Traveled to ancient times and became a cheap little dad

Soon, palace servants prepared pens, ink, paper and inkstone, and a group of people began to write poetry enthusiastically.

Jiang Yun didn't want to show off her presence at this time, so she just quietly hugged Jiang Xiaozhu and stood aside. Jing Zhou had been paying attention to his movements, and when he saw that he didn't pick up the pen, he smiled as he thought about the information he had found before.

She stood up and walked to his side, squeezing a chair with him. Jiang Yun said dissatisfiedly, "Your Majesty, your chair is spacious, why are you squeezing me?"

Jing Zhou picked up the candy cake on the table and gave it to him. "I saw you were sitting alone, feeling lonely, so I came here to accompany you."

"Taste it."

Who wants you to accompany me? I thought to myself, but I didn’t continue to argue. I took it and took a bite. “Mmm~ Too sweet.”

"Give it to me."

Jing Zhou took it and looked at it. It was indeed filled with a lot of sugar. He put it in his mouth and took a bite. "Hmm, it's really too sweet. Have some tea."

Someone noticed the two people's actions, exchanged a few glances, but didn't say anything.

Jiang Yun was a little unhappy. This man was so shameless that he actually ate the same cake with her. She turned her head away angrily and didn't look at him.

Jing Zhou was in a good mood, and he pushed his arm with his hand, "Hey, write a poem for me."

"Your Majesty, you already knew that I am an empty-headed person with no knowledge, so why are you asking me to write a poem now?"

"Do you want to see me make a fool of myself?"

Seeing him pouting unhappily and tilting his head to glare at me, I couldn't help but reach out and pinch the soft flesh on his cheek, "Why are you so petty? You're angry already."

She reached out and slapped his annoying hand away, "Don't pinch me, you're annoying."

Although he still said he hated it, Jing Zhou felt particularly comfortable hearing it today and laughed heartily.

Jiang Yun rolled her eyes in her heart. There must be something wrong with this guy. He was even happy when she said that.

The two of them were making a fuss, and Queen Yan Wan's face had already turned black, but she still held back and didn't lose her temper.

By the time the time came, the Queen's eldest prince Jing Zejia had already composed a poem that was quite decent, while the second prince Jing Zeming was slightly inferior.

Princess Jing Ziyu, the daughter of Concubine Defei Shi Yanxue, painted a few flowers, which made everyone laugh.

What remains is the comparison of several concubines. Except for Zhao Jing who did not come, this is relatively complete.

Wen Xia, the Concubine Wen of Changrou Palace, had always been overshadowed by Zhao Jing because of her family background. She had been hiding from the limelight for a while and never went out. But now that Zhao Jing has been demoted, she is willing to go out.

Concubine Wen and Concubine De were old followers of Jing Zhou and had no intention of fighting over a poem, especially since the Emperor had a cold and hard temperament and did not like people who were overly ostentatious.

Lan Yue was stunningly beautiful, so naturally she didn't want to be outdone. Although Liu Furong wasn't as pretty as her, she was quite talented in writing.

During the competition, the last two people started to fight for it, and the others who lost would be given either a bracelet or a hairpin.

Liu Furong suddenly changed the subject and said with a sweet smile, "I wonder what poem Mr. Jiang wrote?"

"If he loses or gives up, I see that Master Jiang is not wearing any accessories."

"How about taking the ring?"

Jiang Yun, who was suddenly called, looked up at her, not understanding why she had to be involved. But when she mentioned taking out her wedding ring as a bet, her expression changed significantly.

His right hand gently stroked the ring on his left ring finger, his eyes longingly, and then he looked up again, his eyes were cold, and he tilted his head slightly to look at her, "Who are you?"

Jing Zhou noticed his movements and was obviously angry. He adjusted himself, sat up straight and looked at Liu Furong, saying with a half-smile, "She is Concubine Liu."

"Why, you don't want to use the ring as a prize?" He said this to Jiang Yun.

Jiang Yun looked at Liu Furong, nodded slightly, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his lips, "She doesn't deserve it."

"..."

The scene was awkward and silent for a moment. Liu Furong was about to cry. She took a handkerchief and began to wipe her tears, but she pretended to be strong.

"I am damned. I didn't know that the ring was so important to Master Jiang. I think it must have been given by His Majesty."

