After swallowing my anger and taking the blame, I became the lucky little queen

After reading it, the emperor couldn't stop laughing. He asked the eunuch to keep the words to himself and hang them in the imperial study after returning to the palace. He also rewarded Miss Chen greatly.

This is a great honor for a girl.

Miss Chen knelt down hurriedly to express her gratitude.

As soon as the reward was given, the girls who were lining up for the group dance were ready and were about to introduce themselves, but Wang Yuejiao got there first.

They were not angry, as this kind of thing is based on first come, first served.

Wang Yuejiao smiled generously and said in a loud voice, "Your Majesty, I have no talent or virtue, so I guess I won't get your praise.

But I heard that Miss Li is good at poetry, so how about asking her to compose a poem to liven up the atmosphere?"

Li Yaoyuan's heart skipped a beat and she looked around. She was the only one with the surname Li.

She had a grudge against Wang Yuejiao, so it was normal for her to be targeted.

But Wang Yuejiao could see from the moment that she was reminded that she knew she wouldn't be able to perform well on the spot, so she asked her to compose a poem on the spot.

Emperor: "Miss Li? Which Miss Li?"

"Li Yaoyuan, the daughter of Li Zhiyi, the judge of the Ministry of Works." Wang Yuejiao looked at Li Yaoyuan slowly, with a dagger hidden in her smile.

Li Yaoyuan stood up gracefully and said, "Your Majesty, my father is Li Zhiyi."

Concubine Ning: "This girl is dignified and steady."

No matter how hard a person tries to hide her inner self, her temperament is difficult to change, and her general character can be seen from her behavior.

The emperor nodded in agreement, "I think it's a good idea, too."

He slapped his thigh and said, "Except for the painting that Miss Chen just made, all the other nights are singing and dancing. Why don't Miss Li start it? If anyone is interested and wants to participate, I will reward them all. What do you think?"

Naturally, no one dared to say anything bad, and everyone agreed.

Li Yaoyuan was in a dilemma. It wasn't that she didn't know how to do it, but she needed to think a little longer.

In order to increase the difficulty, Wang Yuejiao made another request: "Since you have to write, why not write something more challenging? How about we write a seven-character poem on the theme of wine? If Miss Li can't write it, she will have to punish herself with a pot of Lingyun wine."

Li Yaoyuan looked pale.

There are two most difficult forms of ancient poetry to write, one is the five-character quatrain, and the other is the seven-character regulated verse. Wang Yuejiao specifically requested the seven-character regulated verse, and if she couldn't compose it, she would be punished by being given a pot of Lingyun wine, which is considered the strongest wine in Shengjing. Isn't it obvious that they wanted to embarrass her?

The emperor agreed happily.

She had no choice but to rack her brains to think.

Everyone in the tent fell silent, and like Li Yaoyuan, they were also thinking about how to compose these seven poems.

Wang Yuejiao was very proud. She sat down and stared at Li Yaoyuan.

Seeing that Li Yaoyuan's brows were furrowed and she was clenching her handkerchief, it was obvious that she couldn't think of anything. She felt relieved instantly.

A quarter of an hour later, the emperor was a little tired of drinking. Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Concubine Ning reminded him, "Miss Li, haven't you made up your mind yet?"

Li Yaoyuan managed to say: "The nectar is intoxicating, and makes one forget worldly matters."

She couldn't think of the second half of the sentence and was willing to admit defeat.

"I am a humble servant who has little talent and knowledge and has disappointed His Majesty. I will punish myself by drinking a pot of Lingyun wine."

Wang Yuejiao was waiting for this moment.

The man's table was filled with Lingyun wine, which was not difficult to find. She immediately signaled the maid to bring a pot over and personally handed it to Li Yaoyuan, "Miss Li, please."

Li Yaoyuan's face turned pale, and his hands were shaking as he picked up the wine jug.

She only dared to drink a little Yamanashi liquor, let alone Lingyun strong liquor.

She swallowed, but still didn't dare to drink.

