Traveling through troubled times: Princess disguises herself as a man and becomes a soldier to earn

Jiang Li noticed the friendly gaze, put down her chopsticks, and smiled sweetly at the people below the stage. Her innocent eyes always made people feel good. The general who was attracted by her smile immediately blushed.

He quickly turned his face away, secretly cursing himself for being rude. If His Highness found out, he would lose his head.

Even so, I still noticed the intimidating gaze from above. If it wasn't the prince looking over here, who else could it be? He wanted to slap me in the face and let me see that I deserved to have my head chopped off.

Feng Su's expression remained normal, but he tightened his grip on the wine glass. He lost control and the glass broke into pieces. Qu Feiqing, who was standing by, was startled when she saw this and quickly took out a handkerchief.

He stood up, walked over, squatted down, wiped him carefully, and asked worriedly: "Your Highness, are you okay? How did your hand get hurt?"

"Nothing, go back and sit down."

Turning his head to look at the person beside him who was still eating and seemed to be unaware, he felt suffocated and couldn't breathe. He became more and more irritated and sneered: "Oh, the Crown Princess is living a life of being treated harshly in Yu Country."

"That's why you're so greedy that you don't even notice what's happening around you..."

Jiang Li's eyes were focused only on eating. He paid no attention to the chirping in his ears, which sounded like the buzzing of a fly, until he heard a bang and something hit the table. Then he turned around with a blank look in his eyes.

"What's wrong, Your Highness? Why are you banging the table for no reason? We haven't finished eating all the food yet. What if you bang the table? Wouldn't that be a waste of food? We grew all this food with great effort. It wasn't easy."

Everyone: ...Haha, it's going to be an interesting show. The Crown Princess won't be killed on the spot, right? It's not impossible. Didn't someone die like this before?

The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere was a little stagnant.

Feng Su just felt like he was punching cotton. He felt powerless and his heart became more and more stuffy. But when he saw the other party was unconscious, he became very angry.

Seeing this, Qu Feiqing, who was standing by, had a glimmer of jealousy in her eyes. It had been the nth time yet, His Highness had not killed her. Why? Did His Highness have feelings for her?

She is just a vulgar person who doesn't know the rules. How can she deserve the attention of His Highness? No, even if she is afraid of His Highness, she will never allow it. There is such a special existence in His Highness's heart.

She interrupted their gaze and said obediently, "Your Highness, I have heard that the little princess of Yu Country is very talented. I wonder if you would like to compete with me in reciting poems or writing couplets."

Jiang Li refused outright. What a joke! Her turtle-like handwriting would be exposed as soon as it started. What's the point? She hadn't had enough fun yet and couldn't be exposed now.

"No, it's no fun without a bet."

"...Oh, the Crown Princess is probably scared."

"Well, if you insist on thinking so, then I can't help it. Just be happy and don't delay my meal. It's not pleasant to be hungry, do you understand?"

Feng Su's lips curled up slightly when he heard this, and he showed some interest: "Crown Princess, since Qingqing said so, you'd better not spoil the fun. It's just reciting poems and composing couplets, which is very simple for you."

When Jiang Li heard his voice, she knew that this matter could not be resolved peacefully. A fight would soon break out. She didn't want to fight. It would be a sin to ruin the table of food. She had to accept it if she didn't want to commit a sin.

"Okay, I'll take it, but there's one condition. How about we recite the poem while eating, so that we don't interfere with each other. And we have to finish a poem within seven steps."

Silence, deathly silence.

A sneer broke the silence, and Qu Feiqing said sarcastically: "Crown Princess, are you kidding? Composing a poem in seven steps is something that only a great talent can do. Do you think you should do this?"

Jiang Li nodded, looking calm: "Of course, if we want to play, we have to play excitingly. In addition, we have to bet. How about starting with one thousand taels? Chen Lu will go get the banknotes, and we can play a little bit with one hundred thousand taels."

I didn't memorize the 300 Tang poems for nothing. Just have fun. I won't kill you.

One hundred thousand taels! !

The ministers looked at each other and whispered, "As expected of the little princess of Yu Country, this is too much. One hundred thousand taels, how come it sounds like ten taels when she said it."

"Hush, don't say anything, let's see what His Royal Highness the Crown Prince means."

Feng Su clapped his hands, his face full of interest: "Interesting, you are worthy of being the Crown Princess. Everyone else can place a bet. The person who can write the most poems in seven steps within one stick of incense will win."

Qu Feiqing's eyes fell on her face. Her calm and composed look really made people feel uneasy. There couldn't be a conspiracy here. No, she didn't look like a talented woman.

I am a famous talented woman from Yun Country. There is no way I can lose. Yes, I can’t lose...

a moment later

The singer left, and the palace banquet was very quiet. Feng Su smiled and said, "This season is when the lotus flowers are in full bloom. Why don't we use the lotus as the theme? The one who writes the most poems within one stick of incense and has the best artistic conception will win."

"This is the third round, which means three sticks of incense and three propositions. Do you have any questions?"

Jiang Li buried his head in eating and said vaguely: "No problem, we can start anytime, sister, I think you have no objection, why don't you eat, it's just writing a poem, it's not worth putting down your chopsticks."

The corners of Qu Feiqing's mouth twitched, and she really didn't want to talk.

As the incense was lit, the two began to compose poetry. Qu Feiqing sat up straight and spoke slowly.

Jiang Li wiped his mouth, opened his red lips slightly, and spoke very quickly. The person who was recording was about to throw the brush in his hand away. Sweat broke out on his forehead. He could not care about anything else and could only concentrate on recording.

Others could only see the two people opening and closing their mouths but couldn't hear what they were saying. When the incense stick burned out, they would naturally know who would win and who would lose. They... would definitely win.

The generals placed their bets directly on Jiang Li, not for any other reason but simply because they liked him. His unpretentious attitude was very appealing.

A stick of incense burns out

There were only a few sheets of paper on one side, and on the other side, he was holding a stack of papers in his arms. Beads of sweat fell down his forehead and dripped onto the papers. He was so scared that he wiped them hastily, fearing that they would spread.

Feng Su glanced at him calmly, and said in a warning tone, "Crown Princess, this competition is not only about how many poems you can write, but also about the artistic conception. It is useless if you can write poems quickly but the artistic conception is not good enough."

Jiang Li picked up a piece of pork elbow and ate it, not wanting to pay attention to him. It didn't matter whether it was useful or not, why not just prick up his ears and listen? Why bother talking so much nonsense? Men who talk too much are annoying.

The two young eunuchs read one by one. When they finished, the palace banquet was dead silent. No one dared to say a word. They just stared at the man, with shock in their eyes.

It’s worthy of being the Yu Kingdom. Even a little princess is so powerful.

Qu Feiqing knew that she was bound to lose, and she couldn't help but get nervous. Losing money was a small matter, but if she made His Highness lose face, then how would she still have a good life? No, she must not lose.