Empress looks forward to falling out of favor every day

Chapter 44

Eunuch Li took a peek at Ye Mohan's expression. Ye Mohan's face was cold at this moment, and his heart was calm.

Eunuch Li sighed, not knowing what to do.

Let Yu Xiaoshizi go on.

There is no way to clean up this situation.

Several of these concubines are the daughters of some ministers present, and now the faces of these ministers have turned blue from the proudness just now.

Prince Yu was making a fuss, probably some ministers didn't even care about etiquette, and had to point at Prince Yu's nose and yell at him to relieve his anger.

Although Yu Xiaoshi was often scolded, it certainly didn't matter.

But it can't affect His Majesty's mood because of him!

Sure enough, at this moment, a minister said coolly: "Women can't write poems, so you can do it, Yu Xiaoshi? Besides, you are a man, and you have won the competition with the women in the deep palace. Why are you so embarrassing?"

Although I know that this minister is complaining for the sake of the girls.

But the word "women in the palace" also unintentionally stepped on these empresses.

Yu Xiaoshi clicked his tongue twice, shook his fan, and said casually: "My lord, what you said is wrong, this son and the girls..."

Eunuch Li coughed several times before he attracted Yu Qing's attention.

Yuqing:?

Eunuch Li blinked, implying that Prince Yu should stop talking, His Majesty is here.

Yu Qing knew it in her heart, but she was a little annoyed. Before she kept silent, she didn't forget to say something, "It's boring, then this time, I can be regarded as the winner of this world, harem ladies..."

On the other end, a sigh interrupted Yu Qing's words.

Now Yu Qing was scolded by a minister for no reason, she was already furious, but now she was interrupted again, she turned her head and stared coldly.

I saw a woman standing alone on the side of the road. She looked into the distance, and the breeze blew by, blowing her black hair.

This scene is extremely beautiful.

Hearing her speak softly, the melodious and melodious voice like a silver bell spread into everyone's ears along with the wind.

"At noon on the day of hoeing, the sweat drips down to the soil.

Who knows dishes on the menu, A Journey. "

Ye Mohan also heard the words, raised his cold eyes and looked over.

After a poem was finished, everyone had different expressions, but most of them were shocked.

Xiao Yueyao withdrew her gaze from the distance, turned her head to look pitifully, and covered her stomach with her small mouth, "Your Majesty, my concubine is hungry."

This scene made everyone dumbfounded.

Concubine Xiao is really temperamental...

But Young Master Yu stood alone, replaying Xiao Yueyao's poem over and over again in his mind, his little face became brighter and brighter.

He pushed through the crowd and came to the front.

Holding a folding fan in one hand, he tapped the palm of his other hand and exclaimed: "Good poems, good poems... really good poems!"

After Yu Xiaoshi finished speaking, he still didn't forget to turn his head to look at Ye Mohan, put his hands together and said: "Blessed is the emperor, there are such talented women in this harem, I thought that this harem is really just like Lord Wang said, it is full of embroidered pillows by women in the harem, hehe."

Ye Mohan is Yu Xiaoshizi's cousin, and he loved to follow Ye Mohan's ass around since he was a child.

Therefore, this young prince Yu is one of the few who can be a little presumptuous in front of Ye Mohan.

Concubine Zhen and other concubines were insulted by Shizi Yu's words, but they dared not speak out, they could only stare at him with their beautiful eyes, hoping that their eyes could kill people.

Kill the little prince Yu in front of him without leaving any.

Xiao Yueyao blinked her big eyes, and looked at the person in front of her with a puzzled expression.

I saw that Yu Xiaoshizi was wearing a white dress with a stand collar, the skirt and cuffs were embroidered with a picture of cranes flying in the sea of ​​clouds, and he was wearing a hollow golden belt.

The blue silk is tied up with hosta, half bundle and half draped.

Holding a folding fan with a picture of clouds, mist and green bamboo in his hand, his eyebrows and eyes are full of suave and suave, and he looks like a dog.

Xiao Yueyao only took a look, and she had already started to guard against this person in her heart.

Looking at him is already very face-saving.

After all, after staying by Ye Mohan's side for a long time, everyone thinks it's okay, it's okay.

　Thank you [Bp.] for your reward~

　　Hand in the ticket, if you don’t hand in the wine, the wine will be cold, the next chapter will write a small theater for you hehehe

　　Ps: Poetry is not made of wine, ancient poetry is a must for primary and secondary schools~

　　

　

(End of this chapter)