After traveling through time, I became a princess in ancient times

Li Mubai released his clasped hands from Xue'er and stood up from the stone table, his sleeves fluttering, as free and easy as a scholar.

He looked at Princess Xia Yurou of the Northern Kingdom, his eyes full of admiration: "The princess's poem is profound and intoxicating. Mu Bai dared to write a poem based on this scene."

He gently waved his folding fan and pondered for a moment, then recited aloud: "The autumn is so deep and the love is so deep, the red maple leaves are like fire reflecting the setting sun. The golden wind sways the emotions and moves the thoughts, and we enjoy the autumn scenery together."

Ren Chenxi sat aside and nodded to Li Mubai in appreciation. After he finished reciting, he put down the teacup in his hand and said, "The top scholar is indeed very talented. I am here to join in the fun."

As he spoke, he stood up, swept his eyes across the crowd, and finally fixed his gaze on the fiery red maple forest in the distance. He murmured, "The autumn colors are like waves, and the love is hard to break. The maple forest is dyed with endless feelings. Where the golden wind and jade dew meet, we are drunk with the autumn light and don't want to leave."

Xia Yurou hugged Chenxi's arms, and said in a coquettish voice, "My Lord, you are awesome!"

Ren Chenxi's mouth corners slightly raised, and his cold appearance revealed a hint of tenderness under the sunlight. He gently patted Xia Yurou's hand, and a little excitement flashed in his eyes, as if he had received the most precious compliment in the world.

Heisha laughed, patted his chest, and shouted hoarsely: "Come on, come on, I will show you some poems that you can't even understand."

He stood up with a smug look on his face, and then began to recite: "The autumn wind blows and the leaves fall, I am the most passionate. I eat barbecued meat and milk tea to my heart's content, the princess is the most beautiful and I am the best!"

Liu Xiaoxue covered her lips with her slender hands and laughed so hard that her body shook: "Brother Hei, what are these things you made? Haha, they are even more unique than the skewers that my sister grills!"

"This is so down to earth, isn't it, Walter?"

He looked at Bai Sha, his eyes asking for help.

Bai Sha took a sip of milk tea and smiled faintly: "Not bad indeed, there is progress, at least it rhymes."

Her voice was calm, objective, and yet gentle.

Hearing this, Liu Xiaoxue reached out and gently poked Bai Sha's arm, and said coquettishly: "Sister Bai, Brother Hei is not worthy of your protection. He is just a blockhead, a blockhead who doesn't understand romance."

As he said this, he deliberately glared at Heisha. His look was so playful and cute that the usually crazy Heisha couldn't get angry.

Heisha raised his eyebrows, and said in a straightforward tone, "Laobai is my junior sister, so what's wrong with protecting me? But you, Xiaoxue, shouldn't bully others like this."

Liu Xiaoxue chuckled, took Li Mubai's hand, and coquettishly asked him to sit down, with a glimmer of pride in her eyes: "My Mulang's poems are much better than Heige's."

Li Mubai smiled and shook his head as he looked at Heisha: "Brother Hei's poems are simple and plain, which makes Mubai feel that they have a unique flavor."

Hei Sha heard this and deliberately provoked him, "Okay, you all want to bully me, right? Then, sister Xiao Xue, you are the one who laughs the most. Come on and show me what you can do."

Liu Xiaoxue patted her thigh and stood up, her eyes full of smiles: "Since Brother Hei has said so, then I will show my ugliness. The autumn wind rustles the leaves, and Brother Hei's passion is like flowing water. Although the barbecue is fragrant and the poetry is bland, it is useless to understand the romance."

After reciting the poem, she blinked deliberately, looked at Heisha with a hint of teasing, and said playfully: "Look, I am complimenting you with all of this."

Heisha's face turned red, his rough facial features twisted into a ball, and he gulped down the milk tea in one gulp, but unexpectedly choked and started coughing violently, almost dropping the cup in his hand.

