The Drunkenness of the White Fox Lying in the Arms of Two Kings

Yuhu rubbed his eyes, took a breath and sat up, and saw that there was an extra quilt on his body, which he thought was put on by the maid.

Yuhu got up and walked to the table, took the stack of written rice paper in his hand, saw that there was another sheet dropped beside it, so he inserted that one in,

Yuhu didn't know which of these poems was the best. After all, he had to choose a good one before he could practice it. It would be better to discuss it with someone.

But it was getting late at this time, who to look for?The first thing Yuhu thought of was Ling Xuan, but he was also the first to deny it. If he asked that guy, he would definitely laugh at him. Yuhu thought that Ling Xuan's younger sister, Princess Anyang, seemed very talented, and she was in the palace, so she didn't have to worry about it. After a lot of trouble, Yuhu changed his clothes and walked to Princess Anyang's bedroom.

This Princess Anyang is Ling Xuan's younger sister. She has been fond of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child, and she is especially accomplished in poetry.

Seeing that it was Yuhu, the palace maids outside rushed in to report, and invited them to meet each other after a while. As soon as Yuhu entered the door, she saw Anyang in a skirt.

Anyang stepped forward and saluted, and said: "Uncle is polite, I wonder if uncle can find Anyang at such a late hour?"

"Excuse me, excuse me, I came this time to ask you to do me a favor." Yuhu sat down on a round stool beside him after speaking, and Anyang also sat beside Yuhu.

"Uncle, you are being polite. If there is anything Anyang can do, Anyang will do his best." Anyang nodded and said.

"Hehe, it's actually not a big deal." Yuhu took out the stack of papers from his cuff after finishing speaking, and said, "I want you to choose the best poem among these poems."

Anyang took the stack of papers and flipped through them. The first few pages were full of birthday greetings, nothing new, but when he saw the last sheet, Anyang blushed. This... How could there be such words? What would she say as a big girl with yellow flowers.

Seeing that Anyang's face was flushed red, Yuhu looked at the poem in his hand and kept blinking. Yuhu was overjoyed. It seems that this poem must be super good. Even people like Anyang who have been studying since childhood were amazed. into this.

"Cough cough..." Yuhu coughed, took the poem and read: "In the middle of the night, spring-night..." Although Yuhu could read, he didn't understand the meaning of the text.

"Ah...you don't need to read the emperor's uncle, it's very good..." Anyang forced a smile, he really couldn't do anything about this emperor's uncle.

"Do you really think this poem is the best?" Yuhu wanted to confirm again.

"It's very good." Anyang said with a light smile, and asked with some concern: "Does Uncle want to give this poem to Slim Beauty?"

"Ah?" Yuhu didn't quite understand what "My Fair Lady" meant, but it was always right to give it away, so she nodded.

"That's good." Anyang felt relieved now, it would be fine if this poem is given to the woman he likes.

"Then I'll go first, thank you very much." After Yuhu finished speaking, he stuffed the stack of papers back into his sleeves, turned and left Anyang's palace.

"Ah... Uncle Huang, let's go." The corners of Anyang's mouth twitched. I really don't know which girl wants to read that poem, but the poem is very neat despite the content of the poem. It looks like it was written by the emperor's uncle, so who would write it for him?Anyang couldn't figure it out, so he gave up.

Yuhu happily returned to his bedroom, and after changing his clothes at night, he sat by the bed. Verses look.

"What's so happy about your lord?" The palace lady raised her head and asked.

"Hehe, I want to write this poem to the emperor at the emperor's birthday banquet, how about it?" After finishing speaking, Yuhu showed the poem to the palace lady.

"Oh, my master, I don't know about this poem, but the servant has her own idea, I don't know if I should say it or not." The eldest palace lady hesitated and said.

"Speak." Yuhu put the piece of paper on the bed and asked the grand lady.

"Every year, many officials write poems for the emperor, and the emperor reads them all if he wants to. There is nothing new. Why don't the prince sing this poem for the emperor on the stage, which will definitely impress the emperor." said with a smile.

"Sing it? But how can I do it?" Yuhu frowned and said.

"Don't worry about this master, there is a team of musicians in the palace, not to mention arranging music, even choreographing is not difficult." The maid said as she wiped Yuhu's two feet dry.

"That's a good idea, I'll go tomorrow, hehe." Yuhu said lying on the bed, and asked the palace lady to bring the poem back to the case.

"Okay, then, my lord, you can take a good rest." The eldest palace lady tucked up the quilt for Yuhu, and the two surrounding maids lit incense and retreated together with the eldest palace lady.

Next day

Yuhu woke up early today, wanting to visit the group of musicians that the court lady told her about yesterday, unexpectedly ran into Ling Xuan just as she walked to the Imperial Garden.

Seeing Yuhu, Ling Xuan asked the waiter beside him to step back, stepped forward, and said, "How is Uncle Huang?" After speaking, there was a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Without your visit, my lord could not have been better." Yuhu snorted and turned to leave.

"Did you see anything interesting yesterday?" Ling Xuan asked after Yuhu.

"What's interesting? Nothing!" Yuhu glared at Ling Xuan, and said, "Don't the eldest son of the emperor go to the academy on time?"

"Yes..." Ling Xuan intentionally elongated his voice, and said, "Nephew would like to follow uncle's teaching." After finishing speaking, Ling Xuan quickly kissed Yuhu's cheek, that smooth-tender-tender cheek It's even softer than tofu.

"You!" Yuhu covered his face with one hand and glared angrily.

"This is also a reward for my nephew's obedience. Uncle won't be so stingy." Ling Xuan laughed, then turned and left the place.

"Damn boy!" Yuhu snorted, turned and walked towards the courtyard of the musicians' team.