My husband, please respect yourself. The princess is here to grab the bride.

The ninth princess Tang Xianxian never expected that Princess Changying would send her such a letter by carrier pigeon!

The carrier pigeon landed in Jiuye's room.

The letter was handed over to her by Jiuye!

Just a few lines of words, but it contains so much content——

Princess Changying did not fight the barbarians in the Western Wilderness!

Three days ago, Bai Shaoqiu returned to the Princess's Mansion.

Dongfang Changying said he only knew her as Lanlan...

The extremely clever Tang Xianxian immediately and accurately determined that Dongfang Changying was not in the Princess's Mansion!

But the two had already met.

Her first sentence said he called you Xianxian...

So he did mention himself in front of Dongfang Changying, which made Tang Xianxian feel a little better.

The second sentence says that he is not good at discussing the classics...

That dull guy told Dongfang Changying this. She also knew about "A Dream of Red Mansions" and knew that she wanted to read "A Dream of Red Mansions". It was obvious that the two of them were quite familiar with each other.

Then Bai Shaoqiu and Dongfang Changying must be together these two days!

Where are they?

A man and a woman alone!

Dry wood and raging fire...

Dongfang Changying is so beautiful!

And those long slender legs and those charming, lazy and alluring eyes!

Not to mention men, even she, Tang Xianxian, would be moved when she saw Dongfang Changying's face, figure, and nonchalant look!

We once slept in the same bed in Kyoto.

What a thin waist!

What strong legs!

What majestic... mountains!

She likes to wear loose linen clothes to cover up her overly conspicuous pride!

Tang Xianxian's mood suddenly became bad!

In terms of appearance, she is not inferior to Dongfang Changying.

but……

She bit her lips with her silver teeth and lowered her head, her eyes falling on her chest. After all, she was still slightly inferior to Dongfang Changying!

She took a deep breath, placed the letter on the candle and lit it.

Just watch it turn to ashes.

She stood up, walked out of the cabin, looked up, and saw the crescent moon in the night sky.

There is the sound of waterfalls in the distance and frogs croaking nearby.

In the gentle night breeze, a branch of a willow tree brushed against her face.

She was startled:

That’s not right!

Bai Shaoqiu intends to win the championship in the Zhuxi Literary Meeting. His starting point is to defeat Song Zigui again!

If he really won the first prize in the literary competition, it would be natural for him to participate in the Xiangshan Literary Festival to be held in Kyoto next autumn!

The girl's eyes suddenly lit up——

If he can make it into the top ten in the Xiangshan Literary Festival, he will be summoned by his father!

The Zhenxi Palace still doesn't like him, and even though Dongfang Changying has been with him for the past two days, she hasn't revealed her identity... It seems that Dongfang Changying still doesn't have much of a good impression of him.

He is the son-in-law bestowed by the emperor!

The identity of a son-in-law is like a shackle around his neck. When he is unhappy in the palace, he may want to break the shackle.

Dongfang Changying also hopes that he can break these shackles!

Dongfang Changying knew that there was only one way, which was to be summoned by his father.

He will ask his father to revoke the imperial edict!

If this is true, then if I ask my aunt to come forward, there is a high probability that this matter will be accomplished.

It’s done, Dongfang Changying and Bai Shaoqiu are no longer husband and wife!

Now Dongfang Changying has realized Bai Shaoqiu's talent. If she wants to keep Bai Shaoqiu, what she should do is to stop Bai Shaoqiu from winning the championship!

She wouldn't be writing this letter to herself!

I would not spend a huge sum of one hundred thousand or even two hundred thousand taels of silver to ask Mr. Fang to revise Lanting!

So... the purpose of her writing this letter was to ensure that Bai Shaoqiu won the Zhuxi Literary Competition!

It is just to allow Bai Shaoqiu to participate in the Xiangshan Literary Festival in Kyoto next autumn!

It's for her freedom!

That must be it!

Two hundred thousand taels of silver to buy freedom... worthy of being Dongfang Changying!

Among all the women in the world, she is probably the only one who can do this!

The girl's eyes lit up again, brighter than the moonlight!

