Reborn, seduced the prince and killed his wife to become his favorite concubine

"Princess, you must have been working hard these past few days, right? I have specially cooked a ginseng chicken soup for you. I cooked it slowly over a low fire. I am giving it to you to nourish your body."

In fact, she eats stews every day, and the fire is always low.

"Then I won't be polite."

Su Rong also accepted it generously.

"I came here today to tell you that there will be a poetry reading tomorrow night. You can go if you want, but remember to come back at night."

She was in the examination room these days, but her mind was on the poetry meeting.

Since Shen Zhishu likes poetry, she must have a special liking for talented men. She always arranges a few people to pick and choose for her.

"Yes, I will remember the princess's teachings."

Shen Zhishu looked very happy.

Then, Su Rong returned to Jingyi Courtyard.

"Where is the prince? Where has he been these days?"

She thought Yan Chu would be waiting for her at home, but after such a long time, there was still no sign of him.

While she was disappointed, she was also a little worried. Did he no longer love her?

"I have no right to ask about the prince's affairs. I only know that he has been away for many days and has taken several guards with him."

That should be for official business.

Su Rong felt annoyed when she heard this.

Let him go, he didn't even leave a letter. There are no mobile phones, no communications, and no circle of friends in this poor place. How would she know his whereabouts?

"Take a shower and go to bed."

She had a gloomy face and was sulking alone.

The next day, there was a poetry gathering in Wenfang Street.

The entire street was hung with colorful lanterns, and each lantern had a riddle written on it.

This is a riddle contest that is valid for all civilians. There are prizes for guessing, and the top three will receive prizes tonight.

Shen Zhishu was wearing a light dark blue dress that only reached her ankles. She also had a golden butterfly mask on her face, covering half of her face and concealing her gorgeous facial features.

Her long hair was tied up into a lady's bun, and Bi Tao was by her side. Five meters away were the two guards she brought as a dowry.

Looking at this lively scene, Shen Zhishu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It was really nice to be able to go out for a walk.

But today she came to the poetry meeting to find someone.

During the poetry gathering in the previous life, the Shen family had fallen on hard times. At that time, Shen Zhishu, in order to seek a way out and send some silver to his exiled father, came here to seek help.

Finally, he fell into the trap set by Su Rong, mistakenly trusted Huang Gui's father, and ruined his life.

Today, the Huang family has long been destroyed, but the restaurant that Su Rong left behind on Wenfang Street is still there. In her previous life, after Huang Gui got tired of her, she was locked up in the restaurant, constantly entertaining guests and serving his wealthy friends.

And Su Rong had been watching her being tortured day and night in secret.

This restaurant was also one of her bases in Kyoto for gathering information and arranging assassins. Now that she knew about it, she had to find a way to destroy it.

After taking a stroll, she strode towards the crowded Tinghonglou.

In a room on the top floor, Su Rong was a little surprised to see Shen Zhishu actually walking towards her.

"It seems that there is no need to think of any way to lure her here. The fish is just hungry and needs to find food."

She really didn't expect that Shen Zhishu would come to her on his own initiative.

"Master, we have found several talented young men from poor families. They have received our money and are waiting for us in the lobby on the first floor."

"Then let's watch the show."

There are people guessing riddles outside and people reciting poems and composing couplets in the restaurant.

When Shen Zhishu walked into the lobby, she saw countless talented and elegant men reciting poems and composing couplets. She glanced around and saw that the waiter and the shopkeeper were the same people from her previous life.

Then nothing has changed, which is great.

She found a private room to sit down, ordered some side dishes, and could hear the sound of poetry competition outside.

But in his mind, he had already started thinking about how to destroy this restaurant.

Even though Su Rong is the princess consort of the King of Qin and they have a deep relationship, this princess of Qin has different thoughts from ordinary people. Before the King of Qin ascended the throne, she also had an unclear relationship with the King of Qin's mortal enemy, the King of Shuo.

Listening to "Dream of Red Mansions" is related to both of them.

As long as she could find a way to let the prince know the inside story of this place, Su Rong would surely not be able to keep her restaurant open.

"The sun sets with a vast sorrow, the eastward pointing of the whip is the end of the world, the fallen petals are not heartless, they turn into spring mud to protect the flowers."

While I was stunned, a familiar poem suddenly came from outside.

A man's voice.

As soon as this poem came out, the whole audience was boiling with excitement, and everyone praised it as a good poem. There was even a sudden silence in the audience, and no one could fight anymore.

Shen Zhishu was even more confused.

Isn't this the poem that Su Rong plagiarized from her world?

She curiously lifted the curtain and looked out, only to see a man dressed in coarse cloth and from a poor family standing in the middle of the stage, reciting this poem with great pride and confidence.

When she looked over, the man suddenly turned his head and saw her at a glance.

The next second, the down-and-out scholar bowed to her and performed a scholar's salute.

what's the situation?

Shen Zhishu was a little confused.

At this time, someone in the crowd asked the scholar's name, and he answered calmly.

"My surname is Liu, my given name is Yuan, and I live in Donghe Lane in Kyoto..."

He introduced himself in a babble and his voice was very loud, and Shen Zhishu could hear every word clearly.

Why would he do that when only Su Rong knows it?

Could it be that this person, like Su Rong, came from another world?

But this person did not appear in the previous life.

Shen Zhishu was a little confused for a moment, and couldn't help but walk out to find out the details of this Mr. Liu.

In a room upstairs, Su Rong saw Shen Zhishu who was brought out by a poem, and her lips curled up confidently.

"Master, your literary talent is truly amazing. Just one poem has moved Concubine Shen."

Qianyue on the side was even more excited and started to flatter her.

"I can do more than just this one."

She was secretly proud of herself. How could these ordinary people compare with the poems left by the ancients that she had memorized since she was a child?

"But Concubine Shen is too easily hooked. Is this poem so attractive?"

Qianyue felt strange.

How could a married woman fall in love with another man because of a poem?

"You don't understand. As long as you can accurately grasp the opponent's weakness and cater to his preferences, you can succeed. Shen Zhishu loves poetry, so he will naturally appreciate a gentleman with brilliant literary talent. Look at Liu Yuan. Although his clothes are shabby, he has a handsome appearance and his own pride. Ladies from noble families like this kind of scholar the most."

Su Rong said this with great confidence.

This was the conclusion she came to after reading countless novels.

The more ignorant the ladies from noble families are, the more they like the poor but principled scholars.

"My Lord, what you said makes sense."

Qianyue listened to this carefully, nodded, and felt that it made sense.

At this time, no one in the hall responded to Liu Yuan's poem for a long time.

"It seems that Master Liu's poem will win first prize tonight."

Some people in the audience started to make a fuss.

"Who said that? The poetry gathering has just started tonight, and I don't know how many people haven't arrived yet. Just because we can't do it doesn't mean others can't. Why don't we ask Master Liu to write down this poem and leave it here? If someone thinks they can do better, they can come here and try."

Someone proposed it and it was immediately seconded.