MTL - He is From Great Sea of Stars-Chapter 125 On the knowledge of choosing a princess

Huo Xingxing discovered that Huo Chaochao talked a lot today.

In the past, he only came out occasionally at night, and used it to sleep during the day. Even if sometimes, I can communicate with him when I am in charge of my body, and I don't talk much, and if I talk for a while, I will be sleepy.

Huo Xingxing could talk to him so freely, usually in a dream.

But today, I don't know what's going on, since he hunted that bear, he became very active, and he would come out and say a few words from time to time, as if his spirits were very good.

Huo Xingxing didn't feel it during the day, only if he had slept enough a few days ago, but tonight, Huo Chaochao's words were too much, which made him feel a little wrong.

And why is Huo Chaochao talking so much - we have to start with tonight's banquet.

In the evening, the banquet is held in such an open and sparse hunting ground in the mountains.

But the saint came to Xishan, originally for hunting, where would he bring some showgirls.

So someone suggested that people at the banquet might as well perform some shows, not so delicate, just for fun.

But the queen mother felt that it was not good.

First of all, this is the hunting ground, and the open space in the tent is no different than the palace. If you speak a word from a little distance, it will be blown away by the wind, and you will not be able to hear it clearly.

Then, instruments such as Guqin and Pipa are naturally impossible to play.

But if you dance and dance with swords, etc., in the mountains and forests, the ground is uneven, and it is not easy to walk, let alone dance on tiptoes, which is also inappropriate.

In the end, Mrs. Right Prime Minister at the bottom made a suggestion: it is better to let the young sons and ladies write poems.

Taking this hunt as the title, and limited to a stick of incense, I wrote a poem, wrote it on paper, and basked in the moonlight.

After a stick of incense, everyone can go and read the poems that have been posted. If they feel good, they can draw a circle.

At that time, the more circles a poem is drawn, it will be selected as the first prize and declared to be a poet, and the queen mother and the saint will give some rewards at will.

As for the rest, the right should be done by an anonymous person, and the name will not be pursued.

After listening to her, the queen mother also felt that it was feasible, so she smiled and nodded,

"You're good at it."

It not only makes everyone more interesting to compete, but except for the last name, the rest will not be named, and it will not put pressure on those who are not good at poetry.

"In this case, Shishu, you go and get a pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and a stick of incense. As for the title of the poem, it's not limited to this hunting, and the title of Xishan is immediately."

The maid bent down, "Yes."

As Miss Wang and the others said, the female relatives who participated in the hunt this time were mostly young ladies who had not left the cabinet, but in fact, it was not only the young ladies who had not left the cabinet.

After all, it is not very good to have a group of sons and brothers, big men, and young ladies who have not left the cabinet alone.

Therefore, the girls in every family are still accompanied by a lady.

For example, the Qu family, who participated in this hunt was Qu Shuning's mother.

However, the ladies and gentlemen are not as interested as the young ladies and gentlemen below, and it is inappropriate to participate in the poetry competition of young people.

Therefore, although the maids distributed pen and paper for each table, Mrs. Qu and the others tacitly did not start writing, but only said with a smile that they were not good at writing poetry, and that they would be good judges at that time.

......

In fact, Huo Xingchao also received a pen and paper, and the maid also thoughtfully matched the inkstone.

But he put it aside lazily, and had no intention of writing.

After all, when it comes to seniority, he is still the elder in the row of princes across from him, competing with young people for poetry, what a loss of grace.

Huo Chaochao: You really don't write?

Huo Xingxing: Don't write.

Huo Chaochao: "It's fine if you don't write it, but can you not be too ostentatious? Believe it or not, look at that rabbit again, and the queen mother will have to ask you to make a song later."

Sure enough, Huo Chaochao's voice just fell—

"Star Dynasty."

The queen mother smiled and turned her head, teasing the young man next.

"Why don't you write?"

Some people can't help but glance over here.

Everyone knows that An Xiaowang did not love poetry and books, and loved riding and archery since he was a child. Although he could hunt and kill a big wild bear, he did not know how to write and calligraphy, and he was a complete martial artist in his heart.

Let him write poetry...

Fortunately, today's poems are not signed.

Huo Xingchao ignored the eyes with different meanings, raised his eyelids, his tone was lazy,

"Empress mother, you know, I don't know how to write poetry, so I shouldn't join in the fun."

......

Knowing that he was talking nonsense with his eyes open, the Queen Mother was helpless and sighed, "You."

This child, I don't know how to raise this temperament.

He has been prouder and more paranoid than others since he was a child. After rumors that he was not good at writing and ink spread from the outside, he really didn't touch his pen a few times. As if people said that riding and shooting were less important than poetry and books, he just wanted to "lead by example" to refute others.

