After my soul traveled to ancient times, I don't want to be cannon fodder

Her previous resistance was completely extinguished after she was beaten with 20 boards by her stepmother. She had no martial arts skills and could not even run away.

She was really overjoyed to meet a fellow villager today.

But I didn't expect that even if I wanted to ask someone for help, I had to let them see my sincerity first.

However, Zhang Wanting held it tightly in her palm, and her secret could not be revealed easily. It was the foundation of her existence here, and the cornerstone of her survival even if she was kicked out one day.

Otherwise, she really has no value.

So what should we do?

Zhong Ning was a little impatient. "This is not a charity, and I will not take in people who are worthless. What's more, this is the first time we meet, and I don't owe you anything."

"Forget it, think about it first, figure out your own value, and then bargain with me."

"Alright, that's it. We'll discuss everything after the palace banquet!"

Zhong Ning looked at her deeply, then turned and left!

Zhang Wanting knelt on the ground, watching Zhong Ning's figure gradually moving away, her fingers gradually clenched. She also knew that she had been reckless today.

But her goal has actually been achieved.

Although Princess Zhaohua did not say it explicitly, it can be seen from her behavior that she did come from China just like herself.

However, Zhang Wanting sighed silently.

We are both human beings, but she is a high and mighty royal princess, while I am just a lowly concubine's daughter.

I can't even decide on my marriage.

He wanted to ask Princess Zhaohua for help, but it was obvious that she was very wary of him.

However, it is understandable, after all, we didn’t know each other before.

People don't have the obligation to help you.

Zhang Wanting stood up, brushed off the dirt on her skirt, and then walked towards the palace. As soon as she arrived at the palace, she walked around from the back to the seats, and saw her younger sister sitting upright, giving her a cold look.

That look was cold and scrutinizing, as if saying, don't cause trouble in the palace, otherwise the consequences will be something you won't be able to bear.

The stepmother even glanced sideways and gave him a faint glance.

Just one glance made her hair stand on end and she froze in place, not daring to move.

At this time, the poetry competition had ended.

Through the thoughtful explanation of the little palace maid, Zhong Ning realized that in order to save the face of the other country, the second game was ruled a draw, and the third game was ruled in favor of Beidi.

Originally, the victory in the second round was to save face for Xirong, but Fang Ping's poem "In spring, plant a grain of millet, and in autumn, harvest ten thousand grains. There is no idle land in the world, yet farmers still starve to death" is really very insightful.

As soon as this poem was published, it overshadowed the other two good poems. Neither the Western Rong nor the Northern Di could have the nerve to say that theirs was better.

But if they let Dayong win another game, will they still have any shame?

Fortunately, Emperor Yong was a man of insight and knew that he could not let them lose face, so he simply ruled it a draw.

In the third round, Fang Ping was substituted out.

No matter who took the field, they would all appear extremely embarrassed. After all, Fang Ping had taken the lead in the first two matches. If he could not surpass the previous two in this final match, his reputation would most likely be ruined.

Gu Mingzhe's face was ashen and he was unwilling to go on stage. Fu Lin even left his seat under the pretext of getting some fresh air. Chen Yan and Zhang Mingxuan looked at each other with bitter smiles.

As a last resort, Emperor Yong had to randomly pick one of them to go on stage to fight.

This game was doomed to fail, so a talented person like Gu Mingzhe could not be sacrificed. Zhang Mingxuan was born in the Pingning Marquis Mansion. He was good at martial arts since childhood and was skilled in archery and horse riding, but he was not proficient in literature. He was the most suitable person to take the stage.

Zhang Mingxuan stood on the PK field with a bitter face.

Everyone knew what Zhang Mingxuan was good at, so they also understood Emperor Yong's intention. This was a move of giving in, and he had no intention of winning.

Even the Seventh Prince of Beidi chose to remain silent on this matter.

Before the match, he was full of confidence, but Fang Ping crushed him so much that he lost most of his confidence. He was even glad that he didn't play in person.

Now, seeing that Emperor Yong is so understanding, he is quite sensible.

Therefore, in the third game, Beidi naturally won.

Without Fang Ping, Yelu Zhen could have appeared in person and composed a poem, which was enough to overwhelm the other two countries and win applause.

But even so, Yelu Zhen was still dissatisfied.

There is no other reason, it is just that among the four countries, Beidi is the strongest, followed by Dayong, Xirong and Nanzhao.

At such an important moment, Dayong dared to step on the face of Beidi, which is really infuriating.

So, at Yelu Zhen's signal, Yue Chongming stood up again, bowed and said, "I am not talented, but I would like to ask for advice from Master Fang!"

"Mr. Yue, the competition is over. Why not wait until after the palace banquet to discuss this privately? I see that the head of the family is very tired sitting here. Why not rest for a while?"

Zhong Ning directly attacked Beidi. What was he asking for advice on? What if he wasn't asking about poetry? How would Fang Ping respond?

"Princess Zhaohua is mistaken. This palace banquet itself is intended to be a learning experience. Young Master Fang is a genius, and Beidi will benefit greatly from learning from him. Could it be that Princess Zhaohua is unwilling?"

Yelu Zhen stared at Zhong Ning with a forced smile and spoke.

"How could that be? Compared to Fang Ping, the Seventh Prince is truly renowned throughout the world. Even if it's a request for instruction, it should be the talented scholar from Dayong who humbly seeks instruction from the Seventh Prince!"

Gu Mingzhe immediately stood up, saluted Yelu Zhen and said, "I am not talented, but I hope the Seventh Prince can give me some guidance!"

Yelu Zhen's face stiffened slightly, and he felt secretly annoyed!

He was suddenly placed on a high platform, and everyone's eyes were fixed on him. He waved his hand and said casually, "Princess Zhaohua is right. It's better to conduct such a consultation in private!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The palace banquet was still going on, but no one was in the mood to test each other anymore.

The little Nanzhao princess Meng Huanyan smiled slightly, and it was time to stir up some waves.

She looked in Murong Fu's direction shyly and timidly. That look was so full of affection that it almost made Murong Fu fall in love with her.

In just a moment, the singing and dancing on the stage had just ended, and Emperor Yong was about to leave. He was tired after sitting for so long.

Suddenly, Murong Fu stood up and walked to the center of the palace. He lifted up his robe and knelt straight. "Your Majesty, I have a favor to ask of you!"

Emperor Yong's eyebrows twitched slightly, and his fingers unconsciously clenched, "What's the matter, Crown Prince?"

"I wish to ask the King of Nanzhao for marriage. I beg for Princess Meng Huanyan of Nanzhao to be the Crown Prince's principal wife. I beg Your Majesty to grant my permission!"

After saying that, he bowed deeply and prostrated himself on the ground!

Murong Fu's request for marriage shocked everyone!

Emperor Yong's body swayed slightly for a moment, and then he asked in a hoarse voice:

"If I remember correctly, your mother arranged a marriage for you with the Duke of Yingguo. The Duke of Yingguo's legitimate daughter, Fu Ying, was already the chosen one for the Crown Princess!"

"Yes, I do have an engagement with my cousin from the Fu family. However, for several years, I have treated my cousin like my own sister. Therefore, I beg you, father, to cancel the engagement and marry Princess Meng Huanyan of Nanzhao as the Crown Prince's principal wife instead!"