allonlinenovel Chapter 197 Consort Fucha
Chapter 197 Consort Fucha
Fu Yurao's voice was clear and melodious, like a nightingale singing in a valley, which stirred a sense of familiarity in Da Pangju's heart.
He couldn't help but sit up straight and look down at the people standing below.
The woman was dressed in an ice-blue cheongsam, her figure graceful and elegant.
The chubby orange tree spoke up: "Raise your head and let me see you."
His voice was deep and authoritative, carrying an unquestionable command.
Fucha Peiyun and Nian Shilan exchanged a glance, neither of them speaking, simply watching Fu Yurao in silence.
Fu Yurao slowly raised her head, her eyes slightly lowered; her movements were elegant and composed.
It was as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.
When her face was fully revealed to the chubby orange, his heart skipped a beat.
It was a face of exquisite beauty, as delicate as a lotus emerging from water.
Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes like autumn water, and beneath her high, straight nose, her lips were slightly upturned, as if she were smiling but not smiling.
Big Orange's gaze fell on her features, and he discovered a resemblance to an old friend.
Upon seeing this, Fucha Peiyun smiled knowingly.
Nian Shilan snorted lightly, her eyes filled with disdain.
This old guy, after all these years, still likes women like this; he hasn't changed at all.
However, in just a moment, a smile flashed in Nian Shilan's eyes.
She thought that once Fu Yurao entered the palace, there would definitely be a good show to watch in the harem.
The chubby orange cat's gaze remained fixed on Fu Yurao.
His voice softened unconsciously as he asked:
"What talents do you have? Have you ever been to school?"
Fu Yurao curtsied expressionlessly, her voice barely registering any change in tone.
Just like a routine matter
"Your Majesty, I am somewhat skilled in playing the zither and have also read some poetry."
Her answer was concise and clear, neither humble nor arrogant, and she did not seem particularly excited or nervous about the emperor's question.
Upon hearing Fu Yurao's reply, a hint of interest flashed in the eyes of the chubby orange cat.
He was not displeased by Fu Yurao's cold attitude.
Instead, he turned the eighteen-bead coin in his hand with great interest and continued to ask:
"Oh? So, which poet's poems do you like?"
Fu Yurao lowered her head slightly, pondered for a moment, and then said slowly:
"Your Majesty, I personally admire Li Bai's poems."
Li Bai's poems are bold and unrestrained, with wondrous imagery; his words flow naturally and smoothly, like clouds and water.
It is also like a wild and unconventional horse galloping freely.
For example, his line, "There will be times when the wind and waves will be strong, and I will set sail to cross the vast ocean,"
This line of poetry exudes a magnanimous and bold spirit, instantly broadening the reader's mind.
It's as if you can see the poet setting sail on a turbulent sea, fearless.
It exudes a magnanimous and heroic spirit, which fills me with longing every time I read it.
After hearing Fu Yurao's answer, Big Fat Orange showed a hint of surprise on his face.
He originally thought that such a seemingly delicate woman...
She might have preferred delicate and graceful poetry, but it turns out she has a particular fondness for bold and unrestrained poetry.
The chubby orange cat continued to ask questions with great interest:
"Could you compose a poem on the spot to match this beautiful spring scene?"
An impatience flashed in Fu Yurao's eyes, but she still thought for a moment, then gently parted her lips and slowly recited:
"Spring flowers adorn the imperial palace, butterflies dance and bees flit about with endless charm. Willow branches sway gently in the breeze, and the joyous songs of a prosperous age blend seamlessly with the passing years."
After hearing this, the chubby orange clap his hands in praise, his eyes revealing his admiration for Fu Yurao.
He exclaimed, "What a fine poem! Truly a masterpiece of talent!"
Then, the chubby orange cat suddenly asked:
"If you were asked to compose a poem to accompany this musical performance, could you do it?"
Fu Yurao said with a straight face, "Your Majesty, I am willing to give it a try."
After saying that, she slowly walked to the zither, gently rolled up her sleeves, revealing her slender, jade-like fingers.
Her fingers gently touched the strings, and in an instant, melodious music flowed out like a stream.
At the same time, Fu Yurao recited a poem that harmonized with the music:
"The melody of the zither lingers around the palace beams, like a spring breeze intoxicating the crabapple blossoms. The strings resonate with a gentle and melodious tune, and the lingering sound evokes a long and sweet dream."
The music and poetry blended perfectly, captivating the chubby orange-loving man.
When the song ended, the chubby orange clap his hands and exclaimed, "Good, good, good!"
Anyone with eyes could see that Big Fat Orange was satisfied; Fu Yurao would definitely be kept on the list.
Unlike the previous few candidates whose nameplates were reserved for Hongshi's sons, the one chosen by the chubby orange tree was reserved for him.
This lady-in-waiting was reserved for herself by Big Fat Orange.
The eunuch announcing the ceremony then hurriedly announced, "Keep the plaque, and bestow a sachet."
After the imperial concubine selection ended, Consort Qi and Consort Yu both rushed to Kunning Palace.
I'd like to know more about this draft.
After all, this is a major event concerning her son's future happiness, so how could a mother not worry about it?
Fucha Peiyun sat upright in the main seat, with a dignified demeanor and a smile on her face, warmly greeting the two concubines.
Consort Qi, unable to contain her anxiety, asked impatiently as soon as she sat down:
"Your Majesty, in this imperial concubine selection, have you found a suitable consort for Hongshi?"
Fucha Peiyun smiled slightly and replied gently:
"Sister Qi Fei, there's no need to worry too much. There are indeed several outstanding girls in this selection."
She was quite good-looking and talented.
She paused briefly, then continued:
"However, the final choice of which girl to select depends on the Emperor's decision."
After all, this is a matter of great importance concerning the royal offspring, and His Majesty will naturally consider it carefully.
Consort Qi, though still anxious, pressed on, asking further:
"Your Majesty, among those young ladies, do you think there is any who is particularly well-matched with Hongshi?"
Before Fucha Peiyun could answer, Nian Shilan said sarcastically from the side:
"Consort Qi, please don't worry. His Majesty knows what's going on."
Besides, Hongshi is a royal prince; why would he be afraid of not finding a good wife?
Consort Qi's expression changed slightly upon hearing the sarcasm in her words.
But since Nian Shilan was the Empress of the Western Palace, she dared not easily refute her.
Just as the atmosphere became somewhat awkward, Consort Yu quickly stepped in to smooth things over:
"Alright, alright, everyone's doing this for the brothers' own good."
The results of the imperial selection haven't been decided yet; let's patiently await the Emperor's decree.
Consort Yu's words brought a slight sense of relief to everyone.
At this moment, Fucha Peiyun smiled slightly and replied:
“Sister Yufei is absolutely right. Let’s just wait quietly for the Emperor’s arrangements.”
At this moment, Nian Shilan suddenly interjected:
"A mother is still a mother, unlike some people..."
The talent show is already over, and nobody's even bothered to check on it.
Nian Shilan's words immediately reminded Consort Yu of Consort Wan, Zhen Huan.
Consort Yu said, "Consort Wan's health has always been poor, and I'm afraid she is willing but unable to participate in the selection of concubines."
Consort Qi also sighed, indicating her agreement with Consort Yu's statement:
"This Consort Guan is indeed pitiful. Her health has always been poor, so it is understandable that she did not come."