The Emperor was kissed by the Regent and cried again

"It has nothing to do with you. Stop doing sneaky things and be a decent person."

"I am not serious?"

"What's serious? Breaking into the palace at night, breaking into the prince's mansion at night, which one is serious?"

Chu Beixiao crossed his fingers and put them behind his head, laughing as he walked: "You talk as if you had no involvement."

"I have reformed myself a long time ago and am now a good young man."

Chu Beixiao looked disdainful.

Shen Jingli pointed to the stall in front of him and said, "See? RiRiXian, my stall."

"Selling poultry?" Chu Beixiao had just come over there and saw a little kid selling them seriously.

"Ah."

“How much money can I make in a day?”

"Lucky is one or two more."

"Pfft."

Shen Jingli rolled his eyes at Chu Beixiao, "What are you laughing at? Isn't one tael of silver money?"

"Where did the chickens and ducks come from?"

"My daily allowance is three meat dishes and three vegetable dishes. They are caught early in the morning and are very fresh."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

……

Chu Beixiao laughed so hard that tears were about to come out. Shen Jingli was too lazy to pay attention to him and quickened his pace. Chu Beixiao covered his stomach which hurt from laughing and did not chase after him.

----

After returning to the palace, Shen Jingli went to the study and fell into deep thought. He had been living a very pleasant life these days and had completely forgotten about writing the love letter.

I don’t know when Qin Yejue will return to the palace, and I’ve never written a love letter, so I don’t know where to start!

Shen Jingli, who had no idea what to do, brought all the writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone from Xuezhen's room to the lotus pond. In the center of the huge pond was an Qiu Shui Pavilion, where there were birds singing and flowers blooming, and he could find some inspiration there.

But he couldn't utter a single word for a long time. Shen Jingli slumped in his chair, looking up at the sky with a look of despair.

What a sin! She shouldn’t have burned the letter written by the original owner so quickly. Now, no words can be written!

"Ah...ah..."

Shen Jingli scratched his ears and cheeks, which scared Song Zhu beside him so much that his hands trembled and he quickly stepped forward.

What kind of disease is this? Why does it come and go?

"Your Majesty? What's wrong with you? Do you want to call the imperial physician?"

"No need. If you leave my sight, I will go crazy."

"Okay." Songzhu left quickly.

Half a month...

The paper was empty. Shen Jingli looked up at the sky in despair with messy hair. He collapsed and went crazy: "Fuck, Qin Yejue, you bastard, it's so hard. I have never written a love letter."

Shen Jingli lay on the table and muttered to himself: "It must be that the pen is not good for writing, the ink is not dark enough, the table is a bit low, and the chair has no cushion..."

"The weather is not very good. It must be affected by these factors."

After thinking about it, Shen Jingli felt that the preparations were not done well, so he put down his pen and returned to Qianlu Palace in dejection.

As soon as he entered the Qianlu Palace, Songzhu came up to him and asked tentatively, "Your Majesty? Are you done with your madness?"

"Yeah." Shen Jingli walked weakly, like a zombie parading in the streets.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

"Good Songzhu, can you decorate the Qiushui Pavilion in the lotus pond? I want a brand new feeling."

"Secondly, find me some good brushes, such as sheep hair, purple hair, wolf hair, etc. Give me a complete set."

"Pine soot ink, lampblack ink, lacquer soot ink, some too."

"Xuan paper, hemp paper, and porcelain paper are also indispensable."

"I want jade inkstones, porcelain inkstones, and pottery inkstones."

"Your Majesty? What do you want?"

All these things add up to be very expensive.

"Writing poetry is to cultivate one's sentiments. The place should be at Qiu Shui Pavilion."

"You are finally enlightened and willing to spend time on poetry and books. I will grit my teeth and do it right away."

"Wait a minute, come back first."

Songzhu stopped the car in time, turned around and said, "Your Majesty, if you have any instructions, please tell me all at once."

"The chairs and tables should also be brand new. If conditions permit, get green ones. Um... and place peach blossoms all around."

Shochiku: "Peach blossoms don't bloom in this season."

"Fake peach blossoms are fine. Although it is autumn now, I want the atmosphere of a spring-like summer. Do you understand?"

"It seems a bit confusing, but I think I understand. You want a pink with a hint of green?"

"That's about it. Pay attention, be innovative, and make me feel like spring is here and everything is agitated when I see it."

"I'll do my best..."

Shen Jingli ran to Song Zhu, put his hand on his shoulder, and said seriously: "Whether I have inspiration or not is particularly important for this arrangement. You have a heavy responsibility and a long way to go. You cannot shirk it."

