I'm not willing to be a cannon fodder for the female supporting role anymore

Yueying found a seat in the corner and sat down, only to find that Sun Yinwu had also come. He probably wasn't with Sheng Shize just now, so he went to find Zhan Mingyue to reminisce about the past.

"Today is the annual flower banquet. Yesterday, the test topic I drew was poetry, calligraphy, music and dance. The one with the highest comprehensive score will be the champion and will receive the grace of a marriage of their choice."

Yueying has studied it and found that only a few of the top winners can eventually obtain a free marriage contract every year, because there is a prerequisite, that is, the boy the girl likes must agree. Many girls are actually unrequited in love, so it is not very useful.

The first round was poetry writing. There were indeed not many women who could write poetry. Among the more than 20 noble ladies present, only eight stood up.

Sheng Shize looked at Yueying with a faint smile. He thought she would be able to finish this round easily, but he did not expect that while the others had finished writing, she had not even picked up the pen yet.

Not knowing what had happened, he thought Yueying was not feeling well and became a little worried.

Zhan Mingyue sat in the seat of honor, put a lychee into his mouth, and looked at Yueying with contempt.

The men and women sitting below seemed to be watching the joke.

Yueying was actually trying to eliminate the poems in her mind because she had played Feihualing too much in the past few days and couldn't remember what poems she had said.

"He's not good enough in the first round. I don't know where this bumpkin came from. He dared to stand up and compete."

The person who spoke was a less favored prince. He was one of Zhan Yanran's suitors, so he naturally knew the background of this woman who looked almost exactly like Yue Fei.

Seeing Yueying paused there, as if unable to think of anything, he couldn't wait to speak.

"Don't say that, Your Highness. My cousin is from another place and doesn't understand these rules."

Yueying glanced at the two of them from the side, picked up the pen and began to write and read.

"Who doesn't love peonies? They dominate the city's beauty. I suspect they were made by the goddess of Luochuan, whose beauty and grace break the morning glow."

"What a good poem! What a good poem!"

"It took me so long to come up with that. Who knows if I memorized it in advance?"

Yueying lowered her head and smiled. It turned out that this lickspittle prince was actually a truth teller.

"Your Highness, be careful with your words. If it wasn't something I did, wouldn't I be guilty of deceiving Concubine Yue? I would never dare to do that."

"The reason I thought about it for so long is that I brewed several songs and finally picked the one I was most satisfied with, so I went a little slower."

"How many more songs did you think of?"

"Yeah, this little girl is really shameless."

Everyone thought Yueying was making an excuse, and everyone started talking about it.

The Yue Fei, who was in a higher position, wiped the corners of her lips with a handkerchief and changed her sitting position.

"I believe in Yueying. Why don't you just pick another one and write it down?"

"That's right. If you have the ability, write down a few of them. Otherwise, it would be a real crime of deception."

It's probably like this in every world. No matter whether you have a grudge against anyone or not, as long as there are people in the group targeting you, there will always be people who will follow suit to harm them.

Yueying maintained a nonchalant smile and continued writing with her pen.

"It seems that there is a special reason for the east wind, the crimson silk is rolled up high and cannot withstand the spring. If she could speak, she would be the most charming woman in the world, even if she is heartless, she would still be touching."

"The third poem, after all the petals have fallen, the fragrance begins to bloom, and the good name is called the King of Flowers. It boasts that it is the most beautiful in the world and the most fragrant in the world."

"The fourth one..."

"Okay."

Yue Fei still had a smile on her face and her voice was soft and warm.

"Do you have any objections?"

"It may be because of the flower banquet. She memorized many poems about flowers. I think we should change the topic."

"Your Highness, if Miss Yan changes the topic, do the other ladies have to change as well? After all, according to what you said, everyone might have guessed that it would be a waste of time."

"Mrs. Yue Fei, I think we should change the topic. A young lady from Kyoto will not be afraid of lying."

Zhan Yanran didn't expect that she would meet such a bad teammate. She was the one who relied on Yue Fei to reveal the questions and memorize the poems.

When the Ninth Prince jumped out, she immediately panicked.

“Forget it. Cousin Yan was able to write three poems. Even if she memorized someone else’s poems, it’s pretty good. After all, the Yan family practices martial arts.”

Writing poetry is not an easy task. When Yueying heard what the Ninth Prince said, she thought that she could just write one more poem and not make things difficult for the other girls who were competing.

Hearing Zhan Yanran confessing herself, she shut up, not knowing who the Ninth Prince was helping.

"Yanran, you are just too kind. Miss Yan practices martial arts, so she doesn't need to participate in the competition. Now that she has come forward, she shouldn't cheat."

