394 Chapter 394 Falling in Response (2)

394 Chapter 394 Falling in Response (2)

"Don't worry about these," Rong Xia said, "I used to receive poems, calligraphy and paintings often, but there are not many truly talented ones. If someone still sends them in the future, my father-in-law can just refuse."

"Okay," Ban Huai agreed, "I'm the most impatient to see these things."

"I haven't seen candidates send poems to our house before," Ban Hua rolled his eyes, "Could it be that they thought that if I married a talented emperor, our Ban family would become capable of poetry and painting?"

Rong Xia couldn't help laughing when she heard the words, and reached out to tap her brows lightly: "You, you."

"Master, madam, someone from Xizhou sent something over and said it was returned to the original owner." The butler came in with a box in his hand. After he saluted Rong Xia and Ban Hua, he presented the box with both hands, "Master, please have a look." .”

"Xizhou?" Ban Huai frowned, and turned to look at Yin, "Ma'am, is there anyone we know in Xizhou?"

Yin pondered for a while, then slowly shook her head and said, "Not really."

Ban Heng took the wooden box, opened the lid, and saw that there was nothing inside except a somewhat yellowed poetry collection.

"What the hell is this?" Ban Heng felt a headache when he saw the collection of poems, "Are these people on appointment today?"

"What's in the box?" Seeing her son's painful expression, Yin asked with a smile, "it makes you show such an expression?"

"A book of poems," Ban Heng took out the book of poems from the box, and handed it to Yin with both hands, "Mother, please read it."

Yin took the collection of poems, and after flipping through two pages, raised her brows lightly: "This collection of poems is indeed our family's property. But it disappeared a few years ago. I thought it was damaged by you two brothers and sisters, so I haven't seen it since." Ask, so it was borrowed by someone?"

Rong Xia who was sitting next to her suddenly said, "Mother-in-law, can you show me?"

Yin was taken aback for a moment, and handed the collection of poems to Rong Xia: "Your Majesty, please feel free."

Rong Xia opened the collection of poems, and there were annotations on this collection of poems. Judging from the handwriting, it should be the words left over in recent years. When he put the collection of poems together, an inscription slipped out of it.

He bent down to pick up the inscription that fell on the ground, on which there were only a few lines of poems that the world would use very vulgarly long ago.

Since it is late to go to school in Xunchun, there is no need to feel melancholy and resent Fang. The strong wind blows away all the crimson, and the green leaves turn into shadows and cover the branches.

"What's written on it?" Banhua put her head on his chest, "Green leaves... full of branches, is there anything special about this poem?"

Rong Xia looked down at the woman leaning against her, her eyes were ignorant and clear, she didn't understand the meaning of this poem at all.

"It's nothing, probably the readers thought the poem was good, so they copied it again." Rong Xia put the inscription back into the poetry collection, and put it on the table, "Huahua, it's getting late, we should go back."

"Okay." Ban Hua nodded, got up and said goodbye to her natal family. When she went out, she didn't even look at the poetry collection on the table, obviously not interested in such literary stuff.

The three members of the Ban family sent the husband and wife outside the gate of the Ban family. After the two left, they returned to the inner courtyard again.

Yin picked up the book of poems that had been forgotten on the table, took out the inscription in the book, put it on the lantern and lit it.

"Mother?" Ban Heng looked at Yin Shi puzzled, "Why did you burn it?"

"What are you keeping for boring things?" Yin let go of her hand, and let the burning inscription fall to the ground. She stroked the hair on her sideburns, and handed him the collection of poems, "Put it back in the library."

"Yes." Ban Heng took the book into the library, found an empty space in the corner, and stuffed it in.

The dead of night.

"Huahua." Rong Xia embraced Banhua, gently stroking her soft and clean back, "Are you the little girl who pestered me to play ice back then?"

"Huh?" Ban Hua, who was in a drowsy sleep, arched into his arms, and said casually, "I don't remember."

Rong Xia smiled and kissed her on the forehead, "It's okay, as long as I remember."

The originally vague memory became clear again on the day when Huahua took him to play ice. The little girl with the double bun had big eyes and curved eyebrows, and she looked exactly like Huahua when she smiled.

Looking back now, besides Huahua, who could be so reckless in the palace, and a little girl of the same age?

It's a pity, if he had noticed Huahua early at that time, how good it would be?

The person in his arms had already fallen into a deep sleep, but Rong Xia didn't feel sleepy at all. He wanted to ask Huahua if the collection of poems returned to Zhao from Xizhou was the one that Huahua gave to Xie Qilin. But he couldn't ask, he didn't want Huahua to know this kind of daughter-like thoughts.

He wanted Huahua to think that he was an omnipotent, powerful, and gentle man who could tolerate him, not a stingy man who cared about every little thing and had no measure.

"Huahua, do you love me?" He whispered in her ear.

But the sleeping man could not answer him.

"If you don't speak, I will take it as your acquiescence."

Rong Xia wrapped her arms around the person in her arms and fell into a deep sleep.

March is full of fragrance, and April ushers in the spring that the entire Ying Dynasty literati are looking forward to.

After Chunwei, it is the palace examination. On the day of the palace examination, Rong Xia woke up early. This was his first imperial examination after he took the throne, and he must always be present when the examinees were answering the questions.

Ban Hua was worried that he would be bored staying alone in the palace, so he asked the palace servant to prepare a refreshing pouch for him to wear.

When the sun rose, Ban Hua, who was still in the harem, heard the bell ringing, which was the sound of the opening of the imperial examination. She leaned against the head of the bed, looked at the sunlight coming in from the window, and suddenly said, "Come here, help me make up."

At the moment of time, Feng Jia left the Zhuque Gate, went straight out of the palace, and arrived at the other palace in the western suburbs of the capital.

This other palace is named Jinxue Palace. It is said that an emperor of the Jiang family built it for his mother. Now the Empress Dowager Fuping and Princess Anle live in it.

The Empress Dowager Fuping was very surprised when she heard the servants say that the queen is coming, "How could she come?"

"Queen Mother, I don't know." The palace maid shook her head honestly, "The Empress said that she didn't intend to disturb you, but just wanted to talk to Her Highness the Princess."

When the Empress Dowager Fuping heard this, she didn't feel relieved, but even more disturbed. Although Huahua often sent people to bring things over, she never came in person. Now that she came suddenly and saw An Le alone, how could this make her feel at ease?

"I see." Since Huahua didn't want to see her, she just pretended not to know about it.

Now living under the fence, people with sense of taste are always more pleasing.

In the main hall of Jinxue Palace, An Le stepped into the gate and saluted Ban Hua who was sitting at the head.