There was no sunlight outside in the afternoon.
The lights inside the Linde Hall were dazzling.
A bunch of troublemakers, I never expected it to turn out like this.
Chen Zhen was annoyed. She had been working on a poem for a long time, and she couldn't keep it up until the Double Ninth Festival next year.
Huan Yue didn't ask anyone to invite him; he came to get involved himself.
Chen Zhen stood to the side watching, and her face darkened as she watched the girl's hand fly white: "What are you doing?"
Huan Yue rolled his eyes at her: "What do you know? Let your sister-in-law see."
Wenmiao looked on with amusement: "Your Majesty, please make your decision."
Chen Zhen didn't dare say anything more, but she was determined to outdo Huan Yue.
Wen Miao remained silent. Qing'e was simply favored by the Emperor.
The eunuch presented the writings of Consort Huan to the Emperor.
After reading it, the emperor complained bitterly, "What is all this about?" He then ordered an official to show it to the King of Song.
King Song respectfully accepted it, and was delighted to read it. He shared it with everyone, saying, "No need for awkward praise: Qing'e's writing is simple and unadorned."
After reading it, Wen Zhongqing laughed and said, "This beginning is clearly good, but who knew that Qing'e would take the flowers to sell. Looking at it from the other side, the flower farmer is working hard under the moon with joy, and now he has a peaceful life and a happy career."
To put it simply, "I dream of a peaceful and prosperous world, and I'll wake up laughing in my sleep."
When it reached the hands of Grand Secretary Li Changling, he was delighted: "Qing'e's poem is truly beautiful in its imagery. The common people suffer, and to have meat to eat and new clothes to wear is the best life imaginable. To find poetic inspiration even while gazing at the moon is a source of spiritual satisfaction."
Cai Dexiang shook his head, saying that these beautiful flowers should be sold; however, it was a good thing that the flower grower truly appreciated them.
Flower growers, like farmers who want a good harvest, may want to sell their flowers for more money, but they rarely have the leisure to appreciate them.
Prince Peng asked, "How much does a bushel of salt cost now?"
Wenmiao replied, "The price varies depending on the type of salt, approximately one hundred and fifty to one hundred and eighty."
Wen Zhongqing laughed and said, "Buying meat and salt requires careful budgeting, but buying cloth will probably have to wait until another day."
Those who hadn't seen it became curious about Qing'e's poem.
The eunuch took it and read it aloud.
The moon has a graceful appearance, the chrysanthemums have a beautiful countenance, and the garden is full of red, orange, yellow, and green blossoms.
The old woman picked the flowers one by one, and will sell them for three hundred coins tomorrow.
I cut off two catties of meat from the East Market and bought half a dou of salt from the West Street.
Another day, I'll tear off eight feet of cloth; dreaming of the sage brings sweetness to my heart.
Bai Shen Ai sarcastically remarked: "Isn't this just a limerick?"
The old ancestor said, "You write one."
Some people wondered, "Why an old woman?"
Lady Shen said from behind, "I think this is quite good."
Her voice wasn't loud, so others couldn't hear her.
Now, turning back, he said, "You wouldn't want to cut down the garden flowers with Qing'e and sell them, would you?"
Zhu Shi laughed: "Your Majesty, that pot of chrysanthemums costs more than three taels of silver!"
Li Zhaorong chimed in, "Qing'e is about commoners, but if Sister Shen grows beautiful flowers, she can sell them for a good price."
Ms. Shen said, "I don't understand. I'd better grow some vegetables instead."
Huan Yue interjected, "Growing vegetables well is quite laborious, but it's also quite interesting."
Fang Jieyu laughed and said, "Qing'e, your persona has collapsed."
Huan Yue held his head with one hand and his heart with the other.
The harem was filled with joy. Although Lady Dong was not happy, everyone else was even happier.
Xing Cairen is in a particularly good mood today and even recited a poem. There's no need to learn from Qing'e.
Fang Jieyu was in a good mood and decided to join in.
Li Zhaorong laughed and said, "You are all talented, I just want to eat vegetables."
Qian Sha giggled, "Isn't Consort Zhaorong wealthy?"
Wu Meiren gestured to the green moth eating the vegetables, saying that her headache wouldn't stop her from eating.
The palace eunuchs presented all the poems from the inner palace to the emperor.