Her heart started pounding again. After pondering for three breaths, she went back to her room to get a lantern and walked towards the small wooden house where the old scholar Fang lived.

……

……

Spring is here.

The moonlight is silver and the pear blossoms are fragrant.

Dongfang Changying carried a lantern in one hand and a food box in the other, and walked barefoot into the pavilion in the courtyard.

Bai Shaoqiu is still writing his "A Dream of Red Mansions", and has reached the eighth chapter.

This speed is quite fast!

Dongfang Changying even felt a strange feeling in his heart.

She felt that he seemed not to be writing a book, but rather... copying a book!

Because he hardly thought about it.

But the writing is so beautiful!

What a quick wit!

Even Master Du Ziteng...seems to be three points inferior to him.

She stood in the pavilion, looked up at Bai Shaoqiu, and a knowing smile appeared on her face.

This feeling is pretty good!

She gently placed the food box on the table, gently hung up the lantern, and gently walked to Bai Shaoqiu's side and looked over.

His eyes fell on the paper.

But she didn't read the words on the paper, she just liked it that way.

Is this probably what it means to have a beautiful woman with red sleeves?

She has forgotten the worthless waste of Xiling City she once was.

In her eyes and in her heart, there is only this serious and handsome young man who is writing furiously with a charcoal pencil!

He's clearly my husband, but now he seems to be having an affair...

So the girl pursed her lips and became even more happy.

Because...it's fun and exciting!

Bai Shaoqiu didn't look up. He finished the eighth chapter, took another piece of paper, and wrote a line without thinking:

Chapter 9: A romantic friend enters a private school, and a suspicious naughty boy causes trouble in the school

Putting down the charcoal pencil in his hand, Bai Shaoqiu stood up straight and turned his head.

Dongfang Changying's slender neck was still stretched out!

When Bai Shaoqiu turned his head, their faces were very close to each other.

"ah!"

Dongfang Changying was startled and quickly took a step back, her face suddenly flushed.

Bai Shaoqiu's gaze was still on Dongfang Changying's face, and his heart was also a little moved at this moment.

He took a deep sniff—

There is not only the fragrance of pear blossoms in the air!

There is also a scent of orchid coming from this girl that is stronger than the scent of pear blossoms!

The atmosphere was a little awkward, and Bai Shaoqiu said:

"Lazy,"

"Ok?"

"When does the Zhuxi Literary Festival start?"

Dongfang Changying had calmed down and took another step forward. He opened the food box as if nothing had happened, took out a can of stewed chicken soup and placed it in front of Bai Shaoqiu.

"It starts at Si time... Come, drink this chicken soup while it's hot."

"Okay, then we have to set out at 11:00 AM tomorrow... and go into the city."

Dongfang Changying was slightly stunned: "What are you going into the city for?"

"I want to show Uncle Fu the first eight chapters of The Story of the Stone."

“…Who is Uncle Fu?”

"Oh, the former butler of the Bai Mansion...let him handle the bookstore business."

Dongfang Changying paused for three breaths and asked, "Have you found a shop yet?"

"I don't know. I'll ask Uncle Fu tomorrow."

"Oh...Okay, drink the soup first."

"Thank you!"

Dongfang Changying smiled sweetly, sat down opposite Bai Shaoqiu, lazily leaned on the table, and just watched Bai Shaoqiu drink the soup.

"This Stone Record... have you already thought about how to write it?"

"Well... you're right. I've been thinking about this book for six or seven years."

"Tell me, if Princess Changying knew you were so talented and was willing to spend the rest of your life with you, would you still go to Kyoto?"

Bai Shaoqiu finished a can of chicken soup.

He raised his eyes and looked at Dongfang Changying:

“Emotions are a two-way street.”

"What I mean is, even if Princess Changying is willing... I might not agree."

"The power of the palace is not important to me; it belongs to them."

"As for me... as I told you before, I have no ambition for officialdom. I just want to have a few taels of silver in my pocket and live a leisurely life."

"Just like this."

"Good!"

Dongfang Changying didn't say anything else.

She thinks this is fine now.