Golden millet just opened (below)

  Most of the poems hanging behind were copied from others, although there was nothing new and rare, but they were all good handwriting. Occasionally, a few self-created poems about chrysanthemum were hung together with several simple colored paintings, and some were collaborations between poetry and painting... At this time, a maid brought up a newly painted painting and hung it up. Compared to the previous few meticulous paintings of chrysanthemums, it had a faint distant mountain and a light bamboo fence, bringing a bit of Tao Yuanming's calm and self-entertainment. It can be considered a good work. Yunzhu looked at the name: Nala Haona.

  Just right, use "Ode to Chrysanthemum".

  "The rogue poet's madness invades the dawn, and the sound of the stone surrounds the fence. The tip of the brush operates skillfully in the frosty air, and the scent of incense wafts from the mouth as one chants under the moon. The paper is filled with self-pity and pure complaints, but who can understand the words that express the autumn heart? From the time of Tao Qian's peaceful chapters to now, the lofty spirit has been passed down for a thousand years."

  The Empress Dowager saw her scan everyone's poems and paintings, then waved her brush to write this poem "Ode to Chrysanthemum", read it twice, only felt the fragrance of mouth and tongue, refreshing and pleasant, couldn't help but praise: "Good! People are beautiful, flowers are beautiful, emotions are beautiful, poetry is also beautiful, rare, rare..." Indeed, it's like the golden millet just opening at dawn, one generation stronger than the previous one, rarely talented and beautiful.

  The words of praise... The noblewomen who were watching couldn't help but glare at Yunzhu with even more resentment.

  "Yunzhu, it's you! This poem is really well-written. Was it written to match this painting?" Helan's voice was like a pearl, full of admiration and fondness on her face. "One good poem is not enough, since the mistress likes it so much, why don't you write another one?"

  Among the onlookers, someone immediately chimed in: "Exactly! It's written so well, write another one for us to see."

  Helan? Yunzhu was taken aback for a moment, then regained her composure. She had seen many betrayals in her past life, and besides, she didn't have a deep and unshakeable friendship with Helan. As the saying goes, loyalty is just a chip to be used when betrayal is not profitable enough. However, Yunzhu wasn't one to take advantage of others' misfortunes either. Helan was one thing, but there was another person who spoke up - a round-faced little girl. When Yunzhu looked at her, the girl's eyes flickered for an instant before she stubbornly looked away.

  Why does she seem to have a deep opinion about her? Yunzhu was somewhat puzzled, as she didn't know her.

  "Writing poetry isn't cooking, if you want to do it, just do it, the more the better?" A girl about Yunzhu's age said with a slight frown. Generally, unless there was some grudge, no one would embarrass someone in this situation, as natural talent and diligently acquired skills weren't something everyone had, and it wasn't uncommon for people to find others to do it for them. Everyone knew the score, so who would point it out? It just made oneself look narrow-minded and jealous of others' talents.

  "Nala's words are not wrong, let Yunzhu do it, otherwise it would delay the fun of other girls participating." Juan Ya said with a shallow smile, her eyes slightly cold as she glanced at Helan.

  Although that's what they say, many noble ladies' gazes at Yunzhu have changed from admiration and envy to doubt and disdain. The Princess of the Zhuang Clan smiled: "What does Yunzhu think?" Her tone was still warm and intimate.

  Yunzhu smiled as if she didn't understand: "Then I'll write another one." Suspecting that her poem was written by a ghostwriter? That's right, but unfortunately this ghostwriter has not been born yet. Although poems of this level are not many, good ones are also not few. What's difficult about writing another one? She had already looked up the historical and cultural data before this, which were the same as what she remembered from her past life. But from now on, she didn't guarantee anything. Even if it was an orthodox history, she would distort it. A short-lived empress? Get out of here!

  The clever maid had already set aside the finished poem and smoothed out a new piece of xuan paper. Yunzhu dipped her brush in ink and, with strokes as smooth as flowing clouds, wrote another "Questioning Chrysanthemum".

  "I'd like to ask about the autumn feelings, but nobody knows; murmuring to myself, I lean on the eastern fence: who can share my pride and solitude, why do flowers bloom so late? The dew in the garden, the frost in the courtyard, how desolate! Can the returning swallows and the sick cicadas think of each other? Don't say that there's nobody in the world to talk to, what harm is there in speaking for a moment?"

  Zhen Ge's questioning of Ju Hua left her speechless. Hai Huo Na felt that she had underestimated this rich and talented Fu Cha girl, with such talent, not to mention one poem, even three or four poems, she could also do it.

