So what if I traveled through time? I'll continue to roll in another place

I don’t know whether Chu Changning is in a good mood or not, but I can see that Meng Zhengcheng’s face is getting worse and worse.

When Meng Yufu recited the most classic poem "Wait until autumn comes on September eighth, my flower will bloom and all other flowers will die. The fragrance will penetrate Chang'an and the whole city will be covered with golden armor." Meng Zhengcheng rushed into the hall and covered his daughter's mouth without regard for etiquette, and quickly called for his attendants to take his daughter out.

Oh my god! Huang Chao's "Poem on Chrysanthemums after Failure", sister, you should listen carefully in class... Xiao Yueshan stopped eating and looked at Meng Yufu in surprise.

The faces of the people in the hall also changed. Although they did not know Huang Chao's history and could not be sure that this poem was an anti-poem, the heroic sentiments that soared into the sky and had a magnificent spirit, as well as the extraordinary imagery of breaking the stone and carrying thunder and lightning, were not ordinary works.

"Your Highness, my daughter has been listless and fatigued all day. I thought that going to the Grand Princess's mansion to celebrate her birthday would allow me to enjoy the emperor's grace and cheer up, but I didn't expect to disturb all the nobles. I will take my daughter back to the mansion immediately to recuperate, and she will not meet guests after she gets married." Meng Zhengcheng knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times, and said sincerely.

Everyone could tell that the author of this poem was no ordinary person, but it seemed unlikely to be Miss Meng dressed in red and green.

Chu Changning's expression changed constantly. She looked at Meng Zhengcheng and finally said, "Forget it, let's leave today's matter alone. Lord Meng, you should take your daughter back home as soon as possible."

Meng Zhengcheng felt as if he had been pardoned. After kowtowed to express his gratitude, he hurriedly left with Meng Yufu.

After they left, the atmosphere in the hall was still awkward.

More or less the princes and nobles present knew that Chu Changning had some rebellious intentions. Now the daughter of the Minister of Revenue Meng Zhengcheng came out to write such a poem. Considering that Meng Zhengcheng has not yet taken a side, I wonder if this move is a surrender of the Meng family, or is it to reveal the secret?

When this anti-poem came out, even Chu Changning felt a little embarrassed.

At this moment, a clear voice broke the silence: "Good poem! What a good poem!" Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Yin Ya standing up with admiration in her eyes.

"Princess Yaohua, what do you mean?" Chu Changning asked in confusion.

Yin Hua bowed and smiled, "Such exquisite poems with magnificent momentum and extraordinary artistic conception are really rare!"

Chu Changning frowned slightly and stared at Yin Ya, as if thinking about the real intention of her words.

"Besides," Yin Hua continued, "today is the Grand Princess' birthday. Autumn is the season for chrysanthemum appreciation. The fragrance of the flowers fills Chang'an, and the whole city is covered with golden armor. Isn't this a compliment to the grand chrysanthemums and the longevity of the Grand Princess?"

After saying this, she raised her glass and toasted Chu Changning: "I, your servant Yin Ya, wish the Grand Princess good fortune as vast as the East Sea and a long life as great as the Southern Mountains."

Seeing this, Chu Changning also smiled, raised his glass and responded, "Thank you, Princess Yaohua."

As the wine was drunk, the atmosphere in the hall gradually calmed down, and the guests began to chat and laugh again, as if nothing had happened. However, in everyone's heart, it stirred up a lot of waves...

Unexpectedly, Yin Ya, who had been almost excluded from the top social circles, still had such grace. Chu Changning thought that he had underestimated the daughter of this small family.

Yin Ya's performance in defusing the crisis won praise from many people present. They did not expect that the Yin family, who had not appeared in public for many years, still had such a great demeanor.

Xiao Yueshan looked at Yin Ya. She knew that Yin Ya was not as innocent as she seemed to be, as she was chosen by Song Pu to be the protagonist of the ceremony. She must have extraordinary wisdom and courage. She just couldn't understand why she wanted to show her goodwill in front of Chu Changning. But Song Pu also came to the banquet today, so it should be Song Pu's instruction, right?

Xiao Yueshan was thinking randomly. Such a poem at the banquet made everyone feel confused and uneasy. Even Chu Changning lost interest in celebrating his birthday. The people who stood up to write poems later tended to be conservative and kept saying flattering words, which was very boring to listen to.

Even Zhou Yao followed the order and wrote a poem, "Chrysanthemum Rhyme for Birthday Celebration" which Xiao Yueshan secretly wrote for him. "The golden wind and jade dew celebrate together, and the laughter in the hall intoxicates the autumn light. I wish you a long life of a thousand years, and I will drink wine in the east fence and write a new chapter."

