Yun Ruoyue rolled her eyes and said seriously: "The emperor has always preached the virtue of thrift. As The Princess of Li, I should set an example and put an end to waste. If you don't eat with me and I waste all the food, won't the emperor punish me? In order not to let the emperor punish me for wasting natural resources, you all sit down and eat with me. "
"Ah?" When the little maidservants heard this, they immediately sat down in fright.
Of course, they didn't want their princess to be punished.
"That's right. Come, let's eat together. Let's eat." After Yun Ruoyue finished speaking, she first pulled out a roasted chicken leg. She took a bite and tore the delicious and tender chicken leg with her mouth without caring about her image.
After swallowing the chicken leg, she couldn't help but wipe the corner of her mouth and exclaimed: "Wow, I haven't eaten such a delicious chicken leg for a long time. The skin is golden, the outside is crispy, and the inside is tender. It smells like honey. It tastes so soft and tender. My stomach is touched."
She said it for the poor original owner.
The original owner married into The Emperor of Li's house for half a year, but she really hasn't eaten such delicious food.
When the maidservants saw that their princess was eating happily, they couldn't help but pick up the food and eat.
Their lives were worse than their princess. Their princess hadn't eaten a chicken leg for half a year, but they rarely ate it in their lives.
So they all excitedly ate. After a while, the dining table became very lively.
When everyone got familiar with each other, there was no feeling of restraint.
Jiu 'er, as her name suggested, was particularly good at drinking. When she gave an order, several maidservants began to drink. While drinking, they also played drinking games.
When they played to their heart's content, they all became drunk and crazy.
Fung sighed: Feiyue Pavilion has never been so lively. Today was their happiest day.
Seeing everyone drinking so happily, Yun Ruoyue couldn't help but secretly drink a few cups.
Her alcohol tolerance was very low. After drinking a few cups, she was drunk and her body softly leaned on the table.
After a while, she was so drunk that her face was red and her body swayed.
Suddenly, she stood on the table and shouted to everyone, "How about I write a poem for you?"
"Wow, Empress, you can actually write poems?" Fung said in disbelief.
Before the age of ten, because of her beauty, the Empress was of great use to the Prime Minister Fu, so she received a very good education. Prime Minister Yun specially invited famous teachers to teach her the four arts of zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, as well as poetry and songs. He wanted to nurture her into a Wangfei or Empress.
Unfortunately, after she was disfigured, Yun Xiang gave up on her and never invited a famous teacher to teach her again.
She had also given up on herself and was unwilling to learn. As time passed, she naturally did not know anything. She had even forgotten everything that she had learned in the past, so how could she still write poems?
However, since Her Highness was so happy, Fung just let her be.
Yun Ruoyue thought for a moment, then muttered drunkenly, "To Carouse, how long is life? For example, the morning dew, the passing days are bitter. Generosity should be generosity, unforgettable sorrow, how can it be resolved? Only Du Kang, the Indigo Collar, lingered in my heart. But for you, I have pondered to this day … "
"Wow, good poem, good poem!" Fung and the others clapped their hands in amazement.
How did the Young Miss know how to write poems, and write them so well.
When Chu Xuanchen arrived at the Crimson Moon Pavilion, he saw this scene.
Yun Ruoyue was standing on the table, looking up at the sky. She held a jug of wine in her hand and was casually pouring wine into her mouth.
She took off her shoes and socks, revealing a pair of snow white feet that were delicate and cute. Every toe was as round as a grape, sparkling and translucent. A cool breeze blew her long hair, revealing her delicate and beautiful little face. She looked sad and melancholic, like a fairy that had fallen into the mortal world.
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