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

Who wrote the poem in Chapter 23?

It is widely rumored that the queen and queen are barren, so they have not given birth to any heirs in the palace for many years.

Zhao Wujiang's thoughts were surging, but after thinking about it, it was reasonable.

Queen Wang and Changsun Wuji belonged to the same faction. Gaozong Li Zhichu was suppressed when he ascended the throne. If he wanted to regain his power, he could not let Changsun Wuji or Queen Wang win the power.

In the early stage, Li Zhi couldn't suppress the eldest grandson Wuji, but it was very simple to suppress the queen, for example: don't touch her.

Zhao Wujiang exhaled slowly, followed by another mechanical voice in his mind.

【Ding!Congratulations to the host, you have completed the hidden mission: The Queen's Secret 1/5]

【Ding!Congratulations to the host for acquiring the skill: memory recall]

[Remark 1: Memories of the dead began to attack me]

[Remark 2: There is no cooling limit for skill activation, as long as the host can withstand it, even seven or eight times a night, four or five times at a time is okay (only the host died suddenly, and there is no backtracking memory)]

Zhao Wujiang sighed in his heart, and decided to speed up the pace of exploration to get the rewards later.

Having more skills is a good thing, but having too many skills doesn’t overwhelm you.

He was about to get out of bed, when out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a red-brown wooden box about 20 centimeters long under Empress Wang's embroidered pillow.

Putting it under his phoenix embroidered pillow, ordinary people can't find it at all... Zhao Wujiang thought, this probably also involves the secret of the queen.

He took the reddish-brown wooden box and found that it was locked.

Zhao Wujiang used the skill "Star Picker" previously rewarded by the system to investigate, and his face became weird.

He detected that there were many letters in the reddish-brown wooden box.

Home letter?

Or diary?

Just at this moment, a white and smooth slender hand reached in and pushed aside the bed curtain.

"Eunuch Zhao, come out, the Taiwei is gone..."

Zhao Wujiang pushed the wooden box back to its original place with sharp eyesight and quick hands, and then jumped off the bed.

"Eunuch Zhao heard everything just now?"

Queen Wang looked at Zhao Wujiang with gloomy eyes.

Does she want to kill me?
No, she won't kill me.But what did she mean by that?
Keep me silent?

Zhao Wujiang thought in his heart.

"Your Majesty, don't worry, I will definitely not reveal a word. If you break your promise, let me be a bad man again..."

"OK OK…"

Queen Wang interrupted Zhao Wujiang's words and did not let him continue.

"Eunuch Zhao... I'm a bit tired..."

Zhao Wujiang looked at Queen Wang, there was no majesty on her face, nor any bad emotions such as loss, but a faint smile on her face.

At this moment, the Empress Wang seems to have removed her disguise, her eyes seem to have a trace of water vapor, like... raindrops falling in a puddle of autumn water, causing circles of ripples...

It was getting dark, and the queen was sitting on the phoenix floor, not knowing what to think, but Zhao Wujiang seemed to feel a little bit of helplessness, disappointment, loneliness and resignation...

Maybe this is the Queen Wang, a woman in her twenties who lives in the deep palace...

Zhao Wujiang looked at the queen who was half-swallowed by the coming night, if he could win over this woman and kill the eldest grandson Wuji and replace her, Zhao Wujiang would be the one who would rule the country in the future!
"Miss."

Queen Wang raised her head in doubt, her eyes flickering faintly.

"What's wrong, Eunuch Zhao?"

"Your Majesty, do you like fireworks in the world?"

"Why does Eunuch Zhao ask like this... I like it..."

Queen Wang told the truth, Zhao Wujiang smiled and said: "Then little Zhao has a chance, I will take you to see it."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Wujiang closed the door and left.

"Take you to see..."

Empress Wang muttered Zhao Wujiang's words, and there was a little smile in her bright eyes.

The candle was flickering, and in front of her was a piece of letter paper, on which she was writing in juanjuan fonts.

After a long while, the pen stopped, and Queen Wang's expression became more tranquil.

She took out a wooden box, which was full of letters. She folded the letter papers neatly and put them in the wooden box.

……

at the same time.

Chang'an City, Cui's mansion.

The whole Cui Mansion is decorated with lanterns and festoons, and the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras in the mansion can be heard endlessly, and there is even the sound of pushing cups and changing lamps.

Today is the Gathering Gathering where the Cui Mansion entertains talented scholars from Chang'an, and the organizer is Cui Anshan who has participated in the poetry gathering in the harem.

As a veteran who had participated in the imperial examination, Cui Anshan gathered a group of children from rich families and heirs of famous families who were about to participate in the imperial examination.

After three rounds of drinking at the Juxian Club, everyone was drinking, and a young man surnamed Zhang stood up staggeringly:

"Drinking wine and writing poems Drinking wine and writing poems, the wine has been drunk, why not write a poem while expressing your emotions?"

Another person stood up, he was the eldest son of the owner of Zuixianglou, the largest restaurant in Chang'an City, surnamed Zhu.

He reeks of alcohol:
"Okay, brother Zhang is right, we should compose a poem.

All of you here are talented people, what's more, your talent is the sword of the champion, if you only drink and don't write poems, you will live up to your talent hahaha. "

"Who will come first? How about you start?" The child surnamed Zhang raised his glass and looked at the person who responded to him just now.

"Hehe, I can't do it, but Brother Cui, it's definitely possible."

The young man surnamed Zhu hiccupped, looked around the crowd with a smile, and said:
"All of you here have heard a poem that has been widely circulated in Chang'an City recently..."

Most people didn't understand for a while, but a few people understood what the young man surnamed Zhu said.

"Brother Zhu is talking about the poem that came out of the harem without a signature and who made it, the poem 'Yun Xiang's Clothes Hua Xiangrong...'"

"Yes, that's it.

Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful and beautiful, and the spring breeze is blowing.

If it wasn't for Qunyu Mountain, I would meet Yaotai under the moon. "

As soon as this poem came out, there was an uproar among the crowd. Recently, this poem has been widely spread among scholars.

As the imperial examination is about to be held recently, there are many talented scholars and beauties in the city. This poem is completely natural, unlike the poems of the world.

"The emperor is diligent in government affairs and rarely visits the harem. Naturally, few people pay attention to the news of the harem. This poem spreads quickly, but the author is still unknown."

The young man surnamed Zhu became more drunk and courageous.

He smiled, with a complacent look on his face, and said:

"But I learned that this poem was composed at the harem poetry meeting at that time, and...Brother Cui, it was there that day...

Is there anyone else in the harem who can surpass Brother Cui's talent?Obviously not, so where did the poem come from?

Guys, need I explain further? "

He picked up the wine bottle and pointed at Cui Anshan who was sitting on the main seat, laughed and said:

"Brother Cui, how long are you going to hide?"

The young man surnamed Zhu obviously meant that the poet was Cui Anshan.

(End of this chapter)