All the concubines in the harem are time travelers

Bu Ji lifted her skirt, walked up to the last step, and suddenly looked up to meet Li Ji's gaze.

He slowly turned his head to look at her, his jawline was tightly stretched, his cheeks seemed to move slightly, and his dark eyes seemed to be about to bring about a violent storm.

She had been playing with a chalcedony in her hand, tapping the jade surface with her slender fingers. The dull sound seeped into her ears little by little, making her heart tremble again and again.

Just because she doesn't care about the content of the letter doesn't mean that no one else cares.

"Read it to me."

He opened his mouth, and Wang Huai immediately came out from behind the screen and respectfully took the letter from Liang Xing. As soon as he took the letter, he heard the emperor's displeased voice.

"roll."

The emperor told him to get out, and he quickly stuffed the letter back into Liang Xing's hands as if it were a hot yam.

"You go."

Li Ji looked at Bu Ji steadily, threw the chalcedony in his hand at her feet, raised his eyes slightly, and there was a hint of hostility in his smile.

Bu Ji hesitated for a long time, but finally picked up the chalcedony at his feet.

Li Ji seemed to have a serious illness. He would not hand over things to others but would throw them away.

Only now that she had to save people did she follow his instructions and pick up the things.

She took the chalcedony, put it into her belt, walked towards Liang Xing, and took the letter from his hand.

Liang Xing looked at her with a faint smile, as if he was not afraid of death.

Bu Ji ignored him, opened the letter, and felt relieved.

I thought it was some shameful words, but it turned out to be just a simple greeting.

"It's a blue night, and my father is ill. Please don't worry about me."

This letter was written by Liang Xing. His strokes are so powerful that they can be seen through the paper.

"Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, I miss you so much, we are looking at each other by the river, I hope the lotus lanterns can help you pass the exam."

This letter was from Bu Ji, written in beautiful small calligraphy with the scent of ink. Even the paper was engraved with orchids.

Bu Ji flipped through it and found another letter written by Bu Ji.

This should be the last one.

"On the Shangsi Festival, I went out with you. I thought that there were few poems and essays left by Chen Qigong of the previous dynasty. When I went home, I looked through ancient books and found an imitation of his poem."

As Bu Ji was talking, he suddenly frowned.

Did she write poetry before? She and Liang Xing are close friends, no wonder Liang Xing is so persistent.

She put down the letter in her hand and looked at Li Ji.

"Your Majesty, these letters are just greetings between friends. There is nothing out of the ordinary in them, so they are not enough to serve as evidence."

"continue."

The emperor's commanding tone.

Bu Ji had no choice but to continue reading. It was just some ordinary words, nothing out of the ordinary, so he just continued.

"The house is quiet and the spring night is joyful. My heart is in a mess and my bones are gone. The petals have broken, and the willows are drooping and shaking their branches."

Obscene poems and lyrics.

She loosened her hands and a thin piece of paper floated to the ground.

She looked at Liang Xing in shock. The last letter "she" sent to him contained such explicit words.

If she remembered correctly, after the Shangsi Festival, the new emperor ascended the throne, and within a few days all the concubines entered the palace.

This letter was written by Bu Ji when he was waiting for selection in the palace. It was a serious crime punishable by the execution of nine generations of his clan.

Suddenly, a loud noise was heard from above.

The white porcelain teacup next to the emperor fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.

Wang Huai held his breath, walked quickly forward to clean up, and looked up at the emperor.

Li Ji remained silent, his face stern, his clenched hands placed on the table, his knuckles cracking.

"Bushi, do you have anything else to say?"

Thunderous rage.

Bu Ji knelt on the ground, calmed down, and spoke calmly.

"Your Majesty, I don't know. I didn't write these letters."

Li Ji lowered his voice, stood up from the dragon throne, walked to the bead curtain, and looked down at the two people kneeling on the ground.

"Come here, take Bu to the prison, and remove Liang Xing, the top scholar of this year's exam, from his post and hang him immediately."

"emperor!"

Bu Ji looked up at him with tears in her eyes. She felt as if she had eaten bitter herbs and was extremely aggrieved, but she could not tell him the truth.

Outside the door, the royal guards came in with swords in their hands, and the sound of their swords swinging was crackling.

Liang Xing showed no fear at all as he reached out to take out the golden medal of immunity from death bestowed by the late emperor from his bosom.

The late emperor said himself that the Lanling Liang family has been loyal and righteous for generations, and their sons can marry anyone.

The late emperor said this when he wanted to give the unfavored concubine to his father, but unfortunately his father had someone in his heart, and the matter was left unresolved.

His father could even marry a concubine, so why couldn't he marry a noble lady?

Not only could the emperor not kill him and Bu Ji, but he also had to personally grant them a marriage for the sake of the late emperor's face.

Since she is out of favor, why is the emperor so angry?

Liang Xing had just taken out the golden medal of immunity from death when he heard Bu Ji exclaim. He picked up the letter on the ground and pointed at it.

"Your Majesty, the name on this is not mine!"

"Look, it's really not me."

She broke free from the imperial guards and rushed before the emperor with the letter.

Li Ji lowered his eyes and glanced at her swollen eyelids. His eyebrows trembled twice and he immediately looked away.

Only then did he see the letter in her hand.

The signature is Bu Jiao.

"Good name."

He stared at the two words, suddenly laughed, and without hesitation helped Bu Ji up with one hand.

Feeling that she had lost all strength from crying, he moved to the side so that she could lean against him.

The letter in Bu Ji's hand was taken away by Li Ji. He took a glance at it, then waved his hand and threw it in front of Liang Xing's face.

"Liang Xing, take a good look at the name of the woman you are exchanging letters with."

Li Ji held Bu Ji, who was crying, in one hand. He couldn't hold back any longer, so he curled up his fingers with his other hand and gently wiped away the tears from her eyes.

From being arrogant and forbearing to being ruthless and ruthless, and now wiping away her tears with his own hands, Bu Ji couldn't understand the man in front of him. What kind of person was he?

Liang Xing didn't even need to look at it. He had silently recited this name in his heart countless times, secretly expressing his longing for her.

"Bu Jiao, the person I want to marry is Bu Jiao."

This time, Bu Ji finally put his heart at ease. He leaned his head against the emperor's chest and slowly closed his eyes.

That’s great, he said the person he wants to marry is Bu Jiao.

The best outcome is to recognize the wrong person.

He was the top scholar, a rare talent, and had made no substantial mistakes. The emperor would not kill him, and might even not demote him, allowing him to make up for his crime with meritorious service.

No one dies and everyone is happy.

Li Ji looked at Liang Xing who was kneeling on the ground with a sincere look on his face, a smile appeared on his lips, and his voice was nonchalant.

"My Bu Ji almost died tragically because of you."

Bu Ji suddenly opened his eyes and wondered what he had just said.

My...Bu Ji.

Oh, he said that because he told Liang Xing her name on purpose.

She looked at Liang Xing who was looking at her in surprise, and avoided his gaze guiltily.

There is only one family in the capital with the surname Bu. The Bu family has only two daughters, and there is no one named Bu Jiao.

Combined with the original painting, she actually had a rough guess in her mind.