"Yesterday, Your Majesty went to my uncle's house and saw me, so my uncle wanted me to enter the palace." Zhen Ji said.
This is what Heshen taught her.
The uncle she was referring to was naturally Heshen.
Until now, she didn't dare to look up at Ying Yuan.
The latter said in a deep voice: "Entering the palace without permission is a capital crime. Didn't your good uncle teach you that?"
"I know I have offended Your Majesty, and I only hope Your Majesty will give me a chance."
Zhen Ji bowed her head.
Facing the powerful man in front of her, she didn't dare to resist at all.
According to the laws of the Qin Dynasty, officials of the rank of Shangshu and above were allowed to enter the palace freely if they had important matters to report to the emperor.
Heshen took advantage of this loophole and sent Zhen Ji to him.
"Chance? What kind of chance do you want?"
Ying Yuan looked at the woman in front of him jokingly.
It was as if she were made of water.
She has a gentleness different from that of Daji and Zhao Feiyan.
"I only wish to dance for Your Majesty. If Your Majesty still wishes to punish me after this dance, I will be willing to do so."
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhen Ji looked up at Ying Yuan.
There seemed to be a faint ripple in her eyes.
This is what is meant by tenderness like water.
Ying Yuan smiled and said, "I have a concubine who created her own palm dance, which amazed the world. I don't think your dance can be better than hers."
Zhen Ji pursed her lips slightly, and said bluntly, not knowing where she got the courage from:
"I want to give it a try. What if Your Majesty likes it?"
"I...will wait and see."
Ying Yuan put down the memorial in his hand, sat steadily, and waited for Zhen Ji to perform a dance.
Then.
Zhen Ji knew that this opportunity was hard to come by, so she slowly stood up.
First, he bowed deeply to Ying Yuan.
Then, he stretched out his limbs and started dancing.
If we say that Zhao Feiyan's dancing posture is really like a dancing swallow.
Then, Zhen Ji's dance looks like a puddle of water, which makes people fall into it and can't stop.
The former is ethereal, while the latter still has a bit of worldly air. It is precisely this bit of worldly air that makes people feel the most difficult.
It is like a light cloud covering the moon, and like snowflakes drifting in the wind.
The shoulders are as sharp as a knife, the waist is as slender as a willow. The neck is long and slender, and the white skin is exposed...
The poem "The Goddess of Luo River" almost fully describes Zhen Ji's beauty.
As Zhen Ji danced, a faint fragrance suddenly entered Ying Yuan's nostrils.
He now finally understood what the words "the faint fragrance of orchids wafts through the air, and I walk hesitantly on the edge of the mountain" meant.
Gradually, Ying Yuan noticed that Zhen Ji had taken off her shoes before dancing.
Her snow-white stockings are exposed, and her attractive white and rosy feet can be vaguely seen.
For a moment, Ying Yuan finally understood why the beauty in front of him could attract several outstanding people from the Cao family.
Before traveling through this world, he was a history enthusiast.
In addition, I had read and memorized "The Goddess of Luo River" when I was in school.
Therefore, he was still very clear about some of the contents and remembered them word for word.
Now, it comes in handy.
Perhaps, apart from Zhen Ji, no one is worthy of "The Goddess of Luo River".
After all, that was love that belonged only to Cao Zhi, and that was beauty that belonged only to Zhen Ji.
After a while.
Ying Yuan finally couldn't help but pick up his pen and wrote three big words on the white paper in front of him: "The Goddess of Luo River".
Afterwards, he started writing at a rapid speed, and soon, a piece of "The Goddess of Luo River" was completed.
Done in one go.
There was no dragging of feet at all.
After all, it was copied.
As for using a brush...
It mainly relies on the memories of the previous life to be familiar with the characters and writing methods of this world.
No matter how stupid my predecessor was, he still knew how to write simple words.
When Zhen Ji finished her song, Ying Yuan had also finished writing it.
Immediately afterwards, the former fell to his knees again.
She did everything she could.
The rest depends on fate.
After Ying Yuan finished writing the Luoshenfu, he looked at Zhen Ji who was kneeling on the ground and said with a smile, "Take a look at what I have written."
He also revised some of the years and other information in the poem "The Goddess of Luo River".
More in line with the current era.
Hearing the sound, the latter frowned slightly.
How can an ignorant and incompetent ruler write articles?
I'm afraid the content of the article is also unbearable to read.
Forget it, for the sake of my father, I can only go against my conscience and praise this tyrant in front of me.
When Zhen Ji got up, went to the desk and saw the article.
She was stunned.
I was so shocked that I couldn't close my mouth.
this...
Was it really written by the tyrant emperor in front of us?
Don’t people say that he is unlearned and unskillful?
Could it be true as my uncle said?
In fact, the emperor is not unlearned?
But sometimes, we have to hide our shortcomings when we have no choice?
Otherwise, how can we explain this article?
For a while.
Zhen Ji read The Goddess of Luo River and was completely mesmerized by it.
Only after she finished reading the last word did she let out a breath.
His eyes were already hazy.
Unable to stop the tears rolling in my eyes.
There is a kind of pitiful and gentle feeling like water.
"His Majesty..."
At this time, Zhen Ji's gaze towards Ying Yuan changed.
From fear to admiration.
In this life, the people she admires most are those who are talented.
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