Songzhu was a little confused, but he nodded again and again, "I will definitely live up to the emperor's command. The emperor will surely be able to shock everyone in the literary world and shine."

"Ok!"

She had to try to finish the 99 love letters before Qin Yejue came back, otherwise, given his personality, she would definitely suffer a verbal loss.

"Your Majesty, come on. When the time comes, no one will dare to call you a fool and a blind man."

It's a rare opportunity for the emperor to work hard to improve himself, so he must give him all possible support.

"Shochiku... Actually, you don't have to say this."

----

Yanshan.

"Heh... Qin Yejue, are you still not giving up?" A young woman curled her lips and sneered, standing in front of Qin Yejue.

He came to Yanshan again to ask for the fruits of the tung trees. He failed last time, so he had no chance of getting them this time!

"Get out of here." Qin Yejue was very impatient. If you want to fight, just fight. Why waste your time talking?

"Hmph, if you want to ask about the fruit of the tung tree, you have to get past me, Xia Lian, first." After saying this, Xia Lian rushed towards Qin Yejue with a sword in hand, ready to kill him with every move.

He was also unforgiving in his words, "How come a scumbag like you is still alive?"

Qin Yejue's face darkened and he fought back. The two men's swords danced quickly, sparks flying.

"Oh, monster, there is no cure for people like you. Coming to Yanshan is just a last-ditch struggle. Just wait for death."

"Shut up." Qin Yejue's moves were sometimes slow and sometimes fast, and it was hard to figure out the pattern. Xia Lian could only retreat step by step.

Xia Lian failed to dodge and fell to the ground, groaning in pain, "Valley Master is right, you are a monster."

In desperation, Xia Lian quickly released the poisonous scorpion she had prepared in advance.

Qin Yejue acted very quickly and cut the poisonous scorpion in two. "They are just a group of ants hiding in the dark, not worth mentioning."

Seeing that the poisonous scorpion was dead, Xia Lian was obviously shocked. It was so fast that the scorpion only took two steps.

Although Xia Lian was terrified at this moment, her words were full of sarcasm, "Hide? Qin Yejue, you think too highly of yourself. To kill you, the Valley Master doesn't even need to dirty his hands."

"You are..."

Before Xia Lian could finish her words, Qin Yejue used his inner strength to lift her up. With a wave of his hand, poison needles flew out from his sleeves and nailed her to the Paulownia tree. "Is there no one left in Ghost Valley? Why did you send someone like you here?"

Xia Lian was nailed to the tree and couldn't move at all. The needle was poisonous. She endured the pain and cursed, "Disgusting monster, I want to kill you, don't waste time!"

Qin Yejue was neither anxious nor slow, and slowly severed Xia Lian's tendons in her hands and feet. "I left one leg so that you can crawl back and tell your master that she is worthy of stopping me. What a joke."

Xia Lian's hands and feet were powerless, and blood dripped onto the ground. She knew Qin Yejue was difficult to deal with, but she never thought he was so strong...

The Valley Master said that Qin Yejue’s martial arts skills have greatly improved in the past few years, so he cannot be fought openly, but must be injured secretly.

She was careless after all...

Qin Yejue is even more terrifying than he was five years ago... She had a hard time taking three moves.

It seems that there is no way to stop Qin Yejue from getting the fruit of Wentonghua today...

Qin Yejue reached out and picked the red marrow fruit. In an instant, the red marrow fruit shriveled up and he threw it away.

Empty fruit again...

It is difficult for the tung tree to bear fruit. If the fruit shrivels quickly after being picked, then it will be an empty fruit. Without the protection of the tung tree, it will quickly wither.

Xia Lian looked up to the sky and laughed loudly. Her laughter was terrifying. "A monster is a monster! Even God won't help you. No one wants you to live. What's the point of someone like you living?"

Qin Yejue walked towards Xia Lian with an expressionless face: "It seems that you really want to die."

Xia Lian gathered all her strength in her right hand and struggled to break free from the poison needle. Her right palm was pierced by the poison needle. She endured the pain and pressed hard on her chest. The psychedelic flower that had been hidden in her chest for a long time was crushed.

Xia Lian showed a triumphant smile and threw the bloody psychedelic flower on the ground.

A refreshing fragrance came over him, and Qin Yejue did not feel uncomfortable. However, when he saw the flowers on the ground clearly, his heart paused.

With a wave of his hand, the knife fell and cut the person on the tree in half. Xia Lian's eyes widened and she died miserably.

Qin Yejue turned and left...