The Human Emperor

In the palace account, Taizheng can’t believe that this matter will be related to Song Wang.

"Are you talking about the letter that I let you burn?"

It’s too loud and silent, and it’s not angry.

"The maiden is forgiving, the slaves are not daring to burn it. The slaves can’t help it..."

"Get it!"

Curiosity has overcome everything. She has no intention at all to blame this palace girl for privately retaining the envelope of Song King.

And in the heart, too true and too big doubts. The seal of Song Wang, in her impression, should be to blame herself, but how can it be related to a poem? How is the poem?

Moreover, it is really awkward. This palace lady and nephew will forget, what are the old ladies?

These thoughts have made her mind more and more curious, and have been completely innocent to blame them.

The letter was quickly taken out, still intact, but the seal was gone.

Too really sitting in the palace account, this is the arrangement of the Holy Emperor and the master of heaven, no one can approach. Even the ladies and slaves, when they went to send clothes, snacks, and serve, were bowed their heads and could not look at them.

According to the Mr. Tianji’s statement, the only way to do this is to make it impossible for him to pass the robbery safely.

"Open the seal and read it for me!"

Too honest, I can't hear the expression.

"Yes, the goddess!"

The palace lady Xiaozhu of the burning workshop trembled, but she resisted the fear and pulled the letter from it. For a moment, all the maids, slaves, shackles, guards, and even the unsmiling old ladies in the room looked at them subconsciously.

In the past period of time, they have been more or less, only the scales of the claws have heard some fragments of this poem. But the true complete poem, no one has ever heard of it, just remember that the poem is extremely beautiful.

"Read it!"

Too real, with a hint of anger. She really couldn't understand. After the last letter accused her, Song Wang made another means to confuse her Yuzhen Palace.

"Yes!"

The bamboo in the workshop was given a deep breath and took a deep breath. At this moment, everyone felt her change.

The moment before, Xiaozhu was still trembling, full of fear. But the next moment, when she held the "poetry" in her hands, she suddenly calmed down, and the delicate face was full of light, revealing a touching gentleness, just like watching her own lover.

"Qingping tune!"

Xiaozhu read the poem name. Her voice is very crisp and soft, as if it trembles the heartstrings of the people, giving people a kind of tenderness that cannot be said.

"This is a Yuefu poem."

It’s too real to stay, I didn’t expect it to be a poem.

"It was originally called Qingping."

The surrounding palace ladies, slaves, and we are also a commotion. This is the first time they know the poetry. In the past, you passed me. I passed you. Because of the too ban, everyone dare not discuss it publicly, so no one knows what the name of this poem is.

Most of the ladies and slaves do not have much literacy, and the literary rumors are not high, so they can’t say what it means. I just think that there is a kind of elegant rhyme that can't be said.

"Continue to read!"

It’s too strange to be too embarrassed. Listening to this poem, it’s not like a curse.

"Cloud wants clothes to think about it!"

Xiaozhu’s voice is softer. This soft voice passed through the Jade Palace, as if it had an infinite magical power. All the palace ladies and slaves were quiet at once.

One by one, looking at the direction of the burning lady's palace, Xiaozhu, looking at the paper stationery in her hand, it is like losing the soul.

"Cloud wants clothes to think about it, it turns out that the cloud wants clothes to think of it!..."

This is the first time they heard the real content of the poem.

In the red palace account, it’s too true. It turned out that it was not "cloud to rain" nor "cloud like flower", but "cloud wants clothes to think about it."

At this moment, somewhere in my heart is like melting. Her poetry is much higher than these palace ladies and slaves.

So more and more can feel the charm and elegance of the poem, there is a faint lazy!

In the midst of it, it seems that there is a figure leaning against the scorpion. Under the moonlight night, lying lazily in the flowers, looking up at the colorful clouds on the top of the head, and the flowers on the side, thinking about the beauty in my heart. The woman expresses the taste of deep affection.

Although no one knows what the woman in his heart is, everyone must be beautiful and beautiful, with a graceful cloud and a beautiful flower.

It’s too long to stay.

Although these palace ladies have no poetry, there is a saying that they are right. This poem is really beautiful, much more beautiful than any poetry she has ever read.

"...the spring breeze reveals Huanqiang."

Xiaozhu read the next sentence. The Yujing Palace is more and more quiet. Even Jin Wuwei, who is in the corner of the palace, couldn’t help but sway.

"The cloud wants clothes to think about it, the spring breeze slams the bar, it's really beautiful..."

One by one, the slaves and the idiots can't speak. This is the first time they really know the content of the verse, which is even more beautiful than they imagined.

"If you don’t see the mountains, you can see..."

The third sentence was read, and the breathing in the palace account was a little bit rushed.

"It will be a meeting with Yaotai!"

The last sentence was read, and the entire Yuzhen Palace was quiet.