Ugh.

Such a stubborn boy.

......

In fact, the Queen Mother didn't know that the child who was proud and wise in her eyes was now at war between heaven and man in her heart.

Huo Chaochao: You really don't plan to write?

Huo Xingxing: I said it, but I don't write it. Those grandchildren said that my grandfather was illiterate and that the articles he wrote were unreasonable. Oh, my grandfather didn't bother to write it to them!

"..."

Huo Chaochao sighed, "What a..."

"If you say I'm a child, I'll eat this celery dumpling."

Huo Chaochao hated eating celery the most.

It belongs to the kind of physiological nausea after eating.

Now, although he is not in charge of the body, when Huo Xingxing eats the celery in his mouth, he will subconsciously feel uncomfortable, and the whole person will go crazy.

So the threat simply couldn't be more effective.

Huo Chaochao obediently swallowed the following half of the words, and changed his words,

"You're like this, it's just that you're uncomfortable, and others have no influence at all."

"I don't care. Anyway, Master doesn't bother to write to these shallow people."

"Have you ever thought about it, in fact, the poem you wrote tonight is hanging out. At first, no one knew that you wrote it. If you get the first prize, as soon as it is announced, those shallow people will find that it is better than theirs. It turned out to be a person whom you have always looked down on, what is the feeling in your heart?"

"...Does their taste have anything to do with Grandpa?"

"If you hold and hide like this, you are the only one who suffers, but they really think that Prince An is an ignorant fool. So, your contempt and disdain are just for your own amusement. That's it."

"..."

"And Miss Lin is still here. You don't move a single stroke. If people really think that you are different, and cry and beg the Queen Mother like Qu Shuning, don't you feel ashamed?"

Huo Xingxing finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Huo Chaochao, why are you talking so much tonight? You just wanted me to write a poem after talking for a long time?"

"Yes and no."

Huo Chaochao's voice was slow, with a gentle sigh, "I just hope that you don't always live like this. Sometimes, human feelings and the state of the world will change. How can you guarantee that the mother and the queen will protect you for a lifetime. ?"

"Huo Xingxing, completely retreating to the mountains and forests is not as beautiful as you think. If one day, I can't persuade you again, you must not be so willful."

......

What is it, one day I can't persuade you again?

Huo Xingxing frowned, took back the chopsticks on the celery dumplings, and suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart.

"Huo Chaochao, what do you mean by that?"

And this guy is really weird today.

Nagging, energetic, talking for so long without the slightest drowsiness, just like returning to the light...

... back to the light?

"Stop thinking about it."

Huo Chaochao planned his thoughts to fly to the horizon, "Now that a stick of incense has passed, other people's poems have been exposed to a forest, and everyone has gone to the forest to taste poetry. Are you embarrassed to sit alone?"

Huo Xingxing finally recovered.

Sure enough, there was almost no one except him at the banquet, and even the empress dowager and the emperor who were seated moved to the woods ahead at some point.

He was sitting alone eating celery dumplings, looking deserted and desolate.

The Empress Dowager smiled and waved to him in front, motioning him to come over, Huo Xingchao got up temporarily and went to the forest.

"Huo Chaochao, don't sleep for now. I'll ask you when I get back to the tent. You have to tell me clearly!"

......

The forest layout is quite interesting.

Several lanterns were hung, and different poems were pasted in front of each tree. Some of them already had a few red circles on them, while others didn't even have half of them. Fortunately, no names were added, so everyone looked relaxed and read with great interest.

Huo Xingchao followed the queen mother to read a few at random, and after a while he looked tired and had no interest in reading.

Huo Xingxing: "What kind of mess is this written, even these people dare to laugh at the Lord?"

Huo Chaochao: "That's why I asked you to write and you didn't write it just now, but now I'm so angry that I'm blaming others."

Huo Xingxing: "I didn't get angry!"

Huo Chaochao: "Oh, well, you didn't get angry."

"..."

Huo Xingxing was about to die of anger.

He shook the jade pendant in his hand and walked forward irritably, just wanting to quickly end this boring poem and go back to the tent to eat a large plate of celery dumplings.

- Kill this guy who can't spit out ivory from his dog's mouth.

However, when he walked between the two short trees, he suddenly stopped.

"what?"

The queen mother was attracted by his voice and asked curiously,

"What's the matter, but have you read a good poem?"

"I haven't read it yet."

The young man pointed to the two trees in front of him, raised his lips, and showed a slight smile in his starry eyes.

"But these two poems are actually exactly the same."

......

Um?