don't have to worry about it, Father Emperor won't be too embarrassed."
Ye Liuli rolled his eyes directly, "No! I just tore with Zhao Guifei, and now I won't write poems. Wouldn't you let Zhao Guifei's group of people make a joke? My skin is really thick, but I can't be thick today!" Thinking, stood up for a moment. "Okay, what does the emperor want to hear, I recite ... oh no, I will write a poem for you."
Everyone looked at Princess Xianxian differently. After all, Ye Liuli had never read a book in Xiangfu before. This is a well-known thing. Does it even do poetry now? Did King Yin teach it?
The emperor was also surprised, "You just use Xue as the title, how about writing a poem?"
"Northern scenery, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, but the reckless; up and down the river, suddenly torrential. Mountain dancing silver snake, the original Chi wax figure, want to compare with the sky test. Pretend to be wrapped, extraordinarily enchanting. There are so many pride in Jiangshan, attracting countless heroes to win the waist. Xi Qin Emperor Han Wu, slightly lose the literary talent; Tang Zong and Song Zu, slightly less coquettish. A generation of Tianjiao, Genghis Khan, only knows the bow and shoots the big eagle. Go down, count the romantic figures, and look at the present. "
"..."
There was no sound in the lobby.
I have never seen such a fluent person before.
I've seen fluent people, but never spoke so fast.
It ’s just me ... not so skilled?
Ye Liuli raised her left eyebrow, and took everyone's reactions into the eyes. She said that she did n’t know anything. You went to the nine-year compulsory education and tried it, and you were more fluent than me.
Zhao Guifei said, "Is this really what you made? Isn't it plagiarism?"
Ye Liuli said, "Did Zhao Guifei have heard this poem before? Have everyone here heard this poem? Haven't heard it, how can you talk about plagiarism?" Humming, in fact plagiarism.
A concubine could not help but whispered, "Excuse me, what is the Great Wall? What is the Emperor Qin Emperor Han Wu? What is Tang Zong and Song Zu? What is Genghis Khan? In addition to these incomprehensible, this poem, uh ... not bad Not bad. "
Everyone nodded and looked at Ye Liuli together.
Ye Liuli blinked, "Oh, that, there is no specific meaning, just to add words to rhyme casually, and I have a characteristic of poetry, like to open your mouth, forget to turn around, for example, just said I have forgotten the poem I wrote now. "Then, spreading his hands.
Anyway, she "composed" the poem, let alone plagiarism, anyway, "composed" it.
It's the first time that you've seen this type of quick-thinking and forgetfulness.
The queen mother talked to the emperor.
Dongfang Zhi really knew Ye Liuli, and he did not believe that the poem was made by Ye Liuli.
"Does the emperor still want to hear?" Ye Liuli smiled.
The emperor interrupted the conversation with the queen mother, "You have to do it?"
"Thousands of birds are flying, thousands of people are gone. Lonely boat crickets, fishing alone in the cold river snow. Two yellow crickets mingling green willows, and a row of egrets go to the sky. The window contains the Qianling snow, and the gate is parked on the Dongwu Wanli ship. There is no bloom in the new year, and the grass buds startled in early February. Bai Xue was too late in the spring, so she wore a garden tree as a flying flower. Mei Xue was not willing to fall in the spring, and the pens were criticized by Sao Renge. But I lost a period of incense. The north wind blows the snow, the fourth season, Jiarui Tianjiao, and the year of the year. Half of the Tu Su is still not lifted, the grass is written in small grass in front of the lamp. The sun is far from Cangshan, the cold white house is poor. Snowy night returns to the people. As far as the rich years are concerned, what happens in the rich years. There are poor people in Chang'an. It is not good for Rui. I am surprised that the pillows are cold and I see the windows tomorrow. I know the snow is heavy at night and I hear the sound of bamboo. The flower is only cold. The smell of willow is heard in the flute, and the spring has never been seen. Xiao Zhan follows the golden drum, Xiao Mian embraces the jade saddle. He is willing to lower his sword down and straightly cut the Loulan. There is no plum without snow and no poetry. People. Sun and evening poetry is snowing all day, and it is very spring with Mei. "
Ye Liuli spit out the poems about Xue remembered in his head in such a breath.
Let a group of Nima say that her culture and level are not even memorizing poetry of a compulsory educational administration.
OK, now that I have memorized it, regardless of the consequences, I have memorized it. In the face of so many poets of different poets, different ages, different styles, and different writing habits, how is it round? Make her so round?