This poem "Peach Blossom Poem" is a poem written by Tang Yin and Tang Bohu in the Ming Dynasty. The poem "Peach Blossom Poem" by Tang Bohu in the later generations, coupled with the "Peach Blossom Picture" by Tang Shuhu in the contemporary era, is quite interesting.

Qinghou watched Han Mo finish writing and read it gently, his eyes lit up, and he said softly: "I was so old that I was in the wine room, and I didn't want to bow in front of the horse... General Han is so kind."

Han Mo put down his brush and bowed, "It's just a play, it makes the queen laugh."

"How can I laugh?" Qinghou sighed quietly: "Tang Shuhu has many wonderful poems, but the free and easy artistic conception of this poem is better than Tang Shuhu. General Han is indeed literary and elegant, which really makes me open my eyes." She looked up at Han Mo, her beautiful eyes circling, and her eyes shining brightly, "It's a pity that General Han is not from Qing, otherwise I would have been able to appreciate General Han's masterpieces from time to time."

At this time, Qinghou was not far from Han Mo. The fragrance of orchids and musk emanated from her body, and came into Han Mo's nose. The fragrance was not vulgar, but not too light. It was just right and touching.

Han Mo looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, delicate and tender. When he thought of such a delicate woman, she was actually powerful in the court and the affairs of Qing Kingdom, and had the Hou Party under his command that controlled half of the Qing Kingdom, he felt quite incredible.

People should not behave like appearances, and the sea water should not be measured.

Before seeing Qinghou again, Han Mo had heard a lot of her deeds about Qingguoquan. In his original impression, he thought that Qinghou should be a cold, noble and arrogant woman, but what he saw today was very different from what he thought.

Beautiful and noble, tender and charming. With a smile, he is bright and enchanting, and even more gentle and moving, which is far from the image he wants.

But this feeling made Han Mo even more careful.

A cold, arrogant and arrogant person, is easier to deal with. This kind of woman who is quiet and gentle as a smile like a knife hidden in water is even more difficult to deal with, because it is difficult for such a woman to see what she thinks from her appearance. A person who can conceal her emotions and thoughts is naturally a very dangerous person.

Han Mo was so stunning that he didn't take his gaze back. Qinghou saw Han Mo staring at his face, smiled sweetly, biting his red lips, and the spring water in his eyes rippled, and Han Mo looked white, and said softly: "Han Mo, it's really rude to look at me like this..."

Han Mo was stunned, woke up, secretly scolded himself for being distracted, and hurriedly bowed: "Queen calms down, foreign ministers are rude, please punish them!"

"Who is angry?" Qinghou giggled: "Fortunately there are no outsiders here, only you and me... I don't care about you, but if you are seen by others, you must... you must say...!" At this point, she didn't say it, just bit her red lips, and a whim of red appeared on her beautiful face.

Han Mo only felt that the atmosphere was a little strange. Although the space on the third floor was large, it was very empty and silent. The moonlight outside the window sprinkled in. The light of the night pearls embedded on the wall shone gently. The golden lamp on the table was covered with a red lampshade, hazy as if it were fantasy. Moonlight, night pearl light, pink light, three kinds of lights gathered together, and the pavilion was quiet and peaceful. In this environment, a man and a woman were alone together, which did have a somewhat ambiguous meaning. What was more exciting was that this woman was the woman of the Emperor of Qing State after the power of the Qing State.

To be honest, Han Mo is not Liu Xiahui, and he never thought about what to do. He is not romantic and ruthless. If he is an ordinary beauty, Han Mo might even tease him unpredictably in this environment, but this woman's identity is too special, and Han Mo can only be heartbeat, but he dare not be rude.

In fact, deep down, Han Mo was not disgusted with the overwhelming power of Qinghou in Qingguo. Instead, he admired such a woman. It was not easy to be able to become the mother of a country from a business daughter. In this woman, there must be this story of struggle that is not very smooth.

After all, this woman climbed up step by step from her business daughter, and the journey in the middle could never be smooth sailing, and she must have suffered countless hardships. The marquis's door is as deep as the sea, let alone the most steepest imperial palace in the world.

The opponents she faced were the old prime minister, the father of Qinghou, the famous general Shang Zhongli, and the powerful military forces under Shang Zhongli. It can be said that the enemies she faced were stronger than the other, and the other more dangerous than the other.

In addition, the three thousand beauties in the harem are another cruel battlefield, even more sinister than the battle in the court.

There are definitely many conspiracies and tricks that Qinghou has encountered. Without the clever wisdom and decisive and ruthless means, it is impossible to become a queen with the favor of the emperor alone, and it is even more impossible to build a powerful Hou Party group.

