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

"I've just explained why Zhang Wanyu doesn't want to marry the prince. As for Zhang Wanting, have you seen 'The Legend of Zhen Huan'?"

Fang Ping nodded. It was a popular IP, so of course he had seen it.

"Zhang Wanting said that she had watched 'The Legend of Zhen Huan' and knew that none of the women in the harem were easy to deal with."

"She said she had no brains and couldn't compete with those women in the harem who would do anything to win favor. If she entered the prince's harem, she would be poisoned to death."

"In your opinion, she is just getting married, but to her, this is a life-threatening matter!"

Zhong Ning's voice was calm, with a hint of sympathy.

But this trace of sympathy quickly disappeared.

She really couldn't like Zhang Wanting, who had been using moral blackmail on her as soon as they met. But now, the prince's mother's family had been raided, and the forces attached to the prince had been almost completely destroyed.

I guess the prince has been imprisoned in the East Palace at this time and can't make any waves.

If it weren't for the war on the front line and the need for the title of crown prince, the emperor would have found a way to remove him long ago.

After all, this prince is not of true royal blood.

I'm afraid that now the emperor's plan is to first imprison the prince in the Eastern Palace and then let him die slowly due to illness.

Zhang Wanting's problem has basically been solved.

But, precisely because it has been solved, it is now more difficult.

There was no guarantee that she would not feel resentful because Zhong Ning refused to help at that time, and secretly create a collection of poems to justify Fang Ping's reputation as a copyist.

Thinking of this, Zhong Ning immediately asked, "You just said that the emperor summoned you to the palace to appear before him tomorrow?"

Fang Ping nodded repeatedly, a hint of anxiety on his face. "That's right. I'm going to the palace tomorrow. You have to help me think of a solution!"

"Why are you in such a hurry? Have you seen Joy of Life?" Zhong Ning picked up a cup of tea, skimmed off the tea foam with the tea lid, and then put it into his mouth.

"You mean, I should imitate Master Xiao Fan and recite poetry while drunk?" Fang Ping's eyes widened, revealing a clear look of stupidity.

Zhong Ning wordlessly put down the tea bowl. A clear "clang" sound instantly brought Fang Ping back to his senses.

"I mean, you can imitate Master Xiao Fan and say that you sleepwalked into another world and learned thousands of poems. These poems all came from another world and were not written by you!"

"Oh..." Fang Ping suddenly realized. Yes, he could do that. But then he felt troubled. "What if they don't believe me?"

"Why do you care whether they believe it or not? Just say so!" Zhong Ning said unhappily, "If you're really unsure, then you should have gone to the library! You can roughly describe it."

"Let's just say this is a description of a place you dreamed of, a paradise for scholars, and you happened to pick up a book of poetry."

“After the dream, countless poems came into my mind and became today’s masterpiece!”

"That way, even if someone accuses you of plagiarism in the future, you can explain to the emperor that perhaps someone, like you, is sleepwalking in another world."

Fang Ping suddenly understood.

In this way, even if they don't believe him, he can still recite poems. If these poems are not obtained from another world, how can they become famous poems throughout the ages as soon as they come out of his mouth?

And the styles are different.

There are all kinds of poems, including graceful, bold and unrestrained, and frontier poems. It is impossible for one person to have such poems.

Moreover, the addresses and allusions that appear in the poem are not from this world.

All doubts and disputes can be pushed into another world.

Thinking of this, Fang Ping scratched his head sheepishly. "Um, can you draw?"

Zhong Ning:........

"I've almost forgotten what our university library looks like. Do you still remember yours?" Fang Ping's voice gradually faded...

Zhong Ning rubbed her forehead speechlessly. Well, she has become an old nanny.

Not only do you have to help with ideas, but you also have to help with the aftermath!

"I want two bottles of Moutai, two bottles of French wine, and if you have Erguotou, a few bottles, just small bottles are fine.

There are also steak sets, fresh shrimp balls, hairy crabs, open-back grilled lobsters... small cakes, tiramisu, etc., and I want one of each..."

Zhong Ning put forward the conditions expressionlessly.

Fang Ping hurriedly and carefully expressed his loyalty, "It is my duty to show my respect to Her Highness. Don't worry, Princess. I have everything you mentioned. I will be sure to prepare it!"

"Oh, no problem," Zhong Ning said with a smile. "How could I refuse Fang Shixian's request? Don't worry, I will definitely take care of this for you!"

Fang Ping:............

The difference in your attitude before and after is too big!

"Come to my study with me, I will draw for you..." Zhong Ning smiled as if she was going to accomplish something great.

Fang Ping followed closely behind, feeling that the scenery of the princess's mansion was truly delightful. If he could live here, he would surely be inspired to create another masterpiece!

Walking into the study, Zhong Ning leaned over the desk, took a charcoal pencil from the box on the bookshelf, and began to draw on the rice paper.

Before coming here, she worked as a graphic designer. In order to do her job better, she also used her spare time to take online courses to learn illustration.

Although she is not as good as the great illustrators who can create masterpieces with just a few strokes, she still understands the basics of painting.

Depicting buildings and people is her best style.

She thought carefully and thought about it. There seemed to be a Xinhua Bookstore two stops away from the company. The bookstore was full of books, and it would be the most suitable place to use it as material.

Thinking of this, Zhong Ning began to make a rough sketch. With just a few strokes, he drew the general outline of the bookstore.

A quarter of an hour later, the interior scene of a simple bookstore appeared before our eyes.

Including the elevator in the bookstore, the clearly arranged bookshelves, the shadowy figures of various people, and the blurry figure of a young man reaching out to grab a copy of "Collection of Poems".

Fang Ping looked at the painting and couldn't help but give it a thumbs-up: "Your Highness, Princess, is truly the master of Ma Liang's painting technique!"

After saying that, he waved his hand and put out everything Zhong Ning needed.

In just a moment, the entire study was filled with all kinds of drinks, tea, snacks and meals.

Zhong Ning smiled happily and put them directly into the space.

She had almost finished the ones she bought before, and this batch would allow her to secretly eat them for a long time.

As for the wines, she planned to give them to the winemakers to taste a few and see if she could develop similar products based on the wines.

She had probably tasted the wine here before. It was very light in taste, but had a strong aftertaste, so people mostly liked fruit wine.

She doesn't know how to make wine. She only knows that the wine is made through continuous distillation, but she has no idea how it is done specifically.

Before I came here, I was just an ordinary office worker. How could I know such a secret recipe for brewing wine?