The Emperor is delighted; all the writing is excellent and will be rewarded!
Madam Ruan ate in the back. This was specially made for the Double Ninth Festival, and even the elderly can eat it.
Many people come just to freeload, wishing every day were the Double Ninth Festival. So when the eunuch arrived, Old Madam Ruan was stunned.
However, she quickly regained her composure, and leaning on her cane, she went to the front with a palace maid to pay her respects to His Majesty.
He told her to dispense with formalities and offered her a seat.
A palace maid had already placed a stool underneath, so they could chat comfortably.
If the elderly person is hard of hearing, then the palace maids or eunuchs will relay the message again.
Madam Ruan is not hard of hearing.
Huan Yue only realized Madam Ruan's identity while eating.
Although her marriage into the Xing family was not particularly successful, the Ruan family had been quite prominent and accomplished in the past.
Huan Yue thought to himself, "Old people all have stories to tell, not like the Li family, but the Ruan family's stories are quite remarkable."
By imperial grace, the old lady is granted the title of Lady of Anding County.
Xing Cairen came out excitedly to express her gratitude on behalf of her grandmother.
Looking at Xing today, she is still young, still has the appearance of her younger days, but with a different charm. I am moved and say: "Xing has been promoted to the rank of Beauty."
Xing Cairen, now Xing Meiren, was incredibly excited, yet her heart remained perfectly calm.
Don't overthink the emperor's favor; she'll naturally accept it, but she'll also have to fight for it.
It doesn't need to be many, but the harem is not peaceful yet. Having more initiative is important, whether for self-preservation or for advancing.
When Lady Huan needs help, she is always ready to lend a hand. Lady Huan truly needs everyone's support.
Consort Xing felt that instead of vying for favor, helping Consort Huan would probably please the Emperor even more.
Sitting on top, Dong stared at Xing, wanting to strangle her!
Lady Xing was unperturbed. Lady Dong, however, was probably worried about herself; she didn't even know when she would die.
Bai Shen'ai suddenly jumped over and asked Old Madam Ruan, "Are you a village woman?"
Judging from her attire, although she was clean, tidy, and had a certain air about her, how could she compare to the Grand Princess of Chu? Bai Shen'ai had extremely discerning taste.
In particular, Madam Ruan was not as well-maintained as the Grand Princess; instead, she was rough, simple, or even rustic.
Huan Yue interjected, "You can't even write a doggerel. Let the old lady write one for you to see."
Madam Ruan glanced at Qing'e, her eyes filled with surprise and amusement.
Madam Ruan understood. There was no need to be too humble and let a young girl look down on her. Besides, this momentum would also boost Xing Meiren's image.
Madam Ruan's body trembled!
Huan Yue took a cup and poured wine.
He glanced at her, then looked past Dong Shi and asked, "What is Qing'e up to now?"
What do you mean by that? Huan Yue said aggrievedly, "There's an old saying that one can compose a poem in seven steps, like 'Warm wine and slay Hua Xiong.' Old Madam Ruan, don't be in a hurry, the wine is still warm."
The old ancestor sat opposite and laughed.
People today complain to their ancestors: "This is disrespectful to elders."
The old man smiled and said, "When people get old, they become like old children. Qing'e is simple and honest."
Huan Yue said smugly, "My ancestors still love me the most."
Madam Ruan, in one go, composed a seven-character quatrain.
After watching it, he scolded Qing'e: "Look, this old general is worth two men."
Huan Yue was not afraid: "When I reach the same longevity as Madam Ruan, I too will be able to keep my ambitions high even in old age."
The female official offered the wine poured by Consort Huan to Old Madam Ruan.
Madam Ruan was delighted and expressed her gratitude.
Another elderly lady said, "The Lady of Anding County did not write many poems, but each one was profound."
Madam Ruan said modestly, "I am quite frivolous, please forgive my foolishness." However, "I live in the countryside and have a few acres of land. Occasionally, I sit by the wind and moon and have some thoughts. I cannot compare with you all."
Di Baose thought of something and looked at Guo Bing.
Many eyes drifted over Madam Xu.
Di Baose and Guo Bing chuckled to themselves.
However, even if the sage prefers this style, the blue moth is still different. Just like the Dong family in the past didn't have this style.
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