The princess is killing like crazy again

Since childhood, Xiao Yurong had always secretly delegated tasks such as copying books and embroidering to others.

As the ones who punished Xiao Yurong, Emperor Xiao and Liu Pinjue usually turned a blind eye.

Even now, it's still exactly the same.

Xiao Yurong was already holding real power and attending court, but when she made a mistake, Emperor Xiao still punished her by making her copy books and embroider. All the officials secretly shook their heads and sighed. Wasn't it obvious that the emperor still treated the princess as a child?

Li Yaozhi was always very conscientious when copying books for Xiao Yurong. He would spread out the scroll, grind the ink, spread the paper, and start copying.

Wang Fuxuan, who was deceived by Xiao Yurong with a letter and thought that there was some important matter, was not so easy to talk to.

His face was still dark, staring at Xiao Yurong grimly, "Is this what you said, that you have something important to discuss?"

He actually thought that Xiao Yurong was in trouble because he was punished, so he urgently needed his help.

He took a car and pushed a wheelchair from the palace to the Grand Tutor's Mansion, and this is what Xiao Yurong told him?

"It is indeed an important matter. You know, I can't embroider." Xiao Yurong's attitude was quite good when asking for help. He put himself in Wang Fuxuan's shoes and said, "You helped me before. Now you are a good person who has done your best to help me. I will help you to the end."

Wang Fuxuan was furious. "Do you know that I am so busy all day long, how can I embroider for you?"

His time was so precious, and he was busy all day long. Why did Xiao Yurong call him to embroider? Couldn't Xiao Yurong just call a maid to help? Why did she have to ask him to come?

Xiao Yurong was not happy to hear this, it was so polite.

She said, "Didn't you embroider for me before? Even today, I can embroider a phoenix that looks like a wild duck, and you should also bear most of the responsibility!"

Wang Fuxuan was so angry that he laughed at her bandit logic.

But what Xiao Yurong said was indeed true. From childhood to adulthood, the embroidery job fell on Wang Fuxuan.

Wang Fuxuan had a lame leg and had difficulty walking, but no one knew why this happened.

Although the Wang family had not many direct descendants, they were not few either. Wang Fuxuan was the third one.

If he had not been gifted, he would not have been accepted as a disciple by the arrogant Liu Pinjue.

As for inheriting the family business, let alone, the Wang family would never let a disabled person be the head of the family, and it would not be his turn according to seniority.

Whether in school or at home, Wang Fuxuan was always treated coldly and looked down upon.

What's more, both his parents encountered mudslides when he was young, and both of them died. Without protection, Wang Fuxuan only looked glamorous and bright in the clan, but only he knew the pain behind it.

It was common for the housekeeper to bully him and often deduct the silver. In summer, there was a shortage of ice, and in winter, there was a shortage of charcoal. The young Wang Fuxuan, who was too young to fight back, would exchange the embroidery taught by his wet nurse for silver to buy ice and charcoal.

After his wet nurse died, he embroidered by himself, and was ridiculed for this for a long time.

But Wang Fuxuan endured it all, because for him at that time, nothing was more important than being alive, and dignity and respect could be put aside.

Xiao Yurong knew that he was good at embroidery, so she gave this troublesome task to Wang Fuxuan.

Wang Fuxuan was originally unwilling, no matter how much money Xiao Yurong was willing to pay.

Xiao Yurong didn't understand that at that time, Wang Fuxuan only wanted to maintain his dignity in front of Xiao Yurong.

She just thought that Wang Fuxuan was selling his embroidery for money. Since she was willing to pay a higher price, why wouldn't Wang Fuxuan be willing to help her?

Xiao Yurong got angry and threw the embroidery frame next to Wang Fuxuan and left.

Wang Fuxuan sat there stiffly for a long time, but finally embroidered for Xiao Yurong.

Xiao Yurong is a person who always smiles and speaks sweetly when he gets something good, but turns his face against others when nothing goes right.

Seeing that Wang Fuxuan had already done it for her, she smiled and took Wang Fuxuan's hand to thank him.

When he was younger, Wang Fuxuan was much weaker than he is now. He had a delicate face, and his skin was pale because he didn't like to run around and was not exposed to the sun.

Xiao Yurong caught him and teased him: "Oh, our little Fu Xuan is so tender and fair-skinned. If I were a man, I would definitely marry you home!"

Xiao Yurong put his arm around Wang Fuxuan's shoulders and laughed, while Wang Fuxuan's face turned red and he shrank there without saying a word.

With this method, not to mention that Xiao Yurong had never known how to write the four words "getting worse", he simply threw all the subsequent embroidery work to Wang Fuxuan.

Wang Fuxuan was never happy about it, but he always helped Xiao Yurong finish it secretly.

When I grew up, for some unknown reason, all the successors before Wang Fuxuan died one after another.

