The power of women is highly respected

The Dali Temple Minister finally couldn't resist the gazes of the ministers around him, and walked to the Sixteenth Princess with difficulty, calling softly: "Your Highness!"

Yan Yu Ni looked at her coldly, nodded, and wanted to stand up.

However, she knelt for too long and staggered when she stood up.

The Dali Temple Minister lowered his head and pretended not to see it.

Yan Yu Ni also folded her hands on her belly, pretending nothing had happened, and said dignifiedly: "Let's go and see Lu Yun."

Damn it, I will never wear green clothes again, it's unlucky. Unlike her who was angry, the Dali Temple official followed her with fear.

Cathay Palace

The Queen changed into a purple dragon robe and sat on a chair, asking the Third Princess what she thought about this matter.

She replied that she was stupid and couldn't see clearly, so the Queen asked the Tenth Princess again.

After asking Old Ten, she turned her attention to her cubs.

Seventeen or eighteen was fine, as she was already fourteen or fifteen, but twenty-three was not okay, as she was only seven years old, and she was frightened to tears on the spot by the Queen's sinister eyes.

Yan Yuni, who was passing by Guotai Hall, heard it and laughed unscrupulously, thinking evilly: I hope I am not the only one who has a hard time tonight.

Is the intermission enough? Yan Yu Ni rolled up her sleeves and personally "served" Lu Yun to drink the medicine. Her movements were so rough that the Dali Temple Minister once suspected that this little ancestor wanted to kill her on the spot.

No way, isn't it said that the sixteenth princess is the most gentle and considerate? How come, her talent is fake, and her gentleness is also fake? Just as she was daydreaming, a cold voice penetrated her left ear and rushed straight into her mind. "What are you thinking about?"

Her brain froze and she subconsciously said what she was thinking. Yan Yu Ni sneered, "Wealthy? This Yan State is said to be wealthy. I dare to claim to be second, and no one dares to claim to be first."

So crazy? Lu Yun's eyes darkened, and she thought of the beauty in red. She made up her mind and asked her directly, "Does Your Highness know Li Bai?", regardless of the fact that they were on the road and had not yet arrived in front of the ministers.

I know, I know, how could I not know? She is my idol. I have imagined countless times traveling back to the Tang Dynasty to catch a glimpse of Li Du's beauty.

Yan Yu Ni raised her eyebrows, nodded, and motioned for her to continue.

"The moon shines brightly before my bed, I wonder if it is frost on the ground. I look up at the moon."

Yan Yu Ni smiled lightly and replied silently: I lowered my head and thought about my hometown.

Tsk tsk tsk, originally this was a poem I had in reserve, thinking that if I went to my fiefdom one day and suddenly wanted to go back to Fengcheng, I would recite this poem and ask the empress to have mercy on her.

Oh, Yan Yu Ni suddenly laughed, which made the woman who was reciting the poem very dissatisfied and continued to ask: "Your Highness, do you know Luo Binwang?"

Seeing her pause, Lu Yun's eyes lit up even more. "Luo Binwang wrote Ode to the Goose when he was seven years old. He was a true child prodigy."

It's not over yet. Since you want to fight me till death, I will accompany you to the end. Knowing that she would not do anything to harm Xiao Hong, Yan Yu Ni also wanted to let go and have a good time with her.

Silver moonlight, cold eyes, breeze blowing on face, red lips slightly opened: "I've heard of it"

"I have the honor of having heard of this man and his poems. I have not only heard of "Ode to the Goose" but also "Ode to the Cicada"."

"The cicadas are singing in the west, and the travelers in the south are filled with longing.

How can I bear the shadow of your black hair, and sing to your white-haired daughter?

Lu Zhongfei is difficult to get in, and the wind is loud and easy to sink.

No one believes in nobility, who can express my heart? "

The Dali Temple official, who had been pretending to be mute all the way, beat his chest and stamped his feet, saying, "Well, well ...

"Don't worry, Your Highness. Our Dali Temple never settles false cases and will not let you go to jail unjustly."

Imprisoned? Yan Yu Ni glanced at her and thought: You should leave that place to someone else, such as this new master.