He pretended to be both innocent and aggrieved and looked at Bai Sha beside him, complaining: "Old Bai, she bullied me!"

Xia Yurou nestled in the prince's arms and watched with great interest, a teasing smile on her lips: "Oh, oh, oh, Master Heisha, who is always fearless, is wronged?"

Bai Sha put down the cup of milk tea, stood up slowly and helplessly, and said in a steady voice: "Okay, don't bully Lao Hei. Since he cares so much, I will write a song for him, just to add some fun to today's party."

She slowly walked from the stone table to the edge of the maple forest, looking deeply into the distance. After pondering for a moment, she opened her lips and sang softly: "The autumn colors are rustling and the maple forest is full of maple trees. The heroic spirit of Heisha is better than gold. It is not my intention to be unromantic. The truth is revealed in the roughness."

When Heisha heard this, his eyes lit up, he slapped his thigh and laughed, "What a good poem! Lao Bai, your poem is so well done. Let's see who dares to look down on me."

The autumn wind blew again, and the maple leaves rustled, as if they were applauding Bai Sha's masterpiece in their own way.

Xia Yurou teased, "What does Sister Bai's poem have to do with you? Stop flattering yourself."

Heisha frowned, his fierce face full of seriousness: "My name is in it, how can it be okay?"

Liu Xiaoxue chimed in: "Our Brother Hei only knows how to write some sour dog food poems, and he treats them as treasures."

Jiang Wan rarely spoke up and said, "Yes, if this poem is about you, it would be really laughable."

After saying that, she took a sip of the tea in her hand, with a playful look in her eyes, as if she was watching a good show.

Heisha slammed the stone table hard, making the teacups clink, and grinned, "I'm not good at writing. What's the point of talking? Fists are more satisfying."

Xia Yurou had a sly smile in her eyes and jokingly asked, "Who among us can you beat?"

Liu Xiaoxue said crisply, "Sister Princess is pregnant, but she is still a mid-stage Grandmaster. Sister Wan can even kill a Grandmaster. And last time, my Mu Lang beat you to the point of vomiting blood. Have you forgotten?"

Xia Yurou's eyes were flowing, and she leaned lightly on Ren Chenxi's shoulder, smiling cunningly: "My prince is the King of Beiling, holding the Emperor's Sword in his hand, and the peak cultivation level of the Grandmaster, do you dare to fight? Even if you really fight, you may not be able to win. Even if you win by chance, be careful that this princess will beat you up after giving birth to Erbao."

Just as Heisha was about to attack, Xia Yurou added leisurely, "What's more, although Wanwan's husband Lin Yuan is at the peak of the Grandmaster level, he can control all things in nature. For example, the maple leaves in this forest may be able to turn into sharp blades in a moment."

Lin Yuan raised a helpless smile and waved his hand gently, looking at everyone with a smile in his eyes: "Princess, please stop flattering me. I am so insignificant that I dare not compare myself with you."

Li Mubai also smiled and opened his mouth, looking at Liu Xiaoxue with a doting look in his eyes: "Look, our Xue'er's words even implicated me. This party is meant to be a fun gathering, but don't let it really turn into a martial arts competition."

Jiang Wan smiled faintly, "Brother Yuan's strength is unfathomable. Even I may not be his opponent. Let's drink wine, eat meat, recite poems and write essays today, and don't let those fighting and killing things ruin our mood."

Heisha frowned, with a stubborn look on his face, "No, I will avenge my previous humiliation today."

He touched the death sickle at his waist and chanted a poem in a hoarse voice: "The heroic spirit of the Black Demon is as vast as the world, and a single punch can knock down thousands of mountains. I am not good at reciting poems or painting, but I can shake the world with my martial arts."

When the poem came out, everyone was stunned, and then burst into laughter. Hanhan, who was sitting in Sun Erniang's arms, was also amused by the funny scene and laughed. She patted Sun Niang's shoulders with her little hands, and her eyes curved into crescents.