Xiao Yurong would definitely not believe that Wang Fuxuan did not take part in the conspiracy, after all, Wang Fuxuan had almost killed all the direct descendants of the Wang family.

Even if the direct descendants of the Wang family ran to Emperor Xiao and kowtowed to the ground one after another, accusing Wang Fuxuan with tears streaming down their faces, it would be useless.

Emperor Xiao was already happy to see infighting among the clans, and Wang Fuxuan had killed so many of them that only a few of his direct descendants were left.

Wang Wanru was one of those who was lucky enough to be left behind.

No matter what means Wang Fuxuan used, and no matter what, Wang Fuxuan was still the one in charge at the time.

It has been like this since childhood, so it must be the same this time. Xiao Yurong stuffed all the embroidery tools into Wang Fuxuan's arms.

"I don't care anymore. I'll leave this matter to you." Xiao Yurong said, "I'm going to practice the piano."

After leaving his words and things behind, Xiao Yurong went with Liu Pinjue, carrying the zither.

Wang Fuxuan stood there with a dark face, unable to utter a single word.

Even with his current rank and status, he still had to embroider for Xiao Yurong when he was in front of her.

"Brother, aren't you going to embroider yet?" Li Yaozhi behind him asked slowly.

Wang Fuxuan turned his head and looked over. Li Yaozhi was sitting at the desk, picking up a pen and dipping it in ink, copying a book in a relaxed and measured manner. His posture was neat and calm, and his body was upright, like a bamboo.

When he said this, Li Yaozhi looked at him with a smile.

Wang Fuxuan sneered in his heart, what a loser.

From childhood to adulthood, all the mistakes Xiao Yurong made were basically punished by Li Yaozhi, and Li Yaozhi still copied books for Xiao Yurong.

Although she thought so in her heart, in fact, not long after, Wang Fuxuan herself sat there and began to embroider for Xiao Yurong.

Xiao Yurong herself was learning piano from Liu Pinjue. Her piano playing was not bad, but it was definitely not much better than Liu Pinjue and Li Yaozhi.

But among the noble ladies who gathered in Yujing, Xiao Yurong's piano skills were quite impressive, and she could play a piece as a gift at a banquet.

Intermittent piano sounds flowed out from behind, and Wang Fuxuan's embroidery movements paused for a moment.

"Senior Brother." Li Yaozhi said.

Wang Fuxuan seemed to be suddenly awakened and looked up at Li Yaozhi.

Li Yaozhi smiled: "The sound of the zither can calm the mind. Although Your Highness is still learning, he has a lot of emotions, so it should have a calming effect."

"To be honest, Li Yaozhi, you are the one who is truly hiding your talents." Wang Fuxuan said.

Li Yaozhi's words were ambiguous and sounded like a double entendre.

Li Yaozhi lowered his eyes and smiled: "Brother, you are too kind."

Wang Fuxuan glanced at the embroidery in his hand and said, "Our junior sister has lofty ambitions. You also contributed greatly to her writing poems like 'I am a phoenix from the southern mountains, how can I be like ordinary birds?' I am curious, do you really think so?"

"What are you talking about, senior brother? There are tens of thousands of capable people in the world, and Yao Zhi is just one of them." Li Yaozhi remained calm with a smile on his face.

"Are you still pretending even here in front of me?" Wang Fuxuan sneered.

He asked, "Li Yaozhi, since you are so proud and arrogant and don't want to be like everyone else, why are you willing to serve Xiao Yurong? Why are you content with the status quo and sit here copying books for her? Why are you willing to be punished for a willful princess every time?"

"A son of a rich family should not sit in the hall." Li Yaozhi's eyebrows did not even change in the slightest. "Your Highness is a descendant of a royal family, how can you risk your life?"

Wang Fuxuan held up the embroidery that she had just sewed a few stitches on in front of her eyes, and looked at Li Yaozhi on the other side through the thin silk.

He said meaningfully: "Beside this phoenix, if there is a venomous snake that is about to transform into a dragon, it will be more lifelike."

After he finished speaking, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Li Yaozhi on the other side. Li Yaozhi kept smiling, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

I practiced the piano in the morning, watched Li Yaozhi and Wang Fuxuan copy books and embroider for me, and then listened to Liu Pinjue's lecture in the afternoon.

The relationship between Xiao Yurong and Liu Pinjue has eased a lot, and they no longer have a tense and sarcastic attitude whenever they meet.

The days of house arrest were half over in the blink of an eye. She had been living a very comfortable life these days, even becoming much lazier.

It is easy to feel sleepy in the afternoon. Liu Pinjue sat on a chair, leaning against a silk hidden bag, reading a book in his hand.

Outside the window, cicadas are chirping and a gentle breeze is blowing, caressing my face without making it feel dry.

Liu Pinjue's gaze moved to Xiao Yurong. Xiao Yurong was kneeling beside a chair, in front of the desk, holding a book in his hands, but his eyes were closed.