  "Indeed, it's refreshing and unique." Too much personality! Zhuang Qīn Wáng Fú Jìn looked at Yún Zhū with a changed gaze once again. Originally thought to be gentle and easy-going, unexpectedly inside was even more noble and proud, with an air of superiority. But, is such a temperament suitable for the imperial family? Or is she just reacting to things as they happen?

  Acutely aware of the uncomfortable expressions of several young ladies around her, Princess Zhuang's wife was puzzled. After all, she came from a prestigious family and had both talent and beauty, with a hint of arrogance being normal. Being able to respond with such elegance and poise in the face of resentment and jealousy was already quite rare... It's a pity that the Empress wasn't present, or she would have liked this young lady too.

  Those who can receive the invitation to attend this gathering are not fools. Under the hospitality of Zhuang's wife, a new round of evaluation has begun, starting with paintings, followed by chrysanthemum-made delicacies and soups... As for poetry, no one mentioned it again until the end of the gathering. Who would still be interested in doing so when faced with an unsurpassable masterpiece?

  "Look at you, still in good spirits! How are you today?" asked Madame Gualjian, holding Yunzhu's hand and asking tenderly.

  Yunzhu recounted the events, saying: "Except for when I was writing poetry, everything else was pretty good. I made a few interesting friends." She couldn't say that she didn't care about others' difficulties at all; after all, she was still just a 13 or 14-year-old girl.

  "That's good, have some free time to spend with them." Gualjiasi patted her hand and frowned, saying: "As for that Helan, just keep a distance from now on..."

  In the third year of Yongzheng, Li Rongbao returned to Beijing to report on his duties and asked to resign as the general manager of Chahar due to physical reasons. However, after the emperor received his memorial, he was instead recalled to Beijing and promoted to a second-grade official with no specific duties. The original deputy general manager of Chahar, Balin Naimu Bu Tan, was suddenly promoted from fifth grade to fourth grade to take over as the general manager of Chahar (the original position of general manager of Chahar was third grade), and was transferred to a regular position. After Li Rongbao returned to Beijing, the connection between Balin's family and Fuca's family also faded away, which is normal, after all, there is a big difference between being an official in a subordinate relationship and being a local official with real power... But what Helan did today at Prince Zhuang's mansion was too much! They say that power changes people, could this be the upbringing of Balin's family?!

  Listening to her daughter, she got close to Sanfudun Ouyang and his wife Guo Luoluo... Gualjia decided to reveal this matter to her husband tonight.

  "Don't worry, mom, I won't consider her a friend again." This kind of person with ulterior motives might bite back at any time. "Where's Ama?"

  "It's fine if you understand, it's not worth arguing with her, but be careful. Your mother is in the study... Ah yes, your aunt said she'll come to pick you up in two days and have you stay at their place for a few days." Guwalgiya smiled and said, "In a few days, it will be your aunt's birthday, you can keep her company then."

  "I know." Yunzhu nodded, "Then I'll go back first and come over later to have dinner with you and Ama."

  "Go ahead, take a good bath." Gualjiasi seemed to smile but not quite, and didn't know where her daughter's strange habit came from. Northerners washing once every few days were already considered diligent, but she was different - if she didn't wash for a day, she couldn't sleep, let alone after being active for half the day.

  Yunzhu playfully stuck out her tongue and took Suwen back to Xinyi Valley - the courtyard where she lived.

  Guaerjia smiled and nodded, then after a while, she composed herself and carefully asked about the situation at Prince Zhuang's mansion.

  Arriving at Xīn Yí Wù, the familiar Líng Shuǐ had already ordered someone to prepare a wooden tub of warm water for washing in the next room. Cloud Pearl happily said: "Indeed, Líng Shuǐ is still the best! Hmm, I'll go to the main courtyard later."

  "After serving the young lady for so many years, I still don't know her habits." Ling Xiu smiled and put down the clothes in his hand, then took out another set and hung them on the clothes rack.

  "It seems that my company on this journey is not even comparable to this bucket of hot water." Su Wen said with a pretended tone of grievance, but her hands didn't stop for a moment as she helped Yunzhu untie her braids and put away the hairpins.

  "I remember your credit, girl...". Yúnzhū took off her clothes and soaked in the water, saying lazily, "You all go out, I'll soak for a while."

  Suwen and Lingzhuo knew this early on, and quietly returned to the outer hall. Lingzhuo said: "I'll guard here, you go take a break, today was tiring."

  Su Wen said apologetically, "I'm really a bit tired, but it was also an eye-opener... I'll go down and rest first, and we can talk about the details later. Do you want me to call Yi Ya and the others over?"

  "There's no need for so many people now, besides, Jinzhuang is busy making the girl warm her hands... Yi Yu went to the small kitchen to check on the soup that was simmered this morning..."

  There's nothing we can do about it then.