The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

Chapter 990 Your Majesty is Really Elegant

Shen Siyuan worked overnight to prepare the developing solution.

Emperor Zhaowu looked at the original family letter and gradually the hidden content emerged.

It was a poem of an unknown tune.

The dim light shines on the lonely shadow, the first smoke darkens the railings. The wind blows the silk clothes, knowing the cool night, if I were to seek the blue bird to Pengshan. The window is half-closed, the remaining joy, the boat has passed the twelve ghost gates. It is difficult to ask the full moon about my worries, don't be afraid of the knife edge in the evening, the morning sun melts the snow and the cold.

Emperor Zhaowu read it three times but still couldn't understand what the word meant.

The flickering candlelight reflected his furrowed brow, and he couldn't help but wonder what Yunqi was doing at this time?

Is this so mysterious, just to hide a poem? Does the poem reveal anything, or is it just a game that the siblings often play?

It is even more obscure and difficult to decipher than the code in the military newspaper!

He read it three more times but still had no clue, so he called a group of trusted old officials to study it together overnight.

After the second watch, five officials in civilian clothes knelt silently on the golden brick floor of the warm room. Their clothes were still stained with cold dew and their hair was also stained with white frost.

These officials were once the staff of the emperor when he was in the palace, so there is no doubt that they are loyal.

"Everyone, stand up." Emperor Zhaowu pushed the letter to the table. "I called you here to appreciate a poem."

You wake someone up in the middle of the night to appreciate the poem? Your Majesty, you are so elegant!

Among them, Lord Zhu, who was slightly higher in rank, stepped forward and respectfully took the letter with both hands. He cleared his throat and began to read in a rhythmic manner, "The dim light illuminates my lonely shadow, the first smoke darkens the railings..."

As soon as the whole poem was finished and the last syllable had not yet fallen, a cry of admiration was heard in the warm room.

"Every word is precious!"

“The artistic conception is profound!”

"Your Majesty is a genius, and we, the subjects, are in awe of him!"

Several officials spontaneously bowed and praised, but secretly glanced at the throne out of the corner of their eyes.

They took it for granted that this must be a new work from the emperor's handwriting, so when else would they flatter him?

Emperor Zhaowu gently stroked the jade paperweight with his fingertips, and suddenly there was a soft "click" sound.

The pavilion suddenly fell silent.

Emperor Zhaowu remained calm and narrowed his eyes slightly. "Is it just the words that are good? Can't you see anything else?"

Cold sweat suddenly broke out on Lord Zhu's back.

He thought of a solution in a hurry and bowed, "Your Majesty is a genius, and this poem is very exquisite. Why don't you..." He glanced at the emperor's expression, "Why don't you let me try to interpret its meaning first? If you study it sentence by sentence, you may understand the profound meaning of your majesty."

Emperor Zhaowu's eyes flickered slightly, and he took a cup of rain-soaked blue tea from the table and blew away the foam gently, "Okay."

Mr. Zhu then broke down the words word by word and analyzed their meaning.

A dying lamp reflects a lonely figure, and the mist at dawn wraps around the carved railings. The night wind blows my clothes, and I suddenly feel the chill of autumn, and I want to ask the blue bird to send a message to the fairy mountain of Penglai.

He also specifically explained, "Penglai Fairy Mountain should be the place that Your Majesty longs for in your heart."

Emperor Zhaowu did not answer him.

Official A was not willing to be outdone and immediately took over, "The second half of the poem says that when the warmth came out of the half-closed window, the bamboo boat had already sailed through twelve dangerous rapids. I wanted to entrust my hidden thoughts to the full moon in the sky, but I found it difficult."

Official B hurriedly followed up, "The last two sentences are to tell everyone not to be afraid of the difficulties ahead, and never stop even when dusk is falling. Look, the morning sun is about to rise, melting the frost of last night..."

Official C had no more room to elaborate, so he clapped his hands and praised, "Good words! Good conception!"

