The wives of the concubines are empresses

It was Shangguan Wanjun's turn again, and she hurriedly thought of the allusions and idioms about Han Xin.

"Crotch humiliation."

Bai Xuanyi, the noble husband of Emperor Wen, took over and said, "A peerless national talent."

Wu Huang Guifu - propaganda wind said: "A meal is worth a thousand gold."

Hao Guifu - Gao Zihao continued: "A last-ditch effort."

Ordinary Man - Qiu Chi: "Ambush from all sides."

Ordinary people - wish to: "Pull down the flag and change the banner."

Ordinary Man - Xiang Zhengqi: "A friendship as strong as gold and stone."

“Innovation is the key.”

The above are all four-character idioms related to Han Xin’s stories.

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Shangguan Wanjun found that the more she talked, the more excited her husbands became, and their brains seemed to become more flexible. Was she wrong?

She had to think quickly about what other games everyone could participate in, and everyone could sit down.

"We've already discussed this, let's change to something new. Does anyone have any better suggestions?"

After playing for a while, everyone understood the emperor's intention. On the one hand, it was to promote everyone's active participation and unity and friendship. On the other hand, it also involved watching a performance. As a result, after playing for a long time and watching nothing, the emperor couldn't help feeling a little bored.

The concubines all began to think hard, and seeing that no one could come up with a solution, Shangguan Wanjun spoke directly.

"Forget it, let's all perform, and we'll be randomly selected."

Yu Junfu-Lin Xueyu asked curiously: "Your Majesty, what does random selection mean?"

So he can be prepared.

Everyone looked at her curiously, but Shangguan Wanjun was trying to suppress a smile.

"For example, after the Emperor's husband performs, the concubine will be randomly selected, and then he will be the next to perform."

Everyone smiled knowingly. Sure enough, the emperor's brain was different from theirs. He kept coming up with one trick after another, and luckily they could all catch them.

Bai Xuanyi, the noble husband of Emperor Wen, asked tentatively, "How about I open a shop?"

"Okay, husband, you go first."

Everyone is used to the empress's occasional mischief in public, but still finds it quite entertaining.

"Okay, I will accept your offer."

He thought for a moment and then said, "Does poetry recitation count?"

"Yeah, but we do have to pursue recitation."

Concubine Yang - Hu Siyang and Concubine Han - Feng Jinghan smiled at each other. It has to be the emperor. He is direct and interesting, and he doesn't offend anyone.

"I, your humble servant, recite Liu Yuxi's Autumn Poem (Part 1):

Since ancient times, Fengqiu has been sad and lonely.

A crane soars above the clear sky, bringing poetry to the blue sky."

Wen Huang Guifu - Bai Xuanyi's voice is clear and round, pleasant and enjoyable to listen to. In addition to liking his handsome face and figure, Shangguan Wanjun also has a special liking for his voice.

Most of the concubines in her harem have good voices and first-class looks and figures. A few of them may not be so good-looking, but their good temperament makes people ignore their looks, and their temperament also adds points to their looks.

Shangguan Wanjun asked curiously, "Who do you want to order?"

Emperor Wen's noble husband, Bai Xuanyi, scanned the entire audience, and finally his gaze fell on his concubine, Lin Gongyu.

Everyone looked at him with sympathy, and even his concubine, Lin Gong, was surprised.

"I?"

Bai Xuanyi, the noble husband of Emperor Wen, smiled gently and nodded: "Yes, please!"

The concubine - Lin Gongyu wanted to cry. He didn't provoke the emperor's noble husband - Bai Xuanyi, so why did he choose him?

Yang's concubine, Hu Siyang, saw that he was about to cry, and hurriedly "added insult to injury" to urge him on.

"Hurry up, my dear husband. The fire is waiting for you."

The concubine of the state, Zhengzhou Xing, echoed: "Yes, and the concubine, are waiting."

He said to his wife, Lin Gong, "Why are you so anxious? I'm just thinking about it."

Damn, what's he doing?

"How about I recite poetry too?"

