If An Lingrong was reborn before the draft

"Good poem," they heard the voice before seeing the person. As the voice fell, everyone saw the emperor and Prince Guo coming together, "As expected, the literary talent of the noble Wan never disappoints me."

"I greet the Empress." Prince Guo politely bowed and greeted her. After standing up, he glanced at all the concubines. Concubine Xian was the most eye-catching.

Although her clothes and jewelry were not as elegant and luxurious as those of Concubine Hua, and her appearance was not as stunning as that of Concubine Wan, her tranquil temperament and fresh face always made Prince Guo unable to take his eyes off her.

"What a good thing that you don't compete with other flowers for beauty. There aren't many other things in the Forbidden City, except for these flowers, which are so numerous. It is this Forbidden City that has delayed your tranquility."

The emperor said it lightly, but it didn't sound so natural to people's ears.

When Zhen Huan heard this, she immediately knelt down and apologized. "Please forgive me, Your Majesty. I was just writing a poem for the lotus."

When everyone saw Zhen Huan apologizing, they immediately understood what they didn't understand. What did she mean by not competing with other flowers for beauty? She was comparing herself to lotus flowers, and other flowers to her. Not competing with other flowers for beauty means she doesn't want to compete with them for the emperor's favor, right?

Everyone had preconceived notions about Yong Hehua, so no one really thought about it in this way. After the emperor said this, everyone understood what she meant.

She actually felt disdainful. If she really didn't want to compete with them for the emperor's favor, then why bother? Wouldn't it be good to get married earlier? Not to mention that she had a younger sister at home. Who would believe such a pretext? Her sister was nearly ten years younger than her. When her sister grew up, the emperor might not choose a concubine for her, not to mention that her sister might not be selected.

It was just a pretext for himself to enter the palace.

"Oh, really? I was too suspicious. I thought Lady Wan was unwilling to compromise in my harem!"

The emperor's behavior really frightened Zhen Huan so much that she trembled inwardly. Her face turned pale, and she suppressed her fear and smiled and replied, "Your Majesty, you are joking. It is my concubine's blessing to be able to enter the palace and accompany Your Majesty."

Seeing the emperor waving his hand, Jin Xi immediately stepped forward and half-supported and half-dragged Zhen Huan to her seat. Liu Zhu also immediately served a cup of tea and asked Zhen Huan to take a sip to calm down.

Ling Rong on the side was watching Zhen Huan the whole time. Zhen Huan's poems were indeed a bit pretentious, but it was not necessary for the Emperor to lose face in front of so many people. Maybe something happened to the Zhen family!

"Go on!" The emperor gave an order, and the concubines had to cheer up and continue the game no matter how panicked they were. Of course, the others didn't have any literary talent to show off, and the poems they wrote were all mediocre, nothing outstanding.

Lingrong was also picked in the middle. She stood up and said to the emperor with a smile, "Your Majesty, I am not good at poetry and songs, so I will not make fun of you. I will punish myself by drinking three cups!"

Originally, the emperor wanted to just ignore it. The face of the favorite concubine is still worth some money, but there are always people who are looking for trouble.

"My Lady, we don't have to write poems or essays. I remember you can sing. How about you sing one?"

Concubine Chun's words stunned everyone. Most people were thinking how could you be so bold as to let a noble concubine of a country sing for you.

Of course, many people who are close to Zhen Huan don’t think so. Our Huan Huan made the emperor unhappy because she wrote a poem. Why can you stay out of it?

So many people echoed, "Yes, yes, I heard that Concubine Xian's singing voice is even better than that of Empress Chunyuan of the 7th."

"Yes, I've heard that the phrase lingering in the air is used to describe a beautiful singing voice, but when used to describe Concubine Xian's singing voice, this phrase is not even as good as hers!"

With just a few words, everyone put her in a difficult position. If she sang, it would be a loss of face, but if she didn't sing, it would be like destroying her reputation.

The Queen sat at the top and shook her head helplessly. She knew who this situation was aimed at, but it would be best for the Emperor to make the decision on the matter of Concubine Xian.