Spring breeze! Crossing the railing, vaguely seeing the beauty of the woman, how can there be such a beautiful woman in the world?

Did I stray into the group of Jade Mountain? Otherwise, it must be a fairy in Yaotai?

......

A poem is finished, and there is a strange charm in the Yuzheng Palace. Everyone is immersed in the beautiful mood of this poem, one by one, for a long time, no words, everyone is crazy.

Like the unsmiling old ladies, there is a strange gentleness on their faces. It is the memory of youth that has been spurred by this poem.

Although two spots, silver silk is full, but who has never been young? Who has never had a love affair?

Even if they are everyone's cold, unsmiling, and unfamiliar, they can feel the beautiful mood in this poem.

be quiet!

Very quiet!

It’s too true to sit in the red palace, and it feels like the heart is melting.

......

For a long time, everyone finally woke up from the mood of Qing Ping's words, one by one, secretly looking at the red palace account is too true.

Even if they don't know much about literacy, they don't know any poetry. They also know that this elegant and charming poem is a woman's praise.

This letter was sent to the King of Song Dynasty, so there is no doubt that the fairy who praised the poem in general, such a beautiful woman must be too true.

This is why everyone has been secretly looking at these days.

Although it is not too short to be in the palace, but because of the order of the Holy Emperor, in fact, not many people see her true.

There are many empresses and princesses in the palace. Everyone thought that this is too true, even if it is beautiful, it is similar to other empresses.

But after listening to this poem, everyone can't help but start a wave.

A woman who can make people so praised in the poem must not be ordinary beauty? She must be beautiful, as the poem says, like the fairy of Yaotai in the sky.

"no yet?"

The voice in the red palace account suddenly asked, with a hint of awe.

"Nothing."

Xiaozhu respectfully said.

In the palace account, I was quiet, too, sitting there, and there was a kind of loss that could not be said. Her heart suddenly became dysfunctional.

But no one has ever praised her like this, and she said so beautiful!

Just like a person's eyes can't see his face, it's too sincere. Although he knew that he was beautiful from an early age, he never knew how beautiful he was.

No one has ever said that she is so beautiful, so beautiful!

No one doesn't like others to say that they are beautiful, and that they are beautiful, too true.

"I really have such beauty?"

Too really awkward, suddenly some are not confident. The poem tells a woman that she is so beautiful and so beautiful that she is too sincere and suddenly she is not confident. Is the woman really herself?

Are you really so beautiful?

"Take the letter!"

Too really awkwardly said.

"Yes, the goddess."

Xiaozhu bent his waist and bowed his head, and respectfully sent the "Song" to the edge of the palace. Too really walked over, reached out and took over the "letter" of the Song King.

"Qingping verb "one"!"

But just took a look, too true, suddenly changed his face:

"Xiaozhu, why didn't you say that this is just one of them!

"what!"

Xiaozhu listened, and quickly slammed on the ground, trembling:

"The maiden is forgiving, the slave does not know, and the word is still to be read."

The red palace account came too, really looking at the first line of the stationery, next to the word "Qingping", there is indeed a "one".

In other words, the poem she saw was just one of them. In other words, there may be a Qing Ping tune two, Qing Ping tune three.

"Is there any other poem in the envelope?"

Too honest.

"No. Go back to the empress, there is only such a poem in the envelope that the slave saw!"

Xiaozhu’s body trembles, and the letter of the private lady is not a trivial matter.

"Forget it! I believe you don't dare to do this, go on! Everyone goes on!"

Too sighing and waving.

"Yes, the goddess!"

The people immediately lowered their heads and left. Just when I left, I couldn’t help but sneak into the red palace account.

This sissy, ... is it so beautiful?

Yuzhen Palace is quiet.

"The cloud wants clothes to think about it."

“The spring breeze stalks Revlon.”

"If you don't see the mountains, you can see."

"It will be a meeting with Yaotai."

"Really beautiful, beautiful..."

In the red palace account, it was too embarrassing, and a muttered to himself, the "new letter" of Song Wang was tightly attached to the body.

That poem melted her heart.

For Song Wang, the guest is rude to say that too true to him is really hateful to him. The royal prince repeatedly slandered himself, and led the group of ministers to jointly write a letter, strongly opposed her entering the palace, against her and the Holy Emperor.

Whatever he has done in the past, no matter how he hates him, how to deal with him in the future is no exaggeration. But I don't know why, looking at the letter, looking at the poem on the letter, the suffocating suffocation in the heart seems to have been dissolved in the invisible, and I can't even hate him.

How can a person who praises himself so much and loves himself hate it?

It’s just deep inside, it’s too real and there is another feeling that can’t be said.

Before Song Wang was so devastated to himself, the opposition was so powerful, why would you send this letter of praise to yourself now?

What does he want to do?

Thinking of this, it’s too complicated and complicated.

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