Sun Erniang smiled and shook her head, then looked at Heisha and said, "Brother Hei, you are really great. You even amused little darling Hanhan. She is not so afraid of you anymore."

Heisha grinned and looked around triumphantly, his fierce face full of pride: "Haha, it's true, did you see it? Even the little princess is not afraid of me, which shows that I am also friendly."

Bai Sha chuckled and shook his head: "You are such a happy person. You can always make the atmosphere so joyful."

Xia Yurou gently stroked her undeveloped belly with one hand, her eyes gleaming with tenderness, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "It's not easy, my daughter is not afraid of you anymore! It seems that I have to let you accompany her more in the future, maybe we can cultivate a special friendship regardless of age, right, Mr. Hei?"

When Heisha heard this, he raised his eyebrows and grumbled in dissatisfaction: "What Uncle Hei? I am not much older than the princess. It is better for the little princess to call him Uncle Hei."

He actually bent down and gave Hanhan an exaggerated smile, and his fierce face looked naive at the moment.

Hanhan stared at Heisha with wide eyes and curiosity, and stretched out her little hand as if she wanted to touch his face that was as sharp as a knife.

Heisha approached cautiously, afraid to scare the little guy. Hanhan put her little hands on his face and giggled, as if she really regarded Uncle Hei as an interesting playmate.

Xia Yurou smiled, clapped her hands, and suggested, "Don't stop. Who hasn't written a poem on the theme of 'Autumn Feelings'? Let's continue this poetic feast."

Ren Chenxi turned his gaze to Lin Yuan with some expectation: "General Lin, let me taste it carefully. Is it the poetry of Li Mubai, the top scholar, who is better, or is it the general from a martial arts family who can shine at the family banquet?"

Lin Yuan smiled modestly, looking at the maple leaves in the forest, and then glanced at everyone: "Brother Mu Bai is very talented and knowledgeable, I know I can't compare with him. But since the prince has such a refined taste, I will dare to try it. The maple leaves dance in the autumn, and the forest whispers about the sorrow of parting. The sword points to the sky and the wind and clouds change, and everything becomes gentle with a thought."

Xia Yurou opened her red lips slightly, speaking with a hint of envy: "Look at Wanwan and Xiaoxue, they are so lucky, they both married top talents, one is a scholar and the other is a warrior, each has their own merits."

Jiang Wan's cold face showed a gentleness, and she said softly: "Although Xiaoxue and I are of different status, we both have good companions. Mu Bai is gentle and knowledgeable; and my brother Yuan is heroic and has outstanding martial arts."

A smile flashed across Lin Yuan's eyes, and he said modestly, "Princess, you are too kind. I am just a warrior, how dare I compare myself with Brother Mu Bai's talent?"

Liu Xiaoxue blinked her bright eyes and looked at Xia Yurou, her voice as clear as a bell: "Sister, Brother Lin and Mu Lang are both the best. They have brought happiness to me and Sister Wan."

Li Mubai smiled and looked at Xia Yurou tenderly: "Princess, you are too kind. Mubai and Brother Lin each have their own strengths. It is Mubai's honor to receive such an evaluation from the princess."

Ren Chenxi nodded in approval, his eyes moving between Lin Yuan and Li Mubai, and said with a smile: "General Lin and Li Zhuangyuan are both outstanding people, both talented in literature and martial arts, and each has his own style."

Lin Yuan chuckled and said to Ren Chenxi, "Your Majesty, you are too kind. Both Lin and Brother Li are kind-hearted people. All we want is peace for our country and the family, and harmony among relatives and friends. We can only show our strengths in civil and military affairs, share the worries of Your Majesty, and serve the country."

Li Mubai raised his lips to a gentle smile: "Your Majesty is right. We complement each other, just like maple leaves and breeze together paint a picture of love."

