Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1965

Shen Siyuan worked overnight to prepare the developing solution.

Emperor Zhaowu looked at the original family letter and gradually the hidden content emerged.

It was a poem of an unknown tune.

The dim light shines on the lonely shadow, the first smoke darkens the railings. The wind blows the silk clothes, knowing the cool night, if I were to seek the blue bird to Pengshan. The window is half-closed, the remaining joy, the boat has passed the twelve ghost gates. It is difficult to ask the full moon about my worries, don't be afraid of the knife edge in the evening, the morning sun melts the snow and the cold.

Emperor Zhaowu read it three times but still couldn't understand what the word meant.

The flickering candlelight reflected his furrowed brow, and he couldn't help but wonder what Yunqi was doing at this time?

Is this so mysterious, just to hide a poem? Does the poem reveal anything, or is it just a game that the siblings often play?

It is even more obscure and difficult to decipher than the code in the military newspaper!

He read it three more times but still had no clue, so he called a group of trusted old officials to study it together overnight.

After the second watch, five officials in civilian clothes knelt silently on the golden brick floor of the warm room. Their clothes were still stained with cold dew and their hair was also stained with white frost.

These officials were once the staff of the emperor when he was in the palace, so there is no doubt that they are loyal.

"Everyone, stand up." Emperor Zhaowu pushed the letter to the table. "I called you here to appreciate a poem."

You wake someone up in the middle of the night to appreciate the poem? Your Majesty, you are so elegant!

Among them, Lord Zhu, who was slightly higher in rank, stepped forward and respectfully accepted the letter with both hands. He cleared his throat and began to read in a rhythmic manner, "The dim light illuminates my lonely shadow, the first smoke darkens the railings..."

As soon as the whole poem was finished and the last syllable had not yet fallen, a cry of admiration was heard in the warm room.

"Every word is precious!"

“The artistic conception is profound!”

"Your Majesty is a genius, and we, the subjects, are in awe of him!"

Several officials spontaneously bowed and praised, but secretly glanced at the throne out of the corner of their eyes.

They took it for granted that this must be a new work from the emperor's handwriting, so when else would they flatter him?

Emperor Zhaowu gently stroked the jade paperweight with his fingertips, and suddenly there was a soft "click" sound.

The pavilion suddenly fell silent.

Emperor Zhaowu remained calm and narrowed his eyes slightly. "Is it just the words that are good? Can't you see anything else?"

Cold sweat suddenly broke out on Lord Zhu's back.

He quickly came up with a solution and bowed, saying, "Your Majesty is a man of genius, and this poem is exquisite. How about..." He stole a glance at the emperor's expression, "How about I allow you to try to interpret its meaning first? By studying each sentence carefully, perhaps you can grasp the profound meaning of your majesty."

Emperor Zhaowu's eyes flickered slightly, and he took a cup of rain-soaked blue tea from the table and blew away the foam gently, "Okay."

Mr. Zhu then broke down the words word by word and analyzed their meaning.

A dying lamp reflects a lonely figure, and the mist at dawn wraps around the carved railings. The night wind blows my clothes, and I suddenly feel the chill of autumn, and I want to ask the blue bird to send a message to the fairy mountain of Penglai.

He also specifically explained, "Penglai Fairy Mountain should be the place that Your Majesty longs for in your heart."

Emperor Zhaowu did not answer him.

Official A was not willing to be outdone and immediately took over, "The second half of the poem says that when the warmth came out of the half-closed window, the bamboo boat had already sailed through twelve dangerous rapids. I wanted to entrust my hidden thoughts to the full moon in the sky, but I found it difficult."