Lu Yun didn't know why, but she felt uneasy when she was stared at like that.

The green leaves were swaying, the moonlight was dim, and she was panicking. She didn't understand the meaning of the poem that the sixteenth princess was reciting, but she could hear the murderous intent.

"Follow closely, Luyun." She was dressed in pink, opened her folding fan, and walked briskly.

But she, the plaintiff, seemed to feel guilty with every step she took.

The confidence revealed in the eyes of the person who noticed Lu Yun's condition made Yan Pingle, who was restless, feel at ease.

"My dear clan members, my lords, I was so surprised by this incident that I forgot to explain myself. I am ashamed to say that it was not until I heard what Miss Luyun said that I realized that everything was a misunderstanding."

As soon as the word "misunderstanding" came out, Lu Yun couldn't help but yelled, "No, it's not a misunderstanding, no! I left home when I was young and returned when I was old, but my accent has not changed and my hair has turned gray."

Yan Yu Ni stepped forward and continued, "Children meet each other without knowing each other, and ask the guest where he comes from with a smile."

"Yes, yes, yes, you stole it. You stole the poem from my poetry club."

Hearing the other party's confident tone, Yan Yuni laughed and said, "When did He Zhizhang become a member of your poetry club?" This celebrity is obviously not in this world, not in this world where women are dominant.

The funniest thing is that you actually asked me who He Zhizhang is?

Alas, how should I answer you? You have really left me with a big problem.

Didn't you say on the way that I stole other people's poems to trick the elders into doing things for me? Yan Yu Ni looked up at the person who was tricked by them and said respectfully, "I admire the poet. I admire his concern for the country and the people. I'm sure these elders have seen it."

As she wished, she saw tears in her eyes and Yan Yu Ni stretched out her hand to call Qingdai over.

Qingdai, who had disappeared for a while, walked forward with a dozen papers and knelt respectfully in front of the elder.

"What is this doing?"

Hearing the question from the prince, Yan Yu Ni smiled brightly, looked directly at the elder, and said softly: "Elder, didn't you say that you particularly admired this poet for being able to write such a wonderful poem?"

Hearing this, the old man nodded vigorously and looked at the pile of papers held up by Qingdai with gentle eyes.

"Sir, this poet may no longer be alive, but some of his works are still around. I originally wanted to present his original works to you, who devoted your life to the Yan State, but unfortunately, there are no original works in this world. I have no choice but to try my best to find his successor. The person who was lucky enough to see his poems said that she could recite them to me. How much I can remember depends entirely on myself."

At this point, Yan Yu Ni showed a guilty look at the right time, "Alas, I am stupid and only memorized 300 poems, and I only wrote these down."

"What Qingdai is holding up are some of the famous works of the great poet Du Fu."

The old man, with tears streaming down his face, carefully took the stack of paper and looked at it carefully. The handwriting was sharp and clear, and it was indeed written by His Highness the Sixteenth.

The dead lips slowly moved, and an old voice rang out in the hall, shaking the room.

"Climbing the Heights, Du Fu"

"The wind is strong and the sky is high, the monkeys are howling sadly, the water is clear and the sand is white, the birds are flying back..."

After finishing one poem, Lu Yun completely collapsed to the ground, her eyes became crazy, "No, it's not like that, she is fake, these poems were not written by her."

Yan Yu Ni smiled evilly, looking at the foolish man and said, "It is indeed not me. When did I say that I wrote this poem? When others asked me, I would either shake my head and keep silent to prevent others from offending those talented people; if I was asked too much, I would say that this was written by a master and I never claimed it as my own."

After saying this, she looked at the Hanlin scholar eagerly.

The other party felt a little embarrassed when she looked at him, and lowered his head and replied: "Your Highness, just speak frankly."

Yan Yu Ni: "Haha, I plan to print and distribute these masterpieces."

Print and distribute! Lu Yun's eyes went dark. Yes, sir, have you printed and distributed those poems?

Never.

Did this Lord ever say that he wrote these poems?

Never!

"The Emperor Arrives"