Official Ding Qing coughed. How could he miss such a scene? "The dim light shines on your lonely shadow, and the first smoke darkens the railings. These two sentences point out that Your Majesty is lonely and cold now. It's time to select a concubine."

All the officials nodded in unison, "Yes, yes, yes, Your Majesty, you should hold the imperial selection!"

Emperor Zhaowu: “…”

Yes, yes, yes, you are an idiot!

But he also suddenly realized that these two sentences should be written by Shi Yunqi to describe his sister's situation after she lost her husband, being alone and pitiful.

In short, the whole poem is actually about the brother encouraging his sister, telling her that no matter how difficult the situation is, she can get through it, and not to lose heart or be depressed, because one day, the sun will rise and the dawn will come.

There is nothing wrong with this word! He must have overthought it.

In the Heguogong Mansion, Wei Cailing leaned on her husband's shoulder and asked, "Do you think that word will be discovered?"

Shi Yunqi was silent for a moment. "The previous letters were probably intercepted by someone, otherwise Xia'er would not have disappeared without a trace. This time, the letter only contains some casual chatter. As long as the mystery of the poem has not been discovered, it will surely be delivered safely."

Wei Cailing was a little scared, "Husband, you said it could be..." She put her ear close to his and whispered, "Could it really be the emperor? It's such a good situation, what does he want?"

"Picture..." Shi Yunqi's eyebrows darkened slightly, "Picture Xia'er. Today I asked to see the emperor, and someone came out from the palace and said that the emperor was ill and couldn't see anyone. Who do you think could stop the emperor from seeing people? There is only that one person in the entire North Wing."

Wei Cailing was even more frightened, "Didn't he just promote you to a noble title?" She was not at all happy about her promotion from Marquis's wife to Duke's wife, and she was always feeling uneasy.

Shi Yunqi patted the back of her hand and said, "Don't worry. If he wants Xia'er, he has to win over Sang Yu, Chang Le and others. Unless one day his true intentions are revealed..."

In fact, he was also very anxious, but he didn't show it on his face.

He thought, if his brother-in-law was still here, why would he worry? Xia'er was smart, but what good was intelligence in the face of real power?

It was at this moment that I truly realized the importance of my brother-in-law in the entire battle.

At the same time, the intercepted family letter was finally restored to its original state, quietly crossed the towering city walls of the capital, and rushed towards the Iron Horse City.

Half a month later, in the early morning, inside Chongyang Inn in Tiema City.

Bei Hui hurried through the corridor in the early spring dew, the letter in her hand still carrying the warmth of the post horse's running, "Madam, there is a letter from the capital! There has been no news these days, and I am almost dying of anxiety."

At that time, An Xia was writing quickly, and the tip of his pen paused slightly when he heard the words.

She put the brush on the pen holder, took the letter and gently smoothed the curled corners, a faint smile appeared on the corners of her lips, "In this peaceful and prosperous time, what could go wrong?" A branch of red plum blossoms was in full bloom outside the window, and it seemed that spring had arrived, "It's just that it was midwinter and the snow was thick, making it difficult to travel on the post road, so the letter arrived late."

Bei Hui was delighted and quickly wrung out a hot towel to wash the lady's hands.

The handkerchief had been washed with osmanthus soap, and carried a rare warm fragrance in early spring.

At that time, Anxia slowly read the letter from home in the warm fragrance of osmanthus.

The handwriting on the letter was as straight as a pine tree, and every word was a casual conversation. Her fingertips stroked the warm ink marks, and a faint smile appeared on her lips, as if she really saw the trivial and peaceful scenes in the mansion in the capital.

She stroked the letter paper and told Bei Hui to get the developing solution.

Bei Hui smiled, "You and the Marquis always like to play this trick. Last time, the Marquis seemed to have casually drawn a turtle, right?"

Shi Anxia smiled and said "hmm", then read the hidden words again, her eyebrows slightly drooped, "Hmm?"