"The Empress is very much to my liking." The Emperor reached out and took the Empress's hand, which was resting on her knee. The Empress smiled gently at him.
Seeing the Emperor praise the Empress, the Imperial Noble Consort's face was filled with barely suppressed jealousy. Tonight, the Emperor praised that vile Consort Ning and the Empress, but didn't praise her at all. She was furious.
"Very well, then I will give you another topic, and you will compose poems again." The Emperor looked at Yun Qingran and Yun Xiyue.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Yun Qingran was not intimidated at all. She believed that no matter what topic the Emperor set, her charming and talented ancestors would have corresponding poems passed down to posterity.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Yun Xiyue lowered her head slightly, concealing the nervousness on her face. She wondered if the questions the Emperor had set would be of any use.
"You two should compose a frontier poem," the Emperor said.
In recent years, the world has been at peace with few wars, so frontier poetry has not been very popular. Moreover, noble ladies usually write poems about flowers and plants, not frontier poetry. This topic is considered tricky for them.
Several frontier poems immediately came to mind when Yun Qingran thought of them.
A look of panic crossed Yun Xiyue's face. Among the poems she had asked someone to write in advance, there were no frontier poems.
"Ranran, you go first." Yun Xiyue looked at Yun Qingran, "You were too kind to me in the last round, so don't be kind to me this round."
I can have time to think about what to do next, and I can also see how good Yun Qingran is.
“Since my cousin says so, then I won’t refuse.” Yun Qingran put her hands behind her back and began to recite, “Dark clouds press down on the city, threatening to crush it; armor gleams in the sun like golden scales. Horns sound throughout the autumn sky; the crimson of the frontier congeals into a deep purple at night. Half-furled red flags approach the Yi River; heavy frost silences the drums. To repay your kindness on the Golden Terrace, I will wield my jade dragon sword and die for you.”
Thank you, ancestors!
This poem uses vibrant and varied colors to depict a tragic and fierce battle scene, portraying the desolate frontier landscape and the ever-changing winds of war. In short, a masterpiece.
"Awesome!" Someone exclaimed in the silent hall.
"Cousin, it's your turn to make a fool of yourself." Yun Qingran said to Yun Xiyue with a slight smile.
Yun Qingran secretly rejoiced, but he's only brought trouble upon himself!
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