Qin Zhaoyue sat at her desk and wrote furiously.
Although there is no study in the mansion, there are still fine writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstones.
He finished writing in no time and handed the three sheets of paper to Yin Zhe.
Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was strong; even a deep sleep couldn't dispel the lingering effects of the wine.
I asked the person rolling up the curtain, but they said the crabapple blossoms were still there.
Do you know, do you know?
It should be a scene of lush greenery and faded red blossoms.
Yin Zhe was stunned when he finished reading the words on the first sheet of paper.
She was the thirteenth princess of the previous generation, and she received a court education from a young age.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was a man of both literary and martial talents; one reading of this poem reveals its extraordinary nature.
No way...
She hid in the shadows when Suimo brought the gifts back to the Prime Minister's residence the day before yesterday.
"I am simply not good at calligraphy and painting, but Your Highness's poetry is simply superb."
"With just a slight move from me, the entire literary world will tremble, understand?"
Everyone present at the time didn't take it seriously; they just thought she was trying to save face.
Yin Zhe suppressed his turbulent emotions and turned to the next page.
Grapes and fine wine in a luminous cup, I long to drink, but the pipa urges me on.
Do not laugh at me, drunk and lying on the battlefield; how many have returned from ancient battles?
this!
Yin Zhe was dumbfounded.
The two poems are very different in style, and the latter is even a frontier poem.
It would be understandable if this poem were written by the eldest princess, after all, she once led troops in battle in the North.
But Qin Zhaoyue...
The first time I ever left Beijing was for disaster relief and flood control, which had nothing to do with the border regions.
How could she write this poem?
Yin Zhe's state of mind was somewhat unstable, and he turned to the third page.
In my drunken stupor, I pick up a lamp to examine my sword; in my dreams, I hear the bugles echoing through the camps.
Eight hundred miles of roasted meat are distributed among the troops, fifty strings of music resound beyond the border, and the autumn review of troops is held on the battlefield.
The horse gallops swiftly, the bowstring twangs like thunder.
Having accomplished the affairs of the emperor and the world, he won fame both before and after his death.
Poor thing, my hair has turned white!
Hidden in the shadows: !!!
It's about the frontier again, and the mood of this poem—how could a girl who's just over twenty and has never been on the battlefield write it?
Her breathing became rapid, and even her veil rose and fell with it.
Seeing this, Qin Zhaoyue slid forward, bent down, and craned her neck to look up, only to find nothing.
Even if someone at the Divine Martial Realm is momentarily shaken, their reaction speed is still far superior to Qin Zhaoyue's.
The instant she took a step forward, Yin Zhe had already taken a step back.
"Tsk...so stingy."
What a great opportunity! We've known each other for almost three months, and this is the first time I've seen her veil move, yet I still couldn't succeed.
The scene became somewhat awkward for a moment.
Yin Zhe's cheeks twitched; it was truly difficult to associate these three poems with the "naughty" princess before him.
After a long silence, he asked, "Your Highness, did you write these three poems?"
"Yes, that's right." His tone was incredibly self-righteous.
Of course, not all of it is fake.
Originally, it was said that "the horse Lu gallops swiftly," but in this world, there is no such name as Lu.
So they switched to Salu, a famous horse that has been renowned throughout history.
"Did you really write this?"
"Heh, why don't you find some great poets and see if they can write poems like this?"
That's where the strange thing is.
Yin Zhe could tell that these were poems that would be remembered for generations.
If someone could write such a work, they would never do so anonymously or as a ghostwriter.
"Your Highness, I would like to ask, how did you write your frontier poems?"
The first poem was alright; the Sixth Princess is truly talented in literature, and perhaps she can actually write something like it.
The second poem was fine, but the sentiment expressed in the third poem is so unbelievable that even a hermit like Yin Zhe could not believe it.
"After hearing my elder sister talk about things in the northern border, I had some thoughts, which I put into writing."
Yinzhe fell silent again.
This matter... can probably only be attributed to exceptional talent.
Qin Zhaoyue, hands on her hips, asked, "How do the poems you gave Helian Chaolu compare to mine?"
Even if one is unwilling to admit it, Yin Zhe cannot deny it.
Your Majesty has prepared two poems, which are certainly good.
But compared to the three songs she has at the moment, the difference is not small.
"Why not?"
Ha, that's honest enough.
Qin Zhaoyue holds a Chinese treasure in her hands. If she dares to be stubborn and refuse to admit it, there will only be one outcome: a slap in the face.
"In that case, selling three poems for 100,000 taels of silver isn't unreasonable, is it?"
Yin Zhe remained silent; she had already guessed it.
Ten thousand taels? That's a really bold price to ask for.
However, if it were posted outside, a poem of such high quality could fetch 100,000 yuan.
To have one's name recorded in history—wouldn't those fame-seeking literati be fighting tooth and nail for it?
"Are you willing to give away such poetry so easily?"
Qin Zhaoyue patted her belly nonchalantly, "It's okay, there's plenty of food in my belly."
Hidden Hibernation: ...
"I cannot make this decision myself; I must return to the palace and report to His Majesty for a personal decision."
"Go ahead, go ahead. As a commander of the Xuanji Guard, I wouldn't lie to you about my poems being free. I still have that much trust in you."
Yin Zhe was speechless and didn't reply at all; he simply disappeared.
After an incense stick has burned, in the Imperial Study.
Qin Minghuang silently recited the three poems over and over again, and only gently put them down after a long time.
"You're saying... this was written by Xiao Liu?"
"Yes."
"All of them?"
"That's right."
"Did she really write it?"
...
Hiding in seclusion is not unexpected; I myself feel the same way.
Silence fell over the imperial study.
After a long while, Qin Minghuang looked up and found that Yin Zhe's gaze was very strange.
"What kind of look is that?"
"His Majesty also said that the Sixth Princess looks like me, but I think she looks more like His Majesty."
She was absurd before ascending the throne, but became a woman of both literary and military talent afterward, and managed a great enterprise.
Qin Minghuang was speechless.
The evidence is right in front of us. Who in the world could write all three poems at the same time?
But... why is she so unwilling to admit it?
"Hmph, at least she's made some progress. She took the initiative to offer her poems, showing she knows how to share the burdens of the court."
The northwestern border region was a place where reserve troops were stationed year-round, and it also served as a place for soldiers to garrison, raise horses, and rest.
Even though the border nobles could not leave, they were still inextricably linked to the war in the north.
It is entirely reasonable that he could write the last two poems after being influenced by what he saw and heard.
As for the first poem, it can be said to be a reflection on the journey to Beijing.
After saying this, he received no response for a long time.
Looking up, Thirteen Sister's gaze became increasingly strange.
"Um... Your Majesty..."
Yin Zhe sighed. His Majesty still lacks sufficient understanding of Xiao Liu.
"It's true that he offered it voluntarily, but... Xiao Liu asked for 100,000 taels."
"What!"
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