Like everyone else, it was a poem to celebrate a birthday. It was neither good nor bad, and there was no need to over-interpret it. It was considered a job well done. However, combined with his previous performance in "On the Horizon of Stars", Chu Changning was a little disappointed. It seemed that Zhou Yao and his wife did not pay much attention to her.

After Yongju finished her birthday celebration, the beginning of the event began with singing and dancing. Xiao Yueshan felt that this birthday party was like being in prison. He could not move around freely, and he also had to be on guard against these nobles causing trouble all the time. He was really exhausted.

Zhou Yao felt very comfortable. The food in the Grand Princess's Mansion was excellent. He could sit down and enjoy the food with his wife, and there was a show to watch in front of them. It felt not much different from eating together at home, watching videos. It was just that it was not very convenient to complain or comment. If he had anything to say, he could only speak quietly.

In ancient times, fresh food was hard to come by. Among the dishes, there was a chrysanthemum hotpot that was extremely fresh and delicious. The soup base was made from the broth of the best pork ribs, which was fresh but not greasy, and as clear as water. The chrysanthemums in the pot were carefully selected and cleaned, as if they were blooming in a clear spring.

The dish is filled with slices of fresh food such as mandarin fish, raw chicken, and small live shrimps. The chef has excellent knife skills, and the slices of meat are as thin as cicada wings and cooked as soon as they are blanched.

Then put the chrysanthemum petals on two silver plates, and of course, there are sauce dishes with sauce, vinegar and other condiments. Different from the spicy and strong hot pot, the sweet and salty taste of chrysanthemum hot pot gives people a refreshing feeling.

Zhou Yao thought the dish was really good. He kept cutting some food for his wife and also took a few bites himself. Anyway, they were sitting at the last table with no one paying attention to them, so why should they care about the trivial matters of other people?

After the feast and drinking, and the singing and dancing were over, Chu Changning's birthday banquet finally ended. Everyone said goodbye to the Grand Princess and her husband one by one, and returned to their homes with their own thoughts.

But Meng Yufu was not so calm. On the way home, she kept complaining to her father, "Why didn't father let me finish reading the poems?" She was very angry. She had dressed up and prepared these poems today just to show her in front of the royal family, especially King Rui. Now, not only was she scolded by her father, but she was also taken back to the mansion early. All her plans were in vain!

Do I really have to marry Yang Wanfan, who is of humble origin and honest and dull? Jiang Saiyu didn't want to, and she was unwilling to do so! Meng Yufu's mother said that she was born in a prominent family and was rich and noble, so she could be the queen, but the emperor was still young and not a good match. Now, marrying a princess who was neither favored nor powerful, how could it be considered marrying up?

She started to throw a tantrum, "It's all Daddy's fault! It's all Daddy's fault! My daughter could have made a big splash, but now it's all ruined by Daddy!"

Meng Zhengcheng tried hard to control his anger. He had lost face enough today and really didn't want to teach his daughter a lesson in the carriage on the street. He looked at his wife, hoping that she would understand his good intentions. Unexpectedly, Mrs. Meng, Chen Yaqin, also looked unhappy: "Master is really too much today. How can you let our family leave early? There are so many distinguished guests at the birthday banquet of the Grand Princess today. It would be rude for us to leave. I also want to take Fuer to see her."

Meng Zhengcheng was so angry that he paused for a moment, then sighed helplessly, and held it in until he returned home.

"I originally thought that as a mother and from an official family, you should be very sensible. I didn't expect that you are like a child. How could you be so ignorant of the seriousness of the matter! What kind of poem was that Fu'er reciting! How could you talk nonsense at the Grand Princess's birthday banquet! If I don't beg for mercy and leave, our Meng family might be in great trouble!" Meng Zhengcheng sent the servants out before he got angry with his wife and daughter.

"Humph! I don't believe it!" Meng Yufu pouted, "That poem was so wonderful, but you interrupted it!"

Meng Zhengcheng was so angry that he was shaking, "You are getting more and more outrageous!" He really didn't understand. His daughter used to be well-behaved, virtuous, and smart, a real lady from a noble family, but now she has become so unreasonable and short-sighted.

"Stop it!" Meng Zhengcheng shook off Meng Yufu's hand and said sternly, "Manager Wang, tell the nanny to take the young lady back to her own courtyard! From tomorrow on, you stay at home and learn calligraphy and embroidery. You are not allowed to go anywhere! Until you get married! You should stop thinking about it as soon as possible!"

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving Meng Yufu crying. Mrs. Meng looked at her crying daughter, then looked at her husband's resolute back, and after a moment of hesitation, she followed Meng Zhengcheng.