Jiang Yun watched her performance coldly. Few people probably didn't know how bad her relationship with the emperor was before. Now she was deliberately provoking the emperor to target her. Tsk.

Turning to look at Jing Zhou, she felt very sympathetic towards him, "Your Majesty, the concubines in your harem are all this kind of green tea spirit."

"You're miserable too."

As if he was interested, he supported his chin with one hand, half-lying on the table, looking at Concubine Liu leisurely.

I don’t know how many poems about chrysanthemums I memorized when I was in school, hum.

"On the ninth day of the ninth month of the lunar calendar, chrysanthemums will bloom when you open the door."

"On the Double Ninth Festival, I'll bring you some chrysanthemums."

"The autumn chrysanthemums are beautiful, and I pick their flowers in the dew."

The further she went on, the uglier Liu Furong's expression became. From what she heard, she found out that this man just spent his days eating, drinking and having fun, and knew nothing about poetry or books.

The emperor liked him just on impulse. As for the ring, it was indeed mentioned on purpose to let the emperor know that he still kept the old things.

Jiang Yun looked at her coldly, "How much do you want to hear, Lady Liu?"

Jing Zhou glared at Liu Furong with unfriendly eyes. Just when the relationship between him and Jiang Yun eased a little, this idiot came to stir up trouble.

She reached out and held his left hand tightly, rubbing it gently twice, "Okay, don't be angry."

Suddenly, Jiang Yun had a bold idea. From what he had just seen, Concubine Liu started crying because her child had passed away.

Later, she kept vying for favor and attracting the emperor's attention. She would go to every table to read the poems, fearing that others' poems would surpass hers. She did not look like someone who had miscarried and was weak at all.

And she was obviously targeting me just now. Is there a grudge between us?

Give it a try, just in case it's really the same as the love-fighting plot I saw on TV earlier.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yunhui held Jing Zhou's hand, and waved twice with her right hand in the other's delighted gaze.

He whispered, "Your Majesty, come here, get closer."

Jiang Yun came closer and closer, and her faint fragrance filled Jing Zhou's nostrils.

The hair rippled and slid gently across his cheek, and his Adam's apple couldn't help but slide gently.

The deliberately lowered voice makes it seem more delicate and soft.

Jing Zhou was a little upset about the ring issue just now, but now all that trouble had disappeared.

The big hand slowly reached out and held his waist. It was so thin and soft.

Jiang Yun was immersed in her own thoughts. After whispering, she stepped back and asked, "Your Majesty, is this possible?"

Jing Zhou saw him retreat, and he increased the strength in his hands to prevent him from getting too far away. He smiled and nodded, "Okay, as you say."

"Li Quan,"

After giving the order, Li Quan took the order and left.

Liu Furong stood in the middle, not knowing whether to go back or to stand, and felt a little awkward for a moment.

And what were the emperor and Jiang Yun talking about? He kept looking at me from time to time. Could it be about me?

I was startled and was just about to find an excuse to go back.

Jing Zhou seemed to see through her thoughts, "Lady Liu, just stand there."

",,,yes."

He tilted his head to see that Jiang Yun looked better, and curled his lips, "Are you happy?"

Jiang Yun's eyes lit up, she retracted her hand, and pulled his hand away from her waist.

She lowered her head and thought for a moment, then met his gaze, "I'm just guessing, let me verify it."

"Okay, it's all up to you."

Others didn't know what the two men were up to, but the emperor was very happy. Even though this man had been so domineering and mean just now, the emperor still doted on him.

Concubine Wen and Concubine De made eye contact, smiled faintly and lowered their heads, probably guessing something.

Lan Yue was quite happy. Liu Furong always tried to show off everywhere, and this time she had offended someone.

Everyone had their own thoughts, and in less than a quarter of an hour, four imperial doctors arrived.

Liu Furong lowered her head and her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Then he fell to the ground with a thud, panic-stricken.

Seeing her like this, Jiang Yun felt that he had guessed about 70% of it. He turned to look at Jing Zhou, waiting for his order.

The four imperial doctors had obviously heard Li Quan's arrangements. After paying their respects, they stepped forward to take Liu Furong's pulse.

As soon as he touched her hand, the old doctor was obviously startled.