Chapter 219 She Has Made Some Progress
Qin Zhaoyue sat at his desk and wrote furiously.
Although there is no study in the house, there are still fine writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone.
After a short while, he finished writing and handed the three sheets of paper to Yinzhe.
Last night the rain was light and the wind was strong, and I couldn’t sleep off the hangover.
I asked the person rolling up the curtain, and he said the crabapple tree remained the same.
Do you know, do you know?
It should be green, fat and red, thin.
After reading the words on the first piece of paper, Yinzhe was stunned.
She was the thirteenth princess of the previous generation and received a palace education since childhood.
It is no exaggeration to say that he is a man of both literary and military talents. One can see the extraordinary nature of this poem after reading it once.
No way...
When Sui Mo brought back the gifts from the Prime Minister's Mansion the day before yesterday, she was hiding in the dark.
"I am just not good at calligraphy and painting. Your Highness's poetry is simply amazing.
If I just make a small move, the entire literary world will tremble, understand?"
No one present at the time took it seriously and just thought she was trying to save face.
Yinzhe suppressed his emotions and turned to the next page.
The grape wine is in the luminescent cup, and the pipa music is urging me to drink.
Don’t laugh at me sleeping drunk on the battlefield. How many men have ever returned from the battles in history?
this!
Yinzhe was confused.
The two poems have very different styles, and the latter one is actually a frontier poem.
It would be understandable if this poem was written by the eldest princess, after all, she once led troops to fight in the north.
But Qin Zhaoyue...
The first time I left the capital in my life was to provide disaster relief and flood control, which had nothing to do with the border.
Could she write this poem?
Yinzhe was feeling a little uneasy and turned to the third page.
I look at my sword by lamplight while drunk, and dream of blowing the horn in the camp.
Eight hundred miles of roast meat is distributed to the subordinates, fifty strings play the music from the frontier, and the soldiers are inspected in the autumn battlefield.
The horse is running as fast as a whirlwind, and the bow is as loud as thunder.
To complete the king's affairs and win fame in life and after death.
Poor white hair!
Yinzhe:!!!
It’s about the frontier again, and how could a girl who is just in her twenties and has never been to the battlefield write this poem with such a mood?
Her breathing became rapid, and even her veil rose and fell.
Seeing this, Qin Zhaoyue slid forward, bent down, raised his head and looked up hard, but found nothing.
He is in the Divine Martial Realm, so even if his heart is shaken for a moment, his reaction speed is not comparable to Qin Zhaoyue's.
The moment she took a step forward, Yinzhe had already taken a step back.
"Tsk...how stingy."
What a great opportunity! We've known each other for almost three months, and this is the first time I see her veil move, and I haven't been able to succeed.
The scene was a little awkward for a moment.
Yinzhe's cheeks twitched. It was really hard to connect these three poems with the "naughty" princess in front of him.
After a long silence, he asked, "Your Highness, did you write these three poems?"
"Yes." His tone was so righteous.
Of course, it's not all fake.
Originally it was "The horse Di Lu is so fast", but there is no such name as Di Lu in this world.
So it was replaced by Salu, one of the most famous horses in Dagan's history.
"Did you really write this?"
"Oh, why don't you find some great poets and see if they can write something like this."
Here's where it gets weird.
Yinzhe could see that these were poems that would be remembered forever.
If anyone could write such a work, it would be impossible for him to remain anonymous or write for someone else.
"Your Highness, I'd like to ask, how did you write the frontier poem?"
The first poem is okay. The Sixth Princess is really talented in writing. Maybe she can really write it.
The second poem is fine, but how can Yinzhe believe the mood of the third poem?
"After listening to my elder sister talk about things in the North, I was inspired to put it down on paper."
Yinzhe fell silent again.
This matter... probably can only be attributed to extraordinary talent.
Qin Zhaoyue put her hands on her hips and asked, "How do the poems you wrote for Helian Chaolu compare to mine?"
Even if he was unwilling to admit it, Yinzhe could not deny it.
Your Majesty has prepared two poems, which are naturally good.
But compared with the three songs she has in her hands now, there is a big gap.
"Not as good as."
Haha, quite honest.
Qin Zhaoyue holds the treasure of China in his hands. If he dares to be stubborn, there will be only one result: a slap in the face.
"In that case, selling three poems for 100,000 taels isn't too much, right?"
Yinzhe was speechless, she had already guessed it.
One hundred thousand taels, that’s a really bold price.
However, if it were put outside, given the level of poetry, someone might buy it for 100,000 yuan.
To leave a name in history, wouldn't those literati who are seeking fame and reputation be fighting for it?
"Are you willing to give up such poetry?"
Qin Zhaoyue patted her belly nonchalantly and said, "It's okay, there's plenty in my belly."
Yinzhe: ...
"I cannot make the decision on this matter. I need to return to the palace and report to His Majesty for the final decision."
"Go ahead, go ahead. You are a captain of Xuanji Guards, but you wouldn't cheat me out of my poems without spending any money. I still have some trust in you."
Yinzhe was speechless and didn't say anything. He just disappeared.
After one stick of incense, we arrived at the imperial study.
Qin Minghuang recited the three poems over and over again silently, and only put them down after a long time.
"You said... this was written by Xiaoliu?"
"Yes."
"All of them?"
"That's right."
"Did she really write it?"
…
Yinzhe was not surprised, as he felt the same way.
The imperial study fell into silence.
After a long time, Qin Minghuang looked up and found that Yinzhe was looking at her with a very strange look.
"What's that look in your eyes?"
"Your Majesty also said that the Sixth Princess looks like me, but I think she looks more like Your Majesty."
She was absurd before she ascended the throne, but after she ascended the throne, she was a man of both civil and military talents, and she was in control of the country as a woman.
Qin Minghuang was speechless.
The evidence is right in front of us. Who in the world could write these three poems at the same time?
But...why is she so unwilling to admit it?
"Hmph, she's made some progress. She's taken the initiative to write poems and is willing to help the court."
The Northwestern Border Court is where the reserve corps is stationed all year round, and is also a place for troops to be stationed, horses to be raised, and recuperation to be provided.
Even if the border nobles cannot leave, they are still inextricably linked to the war in the north.
It is completely reasonable that he could write the last two poems under the influence of his surroundings.
As for the first poem, it can be said that it was inspired by the journey to Beijing.
After saying this, there was no response for a long time.
Looking up, Thirteenth Sister's eyes became more and more strange.
"Um... Your Majesty..."
Yinzhe sighed, His Majesty still lacked sufficient understanding of Xiaoliu.
"It's true that I offered it voluntarily, but... Xiaoliu asked for 100,000 taels."
"What!"
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