"Your Majesty, isn't it too much to ask Miss Li to drink such strong liquor? You can tell from the looks of it that she can't drink." Concubine Ning came to her rescue.

Concubine Ning had long noticed that Wang Yuejiao was deliberately making things difficult for Li Yaoyuan, but she thought Li Yaoyuan could handle it, so she didn't speak up to stop her. She didn't expect that this girl would lose.

She had no friendship with Li Yaoyuan, but she had met her at the welcoming banquet for the Princess of Xisu Kingdom.

Li Yaoyuan played the guqin after Qin Guanqing played the flute. The two pieces of music were the same. There were many different opinions at the time, and most people believed that Li Yaoyuan tried to attract the attention of the second prince in this way.

Concubine Ning paid a little more attention to her at that time, purely out of curiosity about what kind of woman she was. After all, she played the piano very well. After observation, she found that she was generous, dignified and polite, so she left a good impression.

Now Wang Yuejiao was deliberately making things difficult for Concubine Ning, who was a little uncomfortable with it, so she started to meddle in other people's business.

The emperor was in a dilemma. It was true that this was said, but the rules had been set before, so how could he change them at will?

Li Yaoyuan has always been good at reading people's expressions. She smiled at Concubine Ning and said, "Thank you for your consideration, Concubine Ning, but I didn't finish the seven-character poem, so I should drink a pot of wine as agreed."

"This child is an honest one, I like him!" The emperor had an even better impression of Li Yaoyuan.

The girls were facing a formidable enemy. Concubine Ning spoke for Li Yaoyuan, and the emperor said he liked her. This was a dangerous signal.

They all looked at the Second Prince at the same time.

At this moment, Qin Guanqing stood up and left his seat, walked past a few low tables, crossed the aisle, and walked to Li Yaoyuan.

When the two of them stand together, they really look like a couple.

Li Yaoyuan looked at him blankly, "Second..."

Qin Guanqing took the wine pot from her hand and said, "Father, I will drink this wine for Miss Li."

He drank the whole pot of wine in no time. There was a little wine stain at the corner of his mouth. He wiped it casually with his sleeve and handed the pot back to Li Yaoyuan.

Everyone was stunned.

The girls were heartbroken.

Wang Yuejiao was dumbfounded. This time she was really shooting herself in the foot!

Before Li Yaoyuan could say anything, Qin Guanqing had already returned to his seat.

Concubine Ning smiled meaningfully.

She thought to herself that it would be nice if Li Yaoyuan became her daughter-in-law, but her own son seemed to be very fond of that younger girl as well. She really couldn't choose between these two girls.

No wonder my son is hesitant.

"The second brother still can't change his habit of being gentle and considerate to women." The emperor teased him.

Qin Guanqing laughed: "Father, how can being kind to women be considered a problem?"

The father and son were joking around, and most people were no longer in the mood to have fun, especially the girls, who were heartbroken.

Wang Yuejiao hated Li Yaoyuan to the core and thought that she had snatched the second prince away.

Li Yaoyuan noticed many malicious glances, but she ignored them all.

——At this time, Qin Junyu had already carried Nian Qiaoyue to her tent.

Nian Qiaoyue's residence was not far away. The camp was dark and there was no charcoal burning. As soon as you entered, you could feel the coldness lingering around your body.

Qin Junyu fumbled with the general arrangement and threw Nian Qiaoyue onto the bed. At this time, Nian Susu just lit the candle.

Qin Junyu stretched his shoulders, glanced at Nian Qiaoyue who was unconscious on the bed, and asked her, "What happened?"

Nian Susu was busy searching for silver charcoal in every corner of the tent. With his back turned to him, he replied, "Someone drugged my wine."

He raised an eyebrow, his eyes falling on a small wooden box at the end of the bed.

I looked at Nian Su Su again, but I didn't know what he was looking for, but I couldn't find it anyway.

He picked up the wooden box with one hand, dropped it at Nian Susu's feet, hooked the lid upwards with the tip of his shoe, lifted it open, and asked, "Are you looking for this?"