Shangguan Wanjun said hurriedly: "No, at least there should be one person between us."

With the concubine Lin Gong and looked at Shangguan Wanjun aggrievedly: "Your Majesty, you can't be so deceiving."

"It's okay if you don't perform. I'll postpone your chance to sleep with me for half a month."

The concubine - Lin Gongyu directly refused: "Ah, that won't work, then the minister should still perform."

It turns out that the emperor has bad intentions.

Shangguan Wanjun couldn't help but lower her eyes and smile: Humph, little guy, I can't deal with you.

After hearing this, the other princes felt more at ease.

Ran's side husband, Wang Ran, urged him to count: "Three."

Concubine Hua's husband, Tang Yihua, replied, "Two."

Concubine Wen's wife, Li Youwen, quickly replied, "One."

Angry, his concubine, Lin Gongyu, glared at him fiercely and said, "Believe it or not, I will call you later."

Wen Binfu-Li Youwen didn't say anything, he didn't want to be called out soon.

Shangguan Wanjun sighed softly: "Gongyu, have you thought it through?"

"My dear minister... please write a poem."

Upon hearing this, Shangguan Wanjun became interested.

"Wow, you can write poetry too! I'm all ears."

“There are people everywhere walking around, and if you look closely, they are all brothers.

I just keep looking at it, and when the show starts, I feel dizzy and dizzy."

Hu Siyang, Yang's concubine who is talented and capable, nodded slightly.

"At least it's progress."

Mr. Haogui - Gao Zihao said: "It feels a bit like a jingle."

Bai Xuanyi, the noble husband of Emperor Wen, asked curiously, "Who are you going to order?"

"Li Youwen, come on."

Li Youwen, the wife of Concubine Wen, frowned and complained: "No, my wife, you are really narrow-minded."

The side husband, Lin Gong, said proudly, "Stop talking nonsense, young man, and start your performance."

"Humph, just perform. Who doesn't know how to perform?"

He lowered his head and pursed his lips in thought, then his eyes lit up and he looked up.

"I have it. Can you get a clapper? I'll give it a try."

Shangguan Wanjun looked at Liu Cheng: "How long will it take?"

Liu Cheng smiled awkwardly: "It will take quite a while to go back and forth."

Shangguan Wanjun looked directly at Wenpin's husband, Li Youwen, and said, "Change it."

"what."

"Or you can use something else instead."

Li Youwen, the wife of Wen Bin, was surprised: "Can this decision-maker be replaced?"

"Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared."

Concubine Wen's wife, Li Youwen, frowned: "But I'm not prepared."

Shangguan Wanjun smiled and suggested, "Why don't you try beating the beat with your hands?"

Li Youwen, the wife of Concubine Wen, looked at her own hands and said, "Rely on it? ... Then I, your humble servant, will give it a try."

"It's Li Qingzhao's 'Summer Quatrains.'" He began to clap his hands to get a feel for it, then spoke solemnly:

"You will be a hero in life, and you will be a hero in death.

I still miss Xiang Yu, who refused to cross the Yangtze River. This is a patriotic poem written by the famous female poet Li Qingzhao.

There was a touch of patriotic sentiment in his recitation and singing, and Shangguan Wanjun expressed her satisfaction with this.

The attendants suddenly heard the sound of clapping. They looked up and found that it came from the main seat.

"Yes, you have made great progress compared to your husband and concubine Wen."

After all, these two people are playboys. Today they can compose poems and combine them with clapping, recitation and singing. Their brains are quite quick.

He didn't need anyone to urge him, he just looked at Shangguan Wanjun and said, "Your Majesty, you are next."

The concubines looked at him in shock: This Concubine Wen's wife, Li Youwen, is really bold.

Shangguan Wanjun hadn't expected him to choose her: "Okay, then I'll sing 'Song of Water Melody'."

"When will the bright moon appear? I raise my cup to ask the blue sky. I don't know what year it is in the palace in heaven..." Shangguan Wanjun's voice was melodious and a little sad, and the concubines listened attentively.