"Serve me brush and ink!" Su Quan finally became interested. Palace Attendant Shan quickly finished sharpening the brush and ink. She raised the brush and wrote down the "Ten Fragrances Courtyard Ci".
While she could not be considered a master of calligraphy, her words were still graceful and had a hint of heroism. There was also a hint of charm in the heroism. Palace Attendant Shan praised loudly at the side.
Su Quan had a sudden impulse. She did not put down the brush and wrote another poem. "In the palace, only the Zhao family's dowry is counted. The rain and clouds mislead the king. Only the moon knows the truth. I once saw a swallow fly into the sun. "
Palace Attendant Shan stilled and then reacted. "Your Highness' literary talent is much better than that Terijian of the Southern Dynasty. The other's words are vulgar. Your Highness' words are clearly more elegant."
"There's no need for you to flatter this consort. In terms of literary talent, how could us Khitan people compare to those people from the Southern Dynasty? However, poetry is only a minor Dao. Fighting on the battlefield is what us Khitan people are good at." Su Quan smiled. As she looked at the poem she had written, a heroic figure appeared in her mind.
"Your Highness is right." Palace Attendant Shan appeared to be enlightened.
"You can leave first." Su Quan clearly did not have the energy to waste with her here. She could not wait to return to Song Qingshu's embrace.
"Yes." Palace Attendant Shan respectfully retreated.
She had just left and closed the door when Su Quan impatiently took the poem she had written and leapt into the arms of Song Qingshu. "Song Lang, this is for you."
"For me?" Song Qingshu took it and read it. Unfortunately, he was not a person of the literary world. After reading for a long time, he could not tell if it was good or bad. "Speaking of which, I feel that the one written by the empress of the Song Dynasty is more interesting."
For men, the poem written by the empress of the Southern Song Dynasty was more interesting.
Su Quan immediately pouted. "This was written especially for you!"
"Written especially for me?" Song Qingshu picked up the poem and read it again. Unfortunately, he was still confused.
Looking at his confused expression, Su Quan knew that he didn't understand. She could only explain for him, "In 'In the palace, there is only the Zhao family,' there is the word 'Zhao', and there is also the 'only' in this sentence, and the 'one' here. This poem hides your name."
Song Qingshu said gloomily, "Zhao Weiyi is obviously not my name."
"Song Qingshu's name is too conspicuous. I don't dare to hide it directly in this poem. It's easy for others to see through it." Su Quan was equally depressed. "I don't care. Anyway, you're Zhao Weiyi now."
"Alright, alright, alright. Zhao Weiyi will be Zhao Weiyi." Song Qingshu also understood that it was too risky to hide his real name here. If he was not careful, the situation that Su Quan had worked so hard to open up here would go down the drain.
In the next few days, Song Qingshu often protected Shen Bijun during the day and went to find Su Quan in the middle of the night. It could be said that he lived like a god.
On this day, Shen Bijun was chatting with him. Suddenly, Song Qingshu's expression changed. He gave Shen Bijun a look and then stood up respectfully, as if he was a serious actor receiving instructions from his concubine.
Shen Bijun was stunned at first, but when she saw a large group of guards walking in, she suddenly understood.
When she saw that the leader was actually Xiao Eleventh Lang, Shen Bijun's expression changed. Thinking that the other party was coming for her, she subconsciously took a step back. "What do you want?"
Xiao Eleventh Lang looked at her deeply. Obviously, he was still holding a grudge against the other party for rejecting him last time. However, in front of so many guards, it was naturally not convenient for him to show anything.
He glanced at Shen Bijun, then suddenly turned his eyes to Song Qingshu. He waved his hand and said sternly, "Take him down!"
Song Qingshu immediately froze. He had been standing to the side, planning to watch a melodramatic drama. Who knew that Xiao Eleventh Lang would actually turn his target to him?
While he was still in a daze, the surrounding guards had already drawn their blades and surrounded him.
Song Qingshu was still able to remain calm, but Shen Bijun's face had already turned pale. She subconsciously thought that her relationship with him had been exposed. But now, he was her only hope. She hurriedly asked, "Xiao Eleventh Lang, what is the meaning of this?"
Many of the guards present sized up the two of them in surprise. From her tone, it seemed that the relationship between the two of them was a bit unusual. However, everyone in the palace was shrewd, so no one said anything.
"Reporting to Your Highness, Zhao Weiyi is involved in promiscuity in the harem, so he needs to be thrown into prison for investigation," Xiao Eleventh Lang explained.
"Promiscuity in the harem?" Shen Bijun's pretty face immediately flushed. She thought he was talking about her and couldn't help but feel embarrassed and angry. "Nonsense."
Xiao Eleventh Lang saw her expression and knew she had misunderstood. He hesitated and then walked over to tell her in a low voice, "Someone reported that Zhao Weiyi has been going in and out of the Empress's palace recently."
"Ah?" Shen Bijun was instantly dumbfounded. She had never thought that Zhao Weiyi would have any relationship with the Empress.
The two of them spoke softly, but how could it escape Song Qingshu's eyes and ears? He was secretly shocked. How had his relationship with Su Quan been exposed? He knew very well that he had been very careful every time he went to her chambers and had never been discovered by anyone. With his martial arts, if he couldn't even be sure of this, he could buy a piece of tofu and kill himself.
At this time, in the royal study, Yelu Hongji was looking with a dark expression at the "Poetry of Shixiang Court" in his hand. He naturally recognized this was the Empress' notebook. The ambiguous pink words in it were so eye-piercing.
The more Yelu Hongji read, the angrier he became. He was so angry that he threw the paper in his hand to the ground and glared at Palace Maid Shan who was kneeling on the ground. "Speak, what is going on?"
No man could bear the humiliation of being deceived. The more he doted on the Empress, the stronger this anger was.
Palace Maid Shan knelt on the ground and trembled. "I dare not lie to Your Majesty. Yesterday, Zhao Weiyi said that Empress Yide ordered him to play the zither. At that time, the Empress made ten pieces of "Hui Xin Courtyard" and ordered Zhao Weiyi to play the zither. "
"From morning to night, the Empress looked under the curtain and played the zither with Zhao Weiyi through the curtain. At night, she ordered the candles to be lit and Zhao Weiyi to take off his official robes. He wore a green scarf, a gold cloth, a narrow sleeved purple gown, and black boots with beads. "
Hearing this, Yelu Hongji's eyes twitched. Clearly, thinking of his wife asking another man to take off her clothes in front of him, he felt as if there was a grassland on his head.
Palace Maid Shan glanced at him quietly and continued, "The Empress wore a purple and gold phoenix gown, an apricot and gold skirt, a hundred treasure flower hairpin, and red phoenix flower boots. She ordered Zhao Weiyi to set up the inner tent again and play the pipa with her."
She said it in such detail that even every detail was restored clearly. This made Yelu Hongji feel as if he was there, but no man would want this kind of feeling.
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