Back and forth: I brought supplies to help the impoverished prince

Tonight’s dinner is the hunted prey. As the grill is set up, the space is gradually cleared.

This was the custom of the Zhou State, using the harvested game as dinner. During dinner, noble ladies from aristocratic families would perform for everyone, and princes and generals would also dance with swords to entertain everyone.

"Sister, please sit down. It's so dark here and they can't see clearly." Wen Jiu turned around and pulled Qiao Shinian, asking her to sit next to him.

Qiao Shinian naturally sat down happily, eating the food in front of Wen Jiu, looking at the person in the red dress who appeared first. The fire below was bright enough to illuminate the people in the field clearly, and the night added a bit of haziness.

Mu Qinglan's performance tonight was different from that of other women. She stood in the middle of the field holding a sword.

"Your Majesty, if there is anything lacking in my performance today, please don't laugh at me." Mu Qinglan said and bowed to the emperor from a distance.

The sword dance is not as murderous as that of a man, but it has a sense of cuteness, flexibility and strength. The light posture like a swallow and the brisk steps are also worth watching.

"Wow, this is the life of a nobleman. Eating and watching beautiful women perform, and later I can see a handsome man perform." Qiao Shinian said as he stuffed a piece of cake into Wen Jiu's mouth. "In our place, I estimate that the ticket price for one person is five thousand. After a meal, the average cost per person is at least forty or fifty thousand."

Wen Jiu swallowed the cake with difficulty and whispered in Qiao Shinian's ear: "Sister, we're going to eat meat later. Don't feed me so many lotus cakes. Drinking water will easily make my stomach bloated. I'm saving my stomach for meat on purpose."

"Eat less meat. It's easy to gain weight, have high blood lipids and high blood pressure, and get coronary heart disease." Qiao Shinian replied in a low voice, staring at the sword dance below, wanting to applaud.

Seeing Qiao Shinian staring blankly at the bottom, Wen Jiu was curious, "Sister, you don't want to whistle, do you?"

"Get out of the way! Am I that kind of frivolous person? Beautiful women are applauded, and handsome men are whistled at." Qiao Shinian gently pushed Wen Jiu.

"Ahem, you two should be careful. Even though I've blocked a lot for you two, there are still people who can see your position." Lan Sheng beside him coughed lightly and gave a friendly reminder.

"Oh, okay, thank you." Qiao Shinian smiled gratefully at Lan Sheng.

After Mu Qinglan left, Qiao Shinian looked at Mu Qingchen, only to see that he was still sitting there coldly, with no change in his expression.

"Oh my god, such a beautiful woman with a graceful figure keeps looking at him, but he is not touched at all?" Qiao Shinian shook his head and said tentatively, "Wen Jiu, what do you say I should go up and perform a show later?"

"No, it's terrible. It's not that your dance is bad, but the consequences are terrible." Wen Jiu put his left hand down on the table, he held Qiao Shinian's right hand, and whispered, "Sister, I can't protect you now. A good person like you will be coveted by others, and I will be powerless to do anything."

"You know, women here are just tools for men. They are tools for showing off and scapegoating. So, if you attract too much attention before I can protect myself, I won't be able to protect you." Wen Jiu's voice was very low, and he whispered in Qiao Shinian's ear in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Qiao Shinian shook hands with Wen Jiu and whispered, "But they will always look down on you and suppress you."

"Didn't we agree on this? We'll have to stay here. It's okay. Bad words won't make me lose a piece of flesh." Wen Jiu smiled slightly and almost leaned into Qiao Shinian's arms.

What Lan Sheng said was right. Someone could see Wen Jiu coming over here. Seeing that Wen Jiu was almost leaning on Qiao Shinian's arms, a minister snorted disdainfully: "It's against morals! It's a disgrace to civility!"

After the son of a certain imperial censor performed a sword dance, he turned his gaze towards Wen Jiu and said, "Prince Chu Wen, do you dare to perform?"

"I'm not a geisha! I come out to perform when someone invites me. What's more, you don't even pay me for my performance." Wen Jiupi picked up the cup with a smile.

Qiao Shinian’s eyes widened. What the hell, Wen Jiu was so fierce that he offended everyone who had just finished performing their talent show!

You still say you want to stay alive! How can you stay alive?

"He's just a good-for-nothing with sweet words!" The young man put away his sword and sneered at Wen Jiu, "Chu Wen Kingdom didn't even find a decent prince! They probably didn't expect that a random prince would bring shame to the royal family."

"Oh, yes, yes, you are right." Wen Jiu responded with a smile. His shameless appearance made many people have a new understanding of him.

How can this scoundrel-like appearance be anything like that of a prince?

"You guys in Chu Wen country are not just a bunch of useless people, are you? The prince is useless, the palace maids and eunuchs are useless too, so we can't find anyone who can go on stage." Someone sitting on the same side laughed.

"I'm just curious. If you want to see talent shows, go to a brothel! Why are you yelling at me? I'm not a brothel girl who can't perform my talent shows at a single command! I'm a prince and I have the dignity of a prince! How can you perform your talent shows just because you tell me to? Who do you think you are? My father? Do I have to obey you at your command?" Wen Jiu stood up, drank the last sip of wine in the glass and threw it at the man who was speaking.

His voice was quite loud and everyone present could hear it clearly.

The corners of Emperor Zhou's mouth, which were originally upturned, drooped slightly as he sat high up. He felt that what Wen Jiu said was indeed dirty. Not only did he talk about himself, but he also implicitly criticized those who wanted to cause trouble.

"How dare you! Prince Chu Wen, are you saying that we and His Majesty are guests of the brothel?" Finally, the old prime minister stood up and pointed at Wen Jiu.

"You little brat! Your father, Emperor Chu Wen, wants to break the alliance, and now you are mocking all of us. Are you trying to start a war between our two countries?!"

Wen Jiu looked at the prime minister in the front and said coldly, "Didn't you force me to show my talent? Why are you putting the blame on me? King Zhou, are you all so confused about right and wrong?"

Without waiting for Emperor Zhou to speak, he continued, "You also know that it was my father who wanted to break the treaty. If you have the guts, go find him! Why are you yelling at me?! It's not me who wants to break the treaty! Besides, when two countries are at war, they don't kill envoys. Don't you understand this? Then where have you been as prime minister for all these years?! What's wrong with you?"

There was silence.

The whole place was very quiet.

Qiao Shinian wiped the sweat from his palms, took deep breaths, and was ready to go to hell with Wen Jiu.

She didn't blame Wen Jiu. Being weak was easy to be bullied.

But Wen Jiu is a soft persimmon that will burst. If you squeeze it lightly, it will burst all over you and it will be difficult to wash off.

She regrets it!

If I had known this earlier, I wouldn’t have told Wen Jiu so much about modern crazy literature, and I wouldn’t have told him that the post-2000s generation would create equal opportunities for everyone who oppresses them.

Regret!

The little spark of desire for the male protagonist in my heart was quietly extinguished. Which male protagonist is so crazy?

This is all her fault!

What else could I talk about? I had to amuse Wen Jiu by telling him crazy literature to calm him down.

As a result, he now goes forward courageously to defeat everyone.