"I wonder if the queen would like to ask a new question for the competition. Are you willing?"

Seeing that Zhan Mingyue was trying to smooth things over, Yueying asked the other people first.

Because of the presence of Concubine Yue, the other six said they had no objection and could write another poem.

This time it's going to be a good show.

"Empress Yue, since no one has any objections, please ask a new question."

The smile on Zhan Mingyue's face distorted slightly. Yueying looked at her with innocent eyes, giving her the illusion that she was seen through for a moment.

"Then let's focus on beauty."

On the subject of beauty?

If Yueying guessed correctly, Concubine Yue might not mention the peony poems written by those previous people.

Zhan Yanran’s poem about peony should be a metaphor for peony using a beautiful woman.

"Your Highness, let's write another poem about a beauty. I wonder if you would still think it's memorized if I use the peony?"

"of course."

"In that case, Madam, the peony has already been written. The Ninth Prince means that the peony should not be used in poems about beauties, otherwise it will be good even if you recite it well."

"it is good."

"Your Highness, is there anything else you want to add?"

Yueying smiled and threw all the questions to the Ninth Prince. It was his request anyway, so what did it have to do with her?

"Gone."

"Well."

"It is hard to give up one's natural beauty, once chosen to be by the emperor's side. With a smile, she becomes charming, and all the beauties in the palace pale in comparison."

When the poem "Yueying" came out, no one dared to say it was bad, because it was obvious that it was written about Concubine Yue.

When Zhan Mingyue saw Yueying's poem, he thought that the other party was trying to please him, and his intention to make things difficult for her weakened a little.

"In the first round, Miss Yan Yueying scored three points, Miss Cui Jiaojiao scored two points, Miss Huo Siyi scored two points... Miss Yanran scored one point."

In the poetry level, everyone gets points. If it weren't for Yueying's overwhelming strength, Zhan Mingyue would have planned to give three points to everyone.

In the last three rounds, calligraphy, piano playing and dancing were all Yueying's strengths. Even though there were disagreements, she forced the strong participants to get three points. After four rounds of competition, Yueying still won first place.

"Yueying, since you won first place, you will be given the right to marry freely. Do you think this through?"

Zhan Mingyue basically maintained the dignity that a concubine should have from beginning to end. Yueying naturally did not come to oppose her, so she asked with a smile.

"My lady, do I have to say this here?"

"Correct."

"I am attracted to Master Shengshize Sheng."

Yueying's shy look finally made Zhan Mingyue breathe a sigh of relief. He sneered softly and managed his expression without anyone noticing.

"Mr. Sheng should be here today."

Sheng Shize walked out of the crowd.

"The minister is here."

"What do you mean, Master Sheng?"

"I am also pleased with Miss Yan."

Zhan Mingyue finally understood what Yueying meant by asking the secret guard to bring back to her. In addition, Yueying had just written a poem to please her at the banquet, so she finally gave up the idea of ​​dealing with the Yan family.

But after the banquet, Yueying thought that the old marquis would be the first to come and call for an explanation, but unexpectedly she heard that Sheng Shize and Sun Yinwu had a fight.

"Why are you so angry? Wasn't the original plan for me to go to the Yan family to help you break off the engagement?"

"But you're my brother, how can you be with my ex-fiancee?"

"You don't acknowledge this engagement, so how can she be considered your ex-fiancée?"

Sun Yinwu didn't understand either. He clearly wanted to cancel the engagement, but when he saw Yan Yueying at the banquet with a face exactly like Zhan Mingyue's and handling all kinds of difficulties in the competition with ease, he actually felt that he shared the same hatred for her.

Finally, when she asked who she liked, for a moment, he took it for granted that it was him.

Hearing Yueying and Sheng Shize pouring out their hearts to each other in front of everyone, he was so angry that he almost lost his dignity and rushed forward to separate the two.

Later in the evening, Yueying made an appointment to meet Sheng Shize.

"What happened to your face? Did you really fight with the prince?"

"Ah."

"Are you guys okay?"

"It's okay. I guess it's just that you've been dressing too much like Yue Fei these days, so he has some illusions."

"Oh, how is the old marquis doing?"

"Didn't I tell you to leave the rest to me?"

"I see. Oh, by the way, did Master Sheng have any plans to go to Jinzhou recently?"

"Are you planting spies among us?"

"you answer me first."

In fact, Sheng Shize's rhetorical question was basically an admission, but Yueying still wanted to ask some questions.

"The Marquis' Mansion is very strict, so it's inconvenient for him to leave Beijing. He wanted to ask me to go to Jincheng and ask your family to cancel the engagement."

"Are you going to Jincheng just to ask my family to cancel the engagement? Or do you have something else to do?"