There is no doubt that the gorgeous and enchanting woman in front of her has a strong and ruthless heart under her beautiful and seductive appearance.

Han Mo still admires such a character deep down in his heart by relying on his own wisdom and means to climb to the peak of power.

The Hou Party led by Qinghou and the military led by Shang Zhongli were fighting each other. For Yan State, this was something that they were happy to see. Deep in the hearts of the Yan State, the people of Yan were still very awe of Shang Zhongli. If there was a powerful force in Qing State to constrain Shang Zhongli, the people of Yan State would be very welcome.

Politically, there will never be any permanent friends and enemies.

Although there was a conflict between the Han family of Yan and the Qingguo Hou Party on the issue of marriage, and there was a hostile relationship, Han Mo also knew in his heart that today's enemy might become friends tomorrow due to the change of the situation.

Based on the fundamental interests of Yan State, the Han family itself did not want the Later Party to fall in Qing State.

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"What will you say?" Han Mo looked at Qinghou's expression but stopped, and saw a flush on her face, and he couldn't help but ask softly.

Qinghou gave Han Mo a blank look and bit his lips. He was charming and said nothing. He was mature and slightly shy. He was killed.

General Han felt his heart beating fast, and he coughed to hide his mood, saying, "Queen, do you have any other paintings that need inscription?"

After Qinghou then picked up another painting, opened it, and spread it on the table. Han Mo took a look and couldn't help but say "Huh". The painting was not another picture, but a portrait.

In the painting is a flowing woman, wearing white silk, standing outside the palace, raising her head and looking at a bright moon in the sky. The woman in the painting is beautiful and vivid, as if she is about to emerge from the paper.

Han Mo recognized at a glance that the woman in the painting was nothing but the beautiful queen in front of him.

At this moment, Han Mo suddenly realized that no one dared to provoke Tang Shuhu in Qing Country, and was unscrupulous at the night banquet set up by the uncle's mansion. First, it was due to his temperament, and second, it was probably because of the Empress Qing behind him.

Tang Shuhu is notorious and can be with Empress Qing, probably not only because of the power of this Empress Qing, but also because of the talented woman who is proficient in poetry and songs.

"What does General Han think of this painting?" Qinghou asked with a smile on his side.

"The paintings are beautiful... people are also beautiful!" Han Mo said sincerely.

Qinghou chuckled and said, "General Han is serious about this? Is it beautiful to paint... or beautiful to humans?"

Han Mo immediately said: "Pictures make people enter the country, and people make paintings more beautiful!"

Qinghou smiled and said, "It's true that he is smart. It is really a blessing for the country to have a general with all-round talent like General Han in Yan State."

"The Queen is over the award!"

"Will there be poems when you see this painting?"

Han Mo thought about it, picked up the brush again, and wrote another poem under the painting.

Qinghou approached, looked at the words on the painting, and his voice softly said, "The clouds think of clothes, flowers think of appearance, and the spring breeze blows through the threshold and the dew is thick. If it weren't for the group of jade mountains, they would meet under the moon on the Yao platform!"

When she was reciting the poem, Han Mo felt that his shoulders were a little strange and soft. He was confused and straightened his shoulders without hesitation. He felt that his shoulders were pressed down by a soft place, which was amazingly elastic. He immediately understood that it was when Qinghou approached, his plump breasts leaned against his shoulders.

It was the young woman who was young, and she was ripe with honey and peaches. The place where Qinghou was full, firm and elastic, pressed against Han Mo's shoulders, actually made Han Mo's shoulders warm. Although she was separated by her clothes, she could feel the shape she took out was extremely beautiful.

Han Mo only felt a heat spread throughout his body, and he was very surprised.

This is the queen of Qing Kingdom, the mother of a country, and the most noble woman in Qing Kingdom. She is a noble and noble existence, so how could she do such an ambiguous action?

He turned his head slightly, and Qinghou was just looking at the paintings on the table, as if he was still savoring the afterglow of the poem. The pink light shone on Qinghou's beautiful face, with bright redness in its fairness, and it was so beautiful that it was incomparable.

Han Mo thought to himself: "Is she unintentional?"

Although he has always been highly vigilant towards this woman, Han Mo still finds it very meaningful to be able to feel the plump breasts of the mother of a country and her softness and elasticity.

However, Qinghou seemed to have not realized it yet. He looked at the beauty picture intently and looked at the beautiful poem, and his face was as beautiful as peach blossoms, and his delicate body moved slightly, and his plump breasts were polished on Han Mo's shoulders.

"It's so deadly. She didn't want to seduce me, right?" Han Mo shouted in his heart, but his face was serious, standing motionless, as if he was also admiring his inscription.

The room was silent, but full of ambiguous spring breeze.

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