"Your Majesty has arrived -" As the eunuch's voice sounded in the hall, all civil and military officials stood up.
The emperor was in high spirits and in a radiant mental state. He looked as if he had suddenly become ten years younger. He looked a bit like a middle-aged handsome uncle.
"Everyone loves you."
He sat down at the highest point. On his right was the queen in formal robes. The seat on the left was empty and was originally reserved for the queen mother.
Then came the gift-giving part. Thinking of the small mirror that Juan Juan picked up from nowhere, Mrs. Lin sweated for her.
But fortunately, the main event is not on them right now.
The fifth princess, who had always been taciturn in previous years, seemed very excited today for some reason. After the prince delivered the gift, she stood up directly, holding a long wooden box in both hands.
"Father, this is the nine-dragon bead that my son has been embroidering for three months. I wish the Jiang Kingdom peace and prosperity and long life."
After saying these words, the fifth princess was so excited that her face turned red.
The emperor looked at his daughter, who had always been reserved, with some surprise, and told Eunuch Huang, "Bring it here and let me have a look."
The fifth princess handed over the box in her hand, lowered her head shyly, and said in a soft voice, "The poem above was written by my son for my father. I hope my father likes it."
The emperor raised his eyebrows, and then opened the embroidery picture. The embroidery was indeed good. The exquisite lines and delicate embroidery work blended together, making every flower and grass lifelike. The golden dragon was domineering and soaring on the auspicious clouds.
He looked down and saw the two lines of small words at the end. He was even more delighted, and the praise and appreciation in his eyes were beyond words.
"Okay! I like this gift! Xinran is really thoughtful. This poem is very good. Xinran has grown up and is as talented as any man..."
By the way, the emperor also praised her mother-in-law and praised her for teaching the fifth princess well.
The two people in the palace who had never been taken seriously were so excited that their eyes were red, especially the fifth princess.
This was the first time that his father called her by her name. In the past, he would just call her Xiao Wu.
After thanking her, she glanced at the third princess gratefully. If the third princess had not selflessly given her the poem she had written, she would not have received such praise from her father today.
The fifth princess knew that the poem seemed to be the icing on the cake, but in fact it was much more important than her embroidery.
Every year she presented her own embroidery to her father, but only this year she was praised. The difference was that this time she embroidered that little line of poetry at the end.
Underneath, everyone has different expressions.
A young man in fine clothes looked back disdainfully.
Even any bad poem can be praised by the emperor. What he will send later is the real quatrain of the ages, which is guaranteed to amaze everyone present!
Thinking of this, he lowered his head and asked the girl next to him, "Wouldn't the fifth princess's poem be better than mine?"
Sun Leyao didn't know what the fifth princess wrote. She chose a poem that was most suitable for Mr. Zhao's birthday. So what if the fifth princess wrote it well? Can it be compared to the five thousand years of inheritance in China?
So she shook her head confidently, "It's impossible."
Young Master Zhao seemed to have seen the scene where he would astonish everyone with his skills and everyone present would be stunned.
The Ninth Princess was a little surprised at first, but she felt relieved after seeing the eye contact between the Fifth Princess and the Third Princess.
She originally wanted to kill the third princess with a borrowed knife, but she didn't expect that this man was quite vigilant. After picking up the book of poems, he pushed the fifth princess out instead of using it for himself.
If it works out, the fifth princess owes her a favor and will be tied to her from now on. If it doesn't work out, she has nothing to lose.
It's just that the fifth princess will be a little miserable later.
Jiang Yuesheng was glad in her heart. Fortunately, she read The Legend of Zhen Huan several times in bed before crossing over. Otherwise, she really couldn't beat the third princess.
The part of the prince's gift presentation has passed. Of course, the emperor's favorite gift is the gift from the fifth princess. Look at the gift he put in his hand and looked at it over and over again.
There are the best and there are the worst. He didn't even look at the gift given by the Sixth Prince before letting it be taken away. He just had the words "I don't like it" carved on his face.
Next, came the ministers.
Finally, Mrs. Lin went to the warehouse to find a pair of precious calligraphy and paintings made by calligraphers a hundred years ago. It was not the most precious among a kind of minister, but was considered to be above average.
She finally breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the emperor's satisfied look. Then, she heard the soft and confused voice of the little guy next to her, "Mother, when will Juan Juan give the emperor a gift?"
The big stone that Lin had just put down was lifted up again.
Oops, I forgot about this.
While she was racking her brains to think of how to respond, something happened in the main hall.
I saw Zhao Pengcheng, the eldest son of the Zhao family, standing up with a confident face, holding a fan and shaking his head.
"Your Majesty, the common man is Zhao Pengcheng, the eldest son of the Zhao family. When he saw this happy scene just now, he was filled with emotion. He got inspiration in his mind and wanted to write a poem for your Majesty."
Seeing that he was from the Zhao family, the smile in the emperor's eyes dimmed, but he still gave the Zhao family face.
He looked up calmly, "Oh? What kind of poem is it?"
Zhao Pengcheng did not read out the poem immediately. Instead, he came out of his seat and walked to the entrance of the hall.
Everyone was confused by his movements. Even the Zhao family didn't understand what he was up to.
Only Zhao Lide smiled proudly and looked at Yu Xiheng across from him provocatively.
After today, his grandson's reputation will spread all over the country.
After Zhao Pengcheng stood still, he flicked his fan coolly and said, "Your Majesty, ordinary people want to write this poem in seven steps, just to make your Majesty smile. I hope your Majesty will do it."
There was an uproar in the hall, and everyone was whispering to each other.
How confident you are in yourself that you can ask yourself to write a poem in seven steps in front of His Majesty.
The emperor also became interested, leaned forward, and asked him, "Do I have to pause during these seven steps?"
Zhao Pengcheng shook his head confidently, "Reply to Your Majesty, no need to pause."
While everyone was shocked by his courage, only Juan Juan looked at this scene with a normal expression.
Composing a poem in seven steps, this was how the fake daughter was in her previous life. As soon as the banquet was over, her talent and fame spread throughout the world.
The emperor waved his hand with interest, "In that case, let's get started."
Zhao Pengcheng nodded, then lightly fanned himself, took the first step, and uttered a sentence at the same time.
"The heaven protects you, and the hole is solid..."
The emperor was surprised and glanced at Zhao Lide, who was full of pride.
Unexpectedly, a good bamboo shoot grew out of this bad bamboo.
Zhao Lide took the second step and spit out a poem in the same way, "Heaven Bao Ding Er, Bi Er Jian Gu..."
The emperor's originally relaxed brows slowly gathered together, and he glanced suspiciously at Zhao Pengcheng, who was waving his fan and reciting poetry.
Strange, why does it sound more familiar to me the more I listen to it?