She nodded her head like a chick pecking at rice, and it seemed that she was tired of reading and fell asleep.

Liu Pinjue did not call her. He watched Xiao Yurong becoming more and more sleepy and sleeping more and more soundly. In the beginning, she was just sitting with her head nodding, but later her whole body began to sway from side to side and was about to fall.

Finally, Xiao Yurong fell on Liu Pinjue's legs and rested his head on his knees.

Xiao Yurong was finally awake now, his eyes still shrouded in sleep.

Liu Pinjue raised his hand and stroked Xiao Yurong's hair. "Are you so sleepy? Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Xiao Yurong raised his head from Liu Pinjue's knees and said, "I dealt with some things last night, which delayed my rest time."

"In that case, go back and rest today. You won't be able to learn anything if you're so sleepy." Liu Pinjue said.

"How can that be possible?" Xiao Yurong said sternly, "A disciple should serve his teacher like a father."

She said such words without blushing or feeling nervous, and it didn't seem like she was feeling guilty at all, which almost made Liu Pinjue laugh.

Liu Pinjue said, "A disciple should serve his master like a father. These days I see that you have been enjoying yourself and have been living a very happy life. When have you ever come to serve me, your master?"

Xiao Yurong shook his head and said in a serious tone: "Teacher is eight years older than me. Once a teacher, always a father. If that's the case, how can I not respect him sincerely?"

"Other disciples visit their parents every morning and evening and are respectful in everything. But you come to my place and find fault with everything. You even make a fuss if there's not enough osmanthus sugar in the wine." Liu Pinjue sneered.

"Sir, you say this, but in fact, don't you try your best to meet all the requests I raise in this mansion?" Xiao Yurong said with a smile.

As the saying goes, a gentleman judges by his deeds, not his heart. To judge what kind of person a person is, we should not just look at what he says or what he thinks, but also look at what he does.

Liu Pinjue glanced at her lightly and said, "Princess, you are so noble. How dare we neglect you, my family?"

At this time, Cuicui walked closer, bowed to Liu Pinjue, and looked at Xiao Yurong with some hesitation.

Xiao Yurong realized that Cuicui had something to report, but was afraid of Liu Pinjue's presence and hesitated whether to say it directly.

She looked at Liu Pinjue beside her. Liu Pinjue raised his eyebrows and waited for her choice leisurely.

"Go ahead." Xiao Yurong said.

So Cuicui reported: "Princess, I have previously recruited many scholars who are willing to work in your mansion to write books. In addition, there is one person who is also willing to serve you, but this person..."

"Just what you said." Seeing Cuicui's hesitation, Xiao Yurong knew that this person might be a little special.

Cuicui said, "This man is the former Grand Historian's nephew, Gongsun Qin."

Gongsun Qian?

Xiao Yurong and Liu Pinjue looked at each other.

Gongsun Qian was also a famous romantic talent in the past. He spent all his time in brothels and was unrestrained, but he was also eloquent and talented.

His biggest hobby is drinking. He gets drunk every day. Usually, if you want to find him, you can find him in restaurants, brothels, and other places where people gather.

Among the literati, he dared to speak and write, and his writing was good, so he had a high reputation among scholars.

Especially after drinking, he became even more arrogant and couldn't control himself, because of his drunken talk, he was repeatedly criticized by Emperor Xiao.

Later on, he simply stopped being an official and started writing articles. He went to brothels all day long. However, just his writings and poems were worth thousands of gold each, and there were countless people who admired his talent.

The important point is that he is the nephew of the former Grand Historian, and the Grand Historian's family was exiled to the northwest after being imprisoned.

Emperor Xiao still remembered Gongsun Qian's talent clearly, so he ordered him to write a poem within seven steps and then left him in Yujing, where everything went back to normal.

After Gongsun Qian took two sips of wine, he was able to compose a poem in seven steps.

But a person like this... should have the heart of a playboy who can't sit still and doesn't care about official affairs. Why is he willing to be a guest of the princess?

"It seems that Qingqing is indeed very charming. Even someone like Gongsun Qin is willing to marry into the princess's mansion." Liu Pinjue said slowly.

Xiao Yurong ignored Liu Pinjue's sarcasm and said to Cuicui, "Since he came here on his own initiative, as long as his heart is sincere, Zhaoyang Mansion will not refuse anyone. If he is willing to come, then make sure he is well accommodated. I will meet him when I am released from the confinement and return to the mansion."

"Yes." Cuicui stepped back.

Liu Pinjue glanced at Xiao Yurong and curled his lips.

She was thoughtful. In order to show that she was of the same mind as him and had no suspicion, she asked Cuicui to report to him in person. In order to ensure that the details of the discussion would not be overheard, she said that she would meet Gongsun Qian after returning to the mansion.

It seems that Xiao Yurong has made a lot of progress.