Chapter 784： Compared to scum

Compared with the two poems of Snow by Yun Dai, they lacked a lot of lonely, fresh and shocking charm.

To sum up, there is no emotion.

Zhao Yuanjing put down the paper and smiled lightly: "It's not bad."

Jin Yao pursed her lips and was a little disappointed to see his cold reaction.

Although she said she was self-effacing, she wrote these poems very seriously. I thought it would be appreciated by the emperor, who knows...

"If the emperor doesn't like it, go back and think about something new."

"Concubine Jing is too worried, I don't mean to dislike it." Zhao Yuanjing said calmly, "You are not in good health, so you should take care of yourself. Besides, this poem is good, maybe the empress dowager likes it."

Jin Yao smiled and said: "I heard that the emperor got a few good poems, and I like it very much. Why don't you let the concubine see it?"

"Do you really want to see?"

"The emperor, please complete it."

"Okay, let me show you one." Zhao Yuanjing had a flaunting mentality, and directly read a song written by Yun Dai, Ye Xue Zhi Xue Zhong, and heard the sound of bamboo.

Jin Yao felt ashamed of hearing this.

She blessed her body and said with a smile: "The concubine is talented and shallow, I don't know which poem was written by a scholar in the middle school of Korea? It feels like being on the scene."

Zhao Yuanjing said indifferently and casually: "It's not a bachelor's degree, but a little poem written by the queen."

Jin Yao was stunned.

She smiled and said: "The concubine body never knew that the empress woman had such talent."

With a smile in her eyes, Zhao Yuanjing said, "She is a person who is lazy on weekdays. Now he went to Ganquan Temple, but he calmed down and wrote some decent poems."

Jin Yao bit her lip and whispered: "The empress and her mother prayed for the people in Ganquan Temple. It was very hard work. She still has such talents, and she is really ashamed."

"Your poem is also good." Zhao Yuanjing said.

"It's too far behind the empress," said Jin Yao, "I want to go back and think about it again."

She bowed her knees and retreated, looking at her expression, she was obviously hit.

She has always been proud of her talent, but now she has been compared to a scum.

How not depressed.

Liu Dequan came over with a cup of tea and smiled: "The slave thinks that it is the best poem by the empress."

Zhao Yuanjing glanced at him and said indifferently: "If you want to please her, go to her and talk. She can't hear a hundred words here."

"Hey, what the minion said is the truth." Liu Dequan said with a smile, "but the imperial concubine is also very good. The minion looks at the imperial concubine and her complexion is much better than before. The Ouyang doctor who was invited by the Jin family is really amazing. It's almost a resurrection effect."

He is the closest and trusted minister around Zhao Yuanjing, and the master and servant often chat together. Many things, Liu Dequan knows more than others.

It's just that he speaks tightly and never speaks a word.

There were no other servants at this moment, so Zhao Yuanjing took a few words at will.

He looked down at a book and said casually: "Doctor Meng said that she will not live to be eighteen years old. I see that the Royal Doctor Ouyang is indeed a little capable, and it may give her a few more years."

"It can be said that the poison of the emperor is almost clear to him. It is a genius doctor." Liu Dequan admired.

Outside the door, Jin Yao looked pale and faltered.

She raised her hand to support the door frame and stabilized her body, but she couldn't help tears.

Seeing that she was too late, her servant girl followed up and was surprised when she saw her so, she hurriedly helped, and said, "Mother, are you uncomfortable again?"

"It's okay in this palace." Jin Yao shook her head.

"The lady said that the veil was lost here, did you find it?" the maid asked.

"Not looking for it." Jin Yao took a deep breath, "Go back to the palace."

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ps: The four poems by Yundai here are all ancient poems quoted. Jin Yao’s song was written randomly by myself. Don’t worry about it. It’s not the point, huh. The important thing is that the heroine must be the best.