This girl cannot be touched!
"Your Majesty," Liang Qiuyu asked again, "What is hybrid rice?"
"I'm sleepy."
"Your Majesty, was this term proposed by an official from the Ministry of Agriculture?"
"Woman, do you want to be spanked?"
Liang Qiuyu secretly stuck out her tongue. It seemed that the tyrant emperor was not as scary as others said.
It's chubby and seems a bit cute.
Finding Liang Qiuyu still couldn't sleep, Baili Tang read her a poem:
"If life could always be like our first encounter, why would the autumn wind bring sorrow to the painted fan?
The minds of old friends change easily, yet they say that the minds of old friends change easily.
After the conversation at Mount Li, the night is half over, but I still cry and never complain even though the rain and the bell ring.
How about the unfaithful man in brocade clothes, who made a vow to be together forever? "
——Nalan Rongruo’s “Mulan Ci: A Farewell Poem in the Style of Ancient Poems to Send to Friends” in the Qing Dynasty.
A tyrant emperor can actually write poetry?
Liang Qiuyu, who came from a wealthy family, had been well-read since childhood. Although her ambition was to explore the vast world and she did not like flowery things, she also knew how to appreciate poetry.
After reciting it silently twice, Liang Qiuyu burst into tears.
Crying very loudly.
Especially: People change their minds easily, but they say that people's minds are easily changed.
Now that he has changed his mind so easily, you (Pang Hai) say that lovers are prone to changing their hearts.
Baili Tang was speechless. Such a beautiful poem, a little girl should be happy... Anyway, he only liked the line: "If only life could be as it was when we first met." He didn't feel much for the other lines.
"Don't cry anymore. At worst, I'll explain to you what hybrid rice is tomorrow."
“Really…really?”
"I...my word is as good as gold." I almost said it. If I lie to you, I'll be a puppy.
Outside, the conscientious Eunuch Yang had already ordered someone to memorize Baili Tang's poem. Bedtime talk shouldn't be memorized, but poetry must be. Eunuch Yang, who had little appreciation for poetry, surprisingly had tears welling up in his eyes.
Your Majesty has not written any poetry since the Queen passed away.
Although, in the past, only these eunuchs forced themselves to appreciate the poems written by His Majesty...
The next morning, Baili Tang was awakened by the heat.
Liang Qiuyu next to him was still asleep. Perhaps it was because she had experienced all sorts of ups and downs these days, and her nerves were frayed, so she was sleeping soundly at the moment.
After Baili Tang got out of bed, he twisted his body, bent over, and then did a squat.
Surprisingly!
Surprisingly!
I could hardly stand up!
Baili Tang patted his chubby belly in annoyance and vowed to reduce his belly fat within the next six months.
Then, he ate Liang Qiuyu clean.
Of course I have to take care of such a disaster.
And we should make a contribution to the stability and prosperity of this society.
If I don't go to hell, who will?
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