and son

Meng Chuji had no idea that a catastrophe was coming for no reason.

And A-Jiao stared at the palace man moving the drum, and asked with her hips akimbo: "Which of you will play the drum later?"

Weakly, a little eunuch raised his hand.

Gillian looked him up and down, nodded in satisfaction and said, "You, come with me."

The little eunuch didn't know why, but he didn't dare to disobey, and followed Gillian to the side.

"Princess."

The little eunuch yelled nervously.

A-Jiao looked at him and said, "Watch out when you beat the drums later, give the Crown Princess more opportunities, that is, my sister-in-law, do you hear me?"

"This..." The little eunuch showed a look of embarrassment, "Princess, the empress has ordered all the bouquets to fall on the men's table, slave, slave..."

"You just do it, I will take care of the mother's side, if you don't obey, this princess will cut you off."

A-Jiao raised her hand in a chopping gesture, and the little eunuch knelt on the ground as soon as her knees gave way, begging for mercy repeatedly, but A-Jiao curled her lips and put down her hands, feeling very bored.

Everyone in this palace is bored to death, seeing her timidly and tremblingly, how could Meng Chuji have half a bit of courage.

In short, what she wanted to do was accomplished, and Gillian didn't bother to continue to pay attention to the servants, so she ordered them to quickly move the drums and returned to the imperial garden.

The game can finally start.

Meng Chuji felt much more comfortable after eating a piece of pastry. He followed Daliu and looked at the red drum that was moved up. One person helped the drum and the other beat the drum. It seemed that the one who was facing them was the queen's secret whistle. The bouquet will be made later Whoever falls on it, the person who beats the drum must look at the person who holds the drum.

Anyway, the bouquet can't come to him, it's none of his business, Meng Chuji is so comfortable, but at this moment Pei Jing bumped into his arm, Meng Chuji looked up and saw Gillian winking at him, and even vomited His tongue felt a chill down his spine.

No... not... right...

What does she mean...

Meng Chuji faintly felt an ominous premonition, and then quickly comforted himself, thinking: This is the queen's plum feast, even if A Jiaogui is a princess, she should not dare to make a mistake.

Don't mess around.

Don't mess around.

Meng Chuji murmured in his heart.

The drums sounded one after another, and the bouquet was passed out from the queen first, and passed down from the right hand.

dong dong dong-

After passing around, when Princess Jin put the bouquet on his bosom, Meng Chuji panicked and hurriedly threw the bouquet to Pei Jing, but just as soon as he picked it up from his bosom, the drumming stopped abruptly, The imperial garden was silent.

Meng Chuji's heart hummed heavily, as if he had been hit hard with a hammer, and then his heart was surging and he wanted to curse.

Fuck!

How dare she mess around!

Gillian was really satisfied, her pretty face showed pride, and she clearly meant: Look at you idiots, let me show you how powerful my sister-in-law is.

The Queen frowned.

Meng Chuji stood up slowly in full view of the public, and the makeup on his face fell off because of his gradually stiff expression. Fortunately, his face was covered with makeup, otherwise everyone would be able to see clearly how serious his expression was at this moment Ugly, how hopeless he is.

It's dying.

It's dying.

It really killed him.

Sensing that his condition was not right, the queen suddenly understood something, and said casually: "I heard that the crown princess is quite talented in Dachu, so writing poems must not be a problem, with Mei as the topic, let's start now! "

The queen is far away in Dasui, so I don't know who has talent or not, but it's just beating him in disguise. As a princess, he must not lose Pei Jing's face. This poem must be written even if it can be written, and it must be written if it can't be written. Even if you talk nonsense, you have to pull out a decent song.

He wants to! !

But will he! !

It's okay to barely recognize a few words, but can poetry be conjured up by nonsense? ? ?

Meng Chuji's throat rolled, and he tried his best to calm himself, and said with difficulty like swallowing a knife: "Mei...Mei..."

Even if it's not for Pei Jing, but for Da Chu and his sister, he can't lose face.

Meng Chuji hesitated, and the others seemed to have seen the way, their faces began to show the expression of watching the excitement, and their smiles were full of jokes.

If a dignified princess is illiterate and can't even compose a poem, it will be a big joke if it gets out.

"plum……"

Meng Chuji recalled being scolded by his father in the past. For the first time, he felt remorse. Under all kinds of embarrassment, he turned to Pei Jing for help, hoping that he could come forward and say a few words for him.

Pei Jing's eyelashes were drooping, her slender fingers held on to the wine glass, and she took a sip slowly.

The expressions of everyone at the banquet became even more subtle.

Some even couldn't help laughing secretly.

The queen's beauty became more and more unsightly, and Gillian finally knew what she had done, and she felt extremely regretful.

God knows why Miss Qianjin from the General's Mansion can't compose poetry.

Still put the water problem.

Looking at the plum blossoms all over the imperial garden, he doesn't have any thoughts?

Even if it's "several plums in the garden, fragrant and beautiful", it's okay. In the face of her princess, you should applaud her and say yes against your conscience.

