Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 11 Wu Meiniang's Troubles
"Harem poetry meeting?" Zhao Wujiang was puzzled.

"It's the poetry writing conference held regularly in the harem. I have been ranked last three times in a row. I didn't want to participate, but the Queen insisted on sending someone to invite me. Alas..."

"The empress is both talented and beautiful, and she is very knowledgeable, how can she be at the bottom?"

Wu Meiniang sighed and said, "It's not that I compose poems myself, but each palace needs to send a representative to participate in the poetry competition.
Many talented people were invited to compete in other palaces.

The palace is deserted, so naturally it is not my opponent. "

Hearing this, Zhao Wujiang didn't rush to answer Wu Meiniang.

He pinched his fingers, the time for the silver needle to relieve the pain had come, and now it was time to pull out the silver needle.

Silver needles should not be inserted into acupuncture points for too long, otherwise it is easy to cause bulges.

"Your Majesty, Xiao Zhao pulls out the silver needle first."

Zhao Wujiang slowly drew out the silver needle, and with the withdrawal of the silver needle, Wu Meiniang felt a slight spasm in her waist and abdomen.

She only felt that something was brought out along with the withdrawal of the silver needle, and she felt much more comfortable physically and mentally.

Zhao Wujiang put the silver needle on the card cloth by himself, and said casually: "Actually, it's not difficult to write a poem, just say no."

"Bullshit?"

Wu Meiniang scolded angrily: "You little eunuch, what you said is simple, why don't you tell me something nonsense?"

Zhao Wujiang laughed inwardly, my nine-year compulsory education was for nothing.

Immediately said casually: "For example, when I was a child, I visited the mountains with my parents. It was 'the sound of apes on both sides of the strait can't stop, and the light boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains.'"

Wu Meiniang originally wanted to tease Zhao Wujiang, but when Zhao Wujiang blurted out these two lines of poetry, Wu Meiniang sat up abruptly.

At this moment, the rosy glow on her face has not faded, her cheeks are flushed, but she looks at Zhao Wujiang expectantly with bright eyes:
"The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying. The light boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains. Little Zhao, can you say a few more words?"

"what?"

"Oh, what, let's do this, don't feel pressured, I will give you half a stick of incense time, if you can compose a poem, and the battle is neat, then I will let you participate in the poetry meeting on behalf of Zhaoyi Palace, and everything will come true There will be a lot of rewards afterwards."

Uh……

I didn't say I was going.

Zhao Wujiang thought to himself.

But seeing Wu Meiniang grabbing her arm excitedly.

Could it be that the poem was really so important to her?

Then if he gets it right, he will completely join Wu Meiniang's camp in the future.

"Hey, I don't need half a stick of incense."

Zhao Wujiang spoke loudly without taking a breath:
"How deep is the courtyard?

Willow piles of smoke, there are no multiple curtains.

The Yule Carving Saddle Youye place, the height of the building is not as high as Zhangtai Road.

The rain crosses the wind and the wind is violent in March, and the door covers the dusk, no plan to stay in spring.

Tears asked Huahua not to speak, Luanhong flew across the swing. "

"How deep is the courtyard..."

Wu Meiniang murmured softly, she was shocked at the moment, but it was more of a complex expression that her bosom friend was right in front of her eyes.

Zhao Wujiang recited poems in cadence, the kind of mourning in the boudoir, the loneliness and loneliness of a woman staying alone in an empty room rushed to her face.

Wu Meiniang opened her mouth slightly, her heart beat faster, she put her hands on her chest, and looked at Zhao Wujiang.

The one who understands me is actually him... Wu Meiniang's mood is hard to calm down. At this moment, she forgets about all the poems and competitions, and an emotion that can be expressed and understood from the bottom of her heart surges in her heart.

She stared blankly at Zhao Wujiang, this little eunuch looks handsome, especially at this moment he has a special aura all over his body.

"Miss?"

Wu Meiniang came to her senses, her exquisite face was stained with a touch of pink, she brushed her hair, looking a little uncomfortable.

She coughed lightly and said in a deep voice:
"I'm very surprised. I didn't expect you to have such a talent, little Zhao. Well, you will represent Zhaoyi Palace this time when you participate in the poetry meeting. After an hour, you will drive with me to Qunfang Garden to participate in the poetry meeting. Bengong Change your clothes first, you wait for me outside."

Zhao Wujiang shrugged, looking at Wu Meiniang's graceful back behind the screen, he exited the room and closed the door.

...

Outside the bedroom.

"Qing'er."

"Ok?"

Zhao Wujiang was bored waiting, so he asked Qing'er to relieve his boredom, "What do you usually like to do?"

"Eat!" Qing'er mumbled, her cheeks bulging, motionless.

I can see it...Zhao Wujiang sighed in his heart, and asked again: "What do you usually like, my lady?"

"Eat!"

"I'm asking about the empress!"

"It's just eating!" Qing'er pouted and said after thinking for a while.

"Okay..." Zhao Wujiang held his forehead and asked again: "Then what else do you like besides eating?"

"And...fireworks...um...shuttlecock kicking..."

"Fireworks? Shuttlecock kicking?"

"Yeah, hehe, you don't know that." Qing'er giggled, and continued: "Every year during the Lantern Festival, the empress always likes to watch the lanterns, but every time she sighs that there are no fireworks.

Also, the empress liked kicking shuttlecock before she fell ill, and she always asked me to play shuttlecock with her, but I didn't know how to kick shuttlecock at all. "

Qing'er pouted, picked up another sugar pill, put it in her mouth, and tasted it happily.

Zhao Wujiang silently kept Wu Meiniang's preferences in his heart, hoping to use them in the future.

"Qing'er, come in and help me change clothes."

Qing'er enters the room in response.

Sitting on the stone steps, Zhao Wujiang could faintly hear the voices of Yingying Yanyan inside.

Another half an hour later, the door was opened, and two figures walked out.

Zhao Wujiang was just about to complain that women are troublesome, when he saw a figure in front of him.

At this time, Wu Meiniang was wearing a sky blue long dress and a glass jade hairpin on her head. Her exquisite and beautiful face was only lightly made up, and a little lacquer unique to Tang makeup was dotted on her forehead.

Elegant and luxurious yet elegant and tranquil, with a slight smile on the corner of her mouth and deep autumn water in her eyes, Wu Meiniang at this moment is like a fairy walking out of a painting.

"My lady is so beautiful."

Wu Meiniang nodded, smiled lightly, and suddenly became charming.

"It's just your sweet talk, let's go, little Zhao, and follow me to the poetry meeting. Today is up to you!"

(End of this chapter)