Heisha frowned and interrupted with a hoarse voice: "Hey, weren't we talking about a poetry contest? Why are you all praising each other? Isn't this off topic?"

Bai Sha patted Hei Sha's shoulder and said, "Hey, Lao Hei, you should say less. Don't make the princess cry."

Xia Yurou sighed softly: "Then let's stop flattering each other. We are all family, so don't let empty formalities ruin the mood."

Hanhan's little hand was still on Heisha's ferocious face. Perhaps she was frightened by the exaggerated expression, and she suddenly pinched that face, as if she was "punishing" Uncle Heisha.

Heisha felt pain, and his hoarse voice was filled with grievance: "Little guy, why did you pinch me? That's unethical."

Hanhan was so frightened by Heisha's scream that her little hands trembled and her eyes turned red instantly. Tears of grievance welled up in her eyes and she finally couldn't help but burst into tears.

Sun Erniang gently held Hanhan and coaxed her, but she seemed to be quite frightened and couldn't stop crying no matter how she coaxed her.

Jiang Wan's cold voice was mixed with a bit of tenderness: "My little baby, come and let Mother Wan hold you."

She stretched out her arms, her eyes full of pity.

Hanhan seemed to feel some kind of comforting power and stopped crying. Instead, she stretched out her little hand to Jiang Wan.

Jiang Wan gently took Hanhan in, put her face on her shoulder, and grabbed her mother's clothes with her little hands, as if she had found support. Her tears gradually dried up, leaving only tear marks.

Xia Yurou felt distressed watching from the side. She turned her gaze to Heisha and said with a hint of reproach, "Why are you bullying my precious daughter? You are already an adult, and you scare the child."

Heisha opened his mouth with an innocent look, and stroked his cheek with his rough hands, as if he was still savoring the sudden pain. He said aggrievedly: "Princess, it was obviously this little guy who bullied me. Look, my face still hurts!"

He deliberately squinted his eyes and pretended to be in pain.

Seeing Heisha being so exaggerated, Hanhan burst out laughing, waving her hands around and babbling, as if to say, "This is so fun, let's do it again."

Liu Xiaoxue glared at Heisha and said coquettishly, "Look at you, you made the little princess so happy, and you still said that she bullied you. It's obviously you, Uncle Heisha, who is bullying the weak."

Bai Sha said helplessly: "Stinky old black, why are you bullying such a cute little princess? Look at how you made the child cry and laugh. Sometimes you are not as innocent as the child."

Heisha's rough hand touched his cheek again, pretending to be in pain: "My face still hurts now, Princess, please help me. It was obviously the little girl who bullied me. Look at my face, it's almost swollen from her little hands."

Hanhan seemed to be very happy with Uncle Hei's amusements. She patted her mother Wan's shoulders with her little hands, giggled and babbled, her eyes curved into crescents, full of childish innocence.

Heisha pretended to be angry and grumbled. His ferocious face looked a little funny at the moment: "It's not fair! Everyone is bullying your uncle Hei, but you are the only one laughing so happily. You are so heartless, you have no conscience."

He reached out to tickle Hanhan, and the little girl was so scared that she grabbed Jiang Wan's clothes tightly, buried her little head in Wan's mother's arms, and babbled as if begging for mercy.

Jiang Wan rudely slapped the back of Heisha's hand away and said coldly: "Stop it, look how scared the child is."

Heisha chuckled, and his rough big hands gently stroked Hanhan's little head, his eyes full of doting: "Uncle Hei won't tease you anymore, the little guy is the bravest."

Baisha's gaze inadvertently swept across the interaction between Heisha and Hanhan, and a strange ripple actually arose in his heart.

Her face, which was usually as calm as a mountain, was now slightly softened, with a faint curve at the corners of her mouth.

In Baisha's eyes, she seemed to really see a beam of light shining on Heisha's body, a gentleness that Heisha had never possessed, which made her heart soften.