Both "Changxing" and "Weiqi" are board games in this world. The first two sentences mean to light candles and play chess with one's lover.
The word "deep well" easily reminded Bi Linglong of the secret passage in the bedroom, and she couldn't help but imagine the two of them having a secret rendezvous by candlelight in the passage.
With her literary knowledge, she could naturally understand the double meaning, as if the other party was instructing her not to break the promise.
Although I don't know what period he was referring to, it's clearly some kind of agreement between couples.
"Could it be that he's hinting that I should wait for him in the secret passage tonight?" Her heart pounded at the thought.
However, what moved her even more were the last two lines: the red beans in this world are also called love beans, and her maiden name is cleverly hidden in them, which shows that the other party wrote this poem especially for her.
"This guy is shameless! Who's in love with him!" Bi Linglong was a little unsure of herself. These days she had been tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep, her mind filled with memories of her time with him in the secret realm. Had she made it too obvious and he noticed?
Oh dear, this is so embarrassing.
"Your Highness, what's wrong?" Rong Mo, who was not far away, saw her face turn red and white after reading the note, as if she was both ashamed and angry. Having served her for so many years, he had never seen her with such an expression. So, out of curiosity, he subconsciously stood on tiptoe and tried to see what was written on the note.
Bi Linglong reacted quickly, folding the note discreetly: "I am aware of what Lord Zu reported, and I will arrange for its handling later."
She barely dared to make eye contact with the other person when she said this.
My heart was pounding like a deer. I thought to myself, this guy is really bold. How dare he hand me such a love letter in front of so many people in the Eastern Palace?
You should know that if this is exposed, it will be a serious crime that results in the confiscation of property and the extermination of the entire family.
She instinctively wanted to put the note into the incense burner beside her and burn it, but she quickly dismissed the thought. She couldn't bear to destroy a poem written especially for her, so she decided to find a secret place to hide it when no one was around.
Seeing her expression, Zu'an knew that she had turned her anger into joy, and couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief.
At the same time, I was a little confused, wondering what I had reported.
However, assuming she was just saying it to others, he didn't mind: "Then I'll have to trouble the Crown Princess."
Seeing his grinning face, Bi Linglong thought to herself, "Is this guy very smug? He's clearly got me wrapped around his little finger."
So she snorted softly, expressing her dissatisfaction: "But Lord Zu's handwriting is really too ugly, it looks like ants crawling."
Rong Mo chuckled to herself. She always felt that after Zu An came, the Crown Princess seemed to be less fond of her than before. Seeing the Crown Princess scold Zu An made her feel secretly pleased.
"The Crown Princess is right to reprimand you." Zu An was also sweating profusely; he had a good grasp of his own handwriting.
Bi Linglong said calmly, "After all, you are the Crown Prince's son-in-law, and you are responsible for teaching the Crown Prince by example. Your handwriting is too ugly, which is really unsightly. I will ask the Junior Tutor to teach you. Practice your handwriting here more."
Zu An was in a real bind. He never expected that even after transmigrating, he still wouldn't escape the fate of continuing his studies.
He thought to himself, "My title of Zhongshuzi is just a title. What can I possibly teach the Crown Prince? Does teaching him how to enter the bridal chamber count?"
Seeing his sullen expression, Bi Linglong couldn't help but bite her lip. What did this bastard mean by looking unhappy? Wasn't I doing this so that you would have a reason to spend more time in the East Palace with me on weekdays?
Of course, she could never say these words aloud; she could only keep them bottled up inside and sulk.
...
At this moment, the important matters had been discussed to the fullest extent, and Eunuch Wen called out in his high-pitched voice: "If you have something to report, please do so; otherwise, the court is adjourned."
Just then, an elderly man with bronze skin stepped forward and said, "I have something to report."
The emperor glanced at him, wondering what Murong Tong had to say at this moment, but still nodded and said, "Granted."
Murong Tong then said, "I obtained a new poem before going to court, which I feel can be used to compose a war song. I hope Your Majesty will approve it."
Upon hearing his words, the people in the court whispered among themselves, unable to understand why he would make such a request.
Could it be that one of his nephews or nieces wrote a poem, intending to use it as a basis for promotion?
However, the Murong family is a family of military generals, and the family members are all roughnecks. Even the young lady of the Murong family is a tomboy. I have never heard of anyone having any talent in this area.
Moreover, because the imperial court suffered a great loss in the war song of the demon race back then, it has been researching its own war song after returning. Unfortunately, it has always been unsatisfactory. Ultimately, this world values cultivation, and the truly talented people have devoted themselves to the path of cultivation. No one looks up to poetry, which is a minor path, so there has never been a suitable song lyric.
However, there were many well-informed people in the court, and many of them vaguely guessed what he was going to say.
The Vice Minister of the Imperial Secretariat, Yu Nan, had a gloomy face. Last night was the most humiliating moment of his life, and he never wanted to recall it again, but unexpectedly, it was brought up again.
"What word?" The emperor's expression remained calm, revealing nothing of his thoughts.
"This poem is titled 'To the Tune of 'Breaking the Enemy's Formation'—A Heroic Poem for the Duke of Cheng," Murong Tong replied, reciting aloud, "In my drunken stupor, I pick up my lamp to examine my sword; in my dreams, I hear the bugles echoing through the camps..."
The entire court of officials felt that the topic was extraordinary, and that such a poem was bound to be a good omen for the Duke of Cheng's upcoming campaign.
After hearing the entire poem, everyone was excited.
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