It's true that Pei Jing doesn't know how to help her daughter-in-law!

Gillian was dying of anxiety.

At this time, a beautiful female voice boldly interjected at the table, but it was Shangguan Ting: "Auntie, please forgive my cousin. Last time my cousin and Qinghe said that she didn't love Mei. The topic is chanting Mei, isn’t this embarrassing my cousin? If you don’t love Mei, you can’t write good poems about Mei, and if you can’t write good poems, how can you say it?”

The inside and outside of the words seemed to be solving Meng Chuji's problems.

But everyone watched the queen's face darker than before. The queen loves something Meng Chuji doesn't love. Isn't this a slap in the face of the queen? Besides, the plum blossom symbolizes the love between the queen and Emperor Sui, and the status is even more extraordinary. Shangguan Ting's words like this are just stabbing Meng Chuji.

Gee...

Watching a play during the banquet was more meaningful, the queen stared straight at Meng Chuji, her voice was already stormy: "Oh, the crown princess also said such a thing?"

Meng Chuji has never been stupid, and he can tactfully deny without having to think about it: "Cousin misheard, I said that I don't like chrysanthemums, the bright yellow ones are not good-looking, not plum blossoms."

His little cousin usually looks very smart, so why is it a disservice at a critical moment.

Forget it, maybe it's just to help him keep his mouth shut.

It's just that the queen might not be able to pass the test here.

Sure enough, the queen said coldly: "Since it's Aimei, then hurry up and write poetry!"

The problem is back to the beginning.

Meng Chuji couldn't get off the tiger.

"aunt……"

Shangguan Ting seemed to have to save the day.

Pei Jing, who had been silent all this time, suddenly interrupted lightly: "Qinghe, you talk too much tonight, your cousin sister-in-law is very talented, so there is no need for you to say more."

This is straightforward and embarrassing.

Shangguan Ting was silent.

Then, all eyes focused on Meng Chuji again.

Meng Chuji took a deep breath and said slowly, "The title of the poem, Yongmei."

Shangguan Ting was scolded by Pei Jing, she bit her lips, her brows and eyes were cold, when she heard that Meng Chuji had reported a topic, she was jealous and disdainful.

If Meng Chuji knew how to compose poems, he would have written them long ago, why bother procrastinating for so long.

She wanted to see if Meng Chuji could compose this poem.

As soon as he thought about it, Meng Chuji's clear voice sounded smoothly: "When the cold weather is coldest, the dark fragrance is clear and light-colored cinnabar; if you don't compete with the three seasons, you will be unique in the beauty of winter."

"it is good!"

Gillian cheered and applauded loudly.

The others were taken aback for a moment, then applauded immediately.

The applause changed from sparse to thunderous.

The Queen's appearance has improved a lot.

Shangguan Ting's pupils shrank sharply, she couldn't believe it, she felt that she was slapped hard invisibly, and her face was in burning pain.

Meng Chuji sat down with a smile on his face, his vanity inflated in the face of the applause, his head held high like a proud peacock, as if he wrote the poem by himself.

The next round began with drumming and passing the flowers. The queen knew that A-Jiao must have played a trick, so she found an excuse to replace the maid next to her to beat the drums, and the bouquet never fell on Meng Chuji again.

While others were composing poems, Meng Chuji moved closer to Pei Jing and whispered, "Thank you!"

If it wasn't for Pei Jing writing on his thigh and helping him cheat, he wouldn't be able to get through this difficult time.

At first, when Pei Jingyu drank and pretended not to help him, he secretly scolded him bloody.

Ashamed, ashamed.

Meng Chuji was rarely sincere, so Pei Jing smiled: "You're welcome."

Husband and wife should help each other.

Meng Chuji looked at him deeply, inexplicably, the more he looked at him, the more pleasing to the eye, the more amiable he was, and silently made the next decision in his heart:

He decided that starting tonight, he would treat Pei Jing as his brother, the strongest and strongest brother.

He, Meng Chuji, will be Pei Jing's good friend from now on!

Pei Jing was stared at strangely by Meng Chuji, and asked in a warm voice, "What's wrong?"

Meng Chuji withdrew his gaze, put one hand on his shoulder, leaned half of his body on him, and sighed: "Your Highness, you are so kind!"

Pei Jing looked at that elbow with side eyes, raised her eyebrows, and then looked at Meng Chuji, her eyes were as deep as an ancient well.

Meng Chuji didn't notice it, and drew closer to him, and said to himself: "Your Highness, do you want to learn archery? I am a good archer, and I can teach you... Oh, yes, the daily note says you can archery." , then let's change to another one..."

Pei Jing restrained herself for a while before she could move her eyes away, without changing her face, she said: "What is written in the daily life note is not true, I don't know how to ride and shoot."

Meng Chuji was excited: "Huh, really?"

"Yes, if you are willing to teach me, it would be great, but..." Pei Jing smiled softly and harmlessly, "I can do fuss, but I am very stupid in riding and shooting, you must teach me by hand. "