Consort Luo
Mei-ra.
Mi Shan had already exchanged names with most of the concubines during her initial greetings.
Ming Meiluo's first impression of her was that of an innocent and naive girl who had entered the palace a few months earlier than them and had been favored by the Emperor several times.
She rose from a lowly ninth-rank maid to a fourth-rank concubine.
It is possible that she is pregnant.
It's understandable that the Empress would target her at this moment.
"Shan'er, what's wrong? Why are you staring at Consort Luo in a daze?"
Xia Ranxue's voice awakened Mi Shan's thoughts.
Mi Shan shook his head and tightened his grip on her hand.
"Keep your voice down. Just remember what I said: no matter what happens next, don't go into groups. Especially don't go near Consort Luo."
Although Xia Ranxue didn't understand why, seeing her serious expression, she nodded and nervously swallowed, "Okay."
After the Empress finished speaking, it was the turn of Consort Ru according to rank.
She laughed heartily and said loudly, "When will the spring flowers and autumn moon end? How much of the past do we know?"
"A single petal falling diminishes spring's beauty; countless blossoms drifting in the wind bring sorrow."
Seeing that everyone's eyes were on her, Consort Yu paused for a moment before slowly beginning to speak, her voice light and melodious, like celestial music.
The character "花" (flower) is the third character, and the matching is exquisite. Consort Yu is not only beautiful, but also possesses considerable talent.
A chorus of praise gradually arose among the concubines.
Mi Shan twitched her brow slightly.
She recited the poem with a faint sense of sorrow, the same sorrowful feeling she had when she grabbed Li Changyu by the collar and questioned him last night.
Mi Shan shook her head and sighed inwardly.
Despite enjoying the Emperor's great favor, Consort Yu was not happy.
No wonder she told Li Shengyuan that she could save him.
By pushing the emperor towards her, she could get closer to Li Changyu.
The "Flying Flower Order" game has been going on round after round without anyone noticing.
"Next, I'll go. 'The flowers fall helplessly, yet the swallows return, seemingly familiar,'" Lin Zhaoyuan interjected.
After speaking, he smiled slightly and turned his gaze to Mi Shan.
"Little sister, it's your turn."
Mi Shan was still gazing at Consort Yu's beautiful and charming profile, tinged with a faint sadness, unable to come back to her senses.
Xia Ranxue, who was beside her, gently tugged at her arm.
Mi Shan then realized what was happening, and after a moment's thought, slowly recited: "Where in the spring city do flowers not fly? The east wind of the Cold Food Festival slants the imperial willows."
"Good, well said!"
A gust of wind blew by, sending petals flying everywhere.
Amidst the fluttering petals, a bright yellow figure, followed by a group of officials and palace servants, slowly walked towards them.
Amidst the bustling crowd, Mi Shan immediately spotted that outstanding figure.
Li Changyu was tall and upright, with an outstanding demeanor.
Standing behind Li Shengyuan, who was wearing a bronze mask.
Dressed in a red robe, with quiet and serene eyes, her temperament was as aloof and detached as a snow-covered pine tree on a high mountain.
He remained unmoved upon seeing Mi Shan, not even blinking, and did not look at any other concubines.
Mi Shan had to admire the depth of his disguise.
He was still acting cunning and treacherous last night.
Today, when he is in front of the emperor, he changes into a docile figure, and who can find fault with him?
Mi Shan also secretly glanced at Consort Yu and saw that her gaze indeed bypassed the emperor and was fixed on Li Changyu, unwilling to look away, with expectation in her eyes.
He became even more certain.
The relationship between Consort Yu and Li Changyu was indeed extraordinary.
"Good, Shan'er, I like these two lines of poetry very much."
Li Shengyuan laughed heartily, completely unaware of the awkward atmosphere, and sincerely praised Mi Shan.
"These last two lines, 'As dusk falls, candles are passed in the Han palace, and light smoke drifts into the homes of the five marquises,' subtly suggest the Emperor's boundless grace. Under my leadership, the Great Yue Dynasty is truly peaceful and prosperous!"
"Your Majesty, I pay my respects. Long live Your Majesty..."
"Your Majesty, this humble subject pays respects..."
After a series of formalities, Mi Shan finally had a moment to respond to His Majesty's praise. She responded with humility, saying that a poet had done a good job before, and that she had merely borrowed the allusions.
Li Shengyuan nodded, his face beaming with smiles, even more satisfied with her.
"I was in a good mood today, so I thought I'd take my ministers for a stroll in the Imperial Garden to admire the flowers. I never expected to run into my beloved concubines reciting poems here. Come on, continue. Don't mind me. I'd like to see you continue your game."
"Let me hear what other good poems you have!"
The Emperor waved his hand magnanimously, sat down to the side, and looked at them with admiration.
Upon seeing this, the concubines all spoke up to express their opinions.
By the time it reached Consort Feng, countless rounds had already passed.
At this point, the character "花" should appear as the ninth character.
This stumped Consort Feng, who hadn't read many books and usually only loved wielding swords and staffs.
She was eager to impress the emperor, but unexpectedly, she encountered an area she was not good at.
He met Li Shengyuan's suddenly darkening gaze.
The feeling of humiliation from last night surged back into my heart.
He stood there stunned for a moment, his face turning deathly pale.
Even the Empress Dowager quietly reminded her.
She can't hear anymore either.
He was about to find himself unable to back down under the complex gazes of the assembled ministers.
Feng Qianzhong's mind went almost blank.
A cool, detached voice, carrying a touch of elegant indifference, slowly rose from the silence.
"The face is gone, I know not where; but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze."
After Li Changyu finished reading, he didn't look at anyone's expression and remained standing silently.
A figure in a red robe and wearing an official's hat stood amidst a riot of colorful flowers.
With her fair skin and stunningly beautiful face, she was as radiant as a gentle breeze and the bright moon, easily surpassing all the beautiful concubines in the imperial harem. Her elegance and charm were unparalleled.
Feng Qianzhong trembled all over, clutching the hem of her skirt tightly.
Her face flushed as she looked at Li Changyu, her eyes sparkling with gratitude.
The emperor's smile returned.
"As expected of my child, well said!"
The surrounding ministers echoed his sentiments, and Li Changyu bowed to them in humility.
The young man was tall and handsome, with an outstanding demeanor that made it impossible to look away.
Many of the concubines cast their gazes at him, their faces flushed with a faint blush.
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