"It's just a breakup, why are you asking?"

But in the original text, the male protagonist was injured and rescued by the female protagonist, and then the Yan family was wiped out within a few days.

There was no mention of an engagement, nor was there any mention of a broken engagement.

Her dark network and assassins were keeping a close eye on the Yan family. During the half month since she came to the capital, everything in Jincheng was calm.

"Miss Yan, Yueying?"

"what?"

Suddenly I came to my senses and found that Sheng Shize was calling me.

He waved one hand in front of his eyes and brought his face very close.

Yueying blushed and coughed.

"Mr. Sheng, I'm sorry, I got distracted."

"Yueying, can I call you that from now on?"

"can."

"Then don't call me Master Sheng anymore. Just call me Shize or Aze."

"Yeah, A-Ze."

Both of them blushed slightly, and Yueying picked up the teacup in front of her and brought it to her mouth.

Who would have thought that the water was newly added by Sheng Shize, and before he could stop him, Yueying poured it into his mouth.

"Pfft~"

"Hoo, ho."

Yueying kept blowing air, trying to cool down her tongue.

It's scalded.

Unexpectedly, Sheng Shize would do something so cool. He gently pinched Yueying's chin and blew air on her tongue which was sticking out because of the burn.

Yueying turned her head away with a red face, tapping her toes on the ground in embarrassment. At most, the two of them were a single couple who had just started dating, so this was too unfair.

"I, I'm fine. I'll go back home first."

After saying that, she ran out of the box without looking back.

Yueying's original plan was to dress herself up to look less like Zhan Mingyue, firstly to save her life, and secondly to make Sun Yinwu determined to cancel the engagement.

After she talked with Sheng Shize, the man asked him to do the opposite to make the old marquis feel more threatened.

Yueying went to a clothing store and bought several sets of white clothes, and then dressed herself up every day to look more like Zhan Mingyue.

She had won first prize at the flower banquet and became famous. Now it was rumored in the capital that Yueying looked exactly like Yuefei.

When the old marquis and his wife heard everyone's discussion, they all felt that Sheng Shize had really helped the marquis's family a lot.

"My dear nephew, blame me this time. I almost made a mistake because of this unfilial son."

"That day I happened to rescue Miss Yan who was kidnapped by bandits. I was shocked when I saw her appearance. Then I heard that she was Yinwu's fiancée. After thinking about it, I decided to talk to her. Miss Yan was naturally worried about her own safety, so she agreed to my plan."

"I'm sorry for wronging you, nephew."

"I can't say I feel wronged. I'm not interested in romantic relationships."

The old marquis also watched Sheng Shize grow up. He naturally knew that this child had basically no good face towards women. Apart from practicing martial arts, he didn't pay much attention to other things.

"I asked you to come here today mainly to ask you to help persuade Yinwu."

"He may feel betrayed by his brother and feel upset, but he will be fine in a couple of days."

Sheng Shize comforted the old marquis while saying goodbye and going to the backyard to look for Sun Yinwu.

Sun Yinwu locked himself up again. He was angry. Others didn't know, but he knew that he was more angry with himself.

These days, he actually regretted wanting to cancel the engagement. He even thought in his dreams that if he had married Yueying, at least he could have spent his life with her substitute.

What he could not accept the most was that in his dream he knew clearly that the person he wanted to marry was Yan Yueying.

"Yinwu, shall we talk again?"

Sheng Shize knocked on the door, but no one answered.

"I know you're in there, but listen to the rumors in Kyoto these days. This is what will happen if Yueying is exposed in the capital."

"You know how much the guy above likes her. This is the best outcome we can think of."

Still no one responded, so Sheng Shize had no choice but to sit at the door, with his back against it, and started talking about their childhood.

After a while, the door opened and Sun Yinwu walked out.

"Are you a man? You're trying to be sentimental with me."

"Only brothers can be affectionate."

The two of them hugged each other and chatted for a while, then shook hands and made peace.

Yueying returned home and sorted out the plot.

She guessed that because many parts of the original text were not clearly explained, the small world automatically completed the plot when it was running.

In reality, the male protagonist should have arrived at the Yan family's territory and encountered assassination or manslaughter, so he was injured and lost his memory.

Otherwise, firstly, he should go to the Yan family to help cancel the engagement, and secondly, after the entire Yan family was wiped out, he would definitely return to the capital first.

Given Sheng Shize's personality, as the matter had not yet been accomplished and the family massacre was full of doubts, he would not, as was written in the original text, accompany the heroine through various experiences for several years before returning to the capital.

Amnesia? Yueying remembered that in the original story, the male protagonist pretended to have amnesia after returning to Beijing in order to delay his engagement with the noble lady in Beijing.