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

But in the next moment, he forced himself to calm down.

Something must have happened that caused the princess to change her mind temporarily.

On the other side, Mo Xin followed Murong Xin and spoke cautiously: "Your Highness..."

Your Highness, what happened?

In the past, if a palace maid committed such a crime, she would be punished with fifty strokes of the cane or forced to kneel under the scorching sun for a whole day!

But today, His Highness let him go so easily.

"Shut up, I know what you want to ask... I don't want to say it..." Murong Xin said with a cold face, trying to save face.

She would never admit that when she saw the frightened look on the little palace maid's face, she suddenly felt that she was still a child!

It would be such a pity if a child died before he grew up!

She was definitely not affected by being scolded by Sister Zhong today.

What do you mean we are all human beings, they are just slaves.

How can they be worthy of being human beings?

They are different from me!

It’s just different!

Sister Zhong is wrong!

She is right!

Murong Xin locked herself in the room, constantly reflecting on what happened today. However, no matter how hard she tried to comfort herself, she would inexplicably think of the extremely disappointed look in Zhong Ning's eyes when he looked at her for the last time.

This night is destined to be a restless night.

All kinds of people kept appearing in her dreams.

Those are the numb eyes of the people on the street struggling for life, those are the pitiful eyes of the old beggar lying on the ground flattering and begging for survival, those are the terrified eyes of the little palace maid who has made a mistake and keeps kowtowing and begging for mercy.

And there was the disappointed and sad look in Sister Zhong's eyes when she looked at herself.

With a whoosh, Murong Xin sat up from the phoenix couch and kept breathing in the fresh air. It was just dawn and it was still early, but she no longer had the mood to rest.

She was already well protected.

The Dayong that she understood was always a prosperous and peaceful Dayong.

But now I suddenly feel that I seem to be blinded by one thing.

Well, I'm in a bad mood and it's hard to relieve myself. I really want to go see Sister Zhong.

If she were here, she would definitely take me to play the most fun games.

But now, the two of them had just had an argument. If I rashly go to their house, wouldn’t it be very embarrassing?

Thinking of this, Murong Xin collapsed back onto the bed.

Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, she won’t come to my house on her own initiative!

She is right!

Thinking of this, he fell asleep again in a daze.

Until daylight comes.

Mo Xin suddenly came over mysteriously and told her that the guards discovered that a man in plain clothes, holding something in his arms, suddenly went to the princess's mansion next door.

"A commoner?" Murong Xin frowned slightly. "Did Sister Zhong let him in?"

Mo Xin nodded, "The guards saw it clearly. The man successfully entered the door, and the guards over there even respectfully addressed him as Master Fang!"

"Is it Mr. Fang?" Murong Xin's eyes lit up. How could she forget that Mr. Fang was the talent invited into the palace by the Black Dragon Guard to deal with the Seventh Prince of Beidi.

Now, still in Kyoto.

He and Sister Zhong are close friends, so how could he not pay her a visit?

"Hurry, hurry up and dress up for me. I'm going to visit Sister Zhong!" Murong Xin didn't care about face anymore and got out of bed to put on her shoes.

"Your Highness, didn't you say yesterday that you would never go to the princess's mansion next door in the near future?" Mo Xin asked in a low voice.

Murong Xin immediately glared at her, "What nonsense! Although Sister Zhong and I had a dispute, how can we be so estranged from each other? I'll go apologize to her, and this matter will be over."

Mo Xin:.......

All right! You are the master, you have the final say.

...

In the Qinghui Pavilion in the back garden of the princess's mansion.

A group of maids came in, placed snacks, tea and fruit plates on the stone table, and then left like flowing water.

Zhong Ning wore a phoenix-tail skirt with a pattern of butterflies and flowers, and a high bun. She wore a long phoenix hairpin with red gold, gold-inlaid oriental pearl earrings, and a red gold coiled dragon necklace.

Her forehead is adorned with a red phoenix feather flower ornament.

It is elegant, generous and noble.

Fang Ping was stunned for a moment, completely dumbfounded.

His thoughts went back to the time when he first met Zhong Ning. She was dressed in plain clothes and looked heroic with a hint of prettiness. She knocked him out with one move.

He was extremely cold and unapproachable even when he was talking and laughing.

If it weren't for the fact that they were from the same hometown, Fang Ping felt that Zhong Ning would have killed him right then and there.

And it happened without anyone knowing, making him disappear from this world forever.

Thinking of this, Fang Ping still felt scared. He came here just to confirm some of the things he had guessed.

When he arrived at the princess's mansion as promised, he suddenly felt that the gap between him and his fellow villager was getting bigger and bigger.

One has crossed the class barrier and joined the royal family, while the other is still staying in the commoner area, waiting for the imperial examination to come and fight for himself.

But now, he suddenly felt that if he could hold on to this thick thigh, then why would he still take part in the imperial examination?

He is just an artistic young man who likes singing and acting.

He can neither be an official nor govern. If someone like him were to govern a region, he would probably be killed by those veteran politicians.

Although he had also thought about traveling through time and space, waking up to take power over the world and sleeping on the lap of a beautiful woman.

But the fact is, he knows himself well and he really doesn't have that ability.

Even the poems were copied!

Speaking of copying poems, he suddenly felt a sense of crisis!

Fellow villager, help!

Fang Ping instinctively wanted to shout this, but he held back. He straightened his posture, set the wrapped guitar aside, and bowed deeply to Zhong Ning: "Your Highness, I greet Her Royal Highness the Princess!"

With a "puff" sound, Zhong Ning almost spit out the tea he had just taken a sip of.

She waved her hand, asking everyone to leave. Then she jokingly said to Fang Ping, "Please stand up quickly, Immortal Fang. I am just an ordinary person. How dare I accept such a gift from the Immortal Poet?"

"Mockery, this is naked mockery. Others don't know the reason, but doesn't Your Highness the Princess know it?"

Fang Ping didn't act pretentiously. He stood up straight and sat on the stool. "Princess, please don't make fun of me anymore. I'm so embarrassed by my shallow face."

After saying this, he pretended to wipe his face with his sleeve to express his embarrassment that fortunately he still had his face intact.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. What do you want from me?" Zhong Ning picked up a piece of osmanthus cake with her jade fingers and put it into her mouth, asking while eating.

"Tsk tsk,... Your Highness the Princess went on an incognito visit, why didn't you even say hello to me? If I knew you were the princess, how could I dare to be so presumptuous?"

"There are reasons for this, and I'm not deliberately concealing it. Besides, you, Fang Ping, built your reputation as the Immortal Poet yourself. I later gave you a push, sending you directly to the altar, attracting the attention of the Emperor and the four kingdoms." At this point, Zhong Ning looked at him with a pretentious look:

"With this noble lady like me, I can help you become the hero of a cool novel. How about it? Are you touched?"

"Haha, I dare not move, I dare not move..." Fang Ping replied with a fake smile, "Even if I were welded here, I wouldn't dare move!"