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

Of course, time is tight, so if Fang Ping can't make it, she can come.

But the main thing is that she and Fang Ping are now far apart.

Fang Ping is a guy who likes to create the image of a poet.

She also didn't know if she would clash with Fang Ping's poems if she used Tang and Song poetry at the palace banquet.

If Princess Zhaohua is unable to write a poem and is suspected of plagiarism, it will be a real disgrace to the royal family.

Therefore, the character must be established well and cannot be changed. She is just a storyteller and cannot be involved in too much poetry.

Fang Ping’s character is that of a poet, and she cannot sabotage it.

After all, we are all Chinese, so why make things difficult for each other!

Qi Yu savored those lines of poetry carefully and had to admit that although both were about wine, the latter had a much higher purpose than the former.

"Is this the poem written by Fang Ping?"

Zhong Ning nodded slightly.

Qi Yu recalled that he had ordered people to investigate Fang Ping. The information did indicate that this person was a student at the academy and had recently gained the reputation of being a poet. However, he was too busy at the time and only took a quick glance at him without paying much attention.

I never thought that I would miss a piece of unpolished jade.

"Don't waste time, hurry up and make arrangements. Since we already know they have ill intentions, we must be fully prepared!"

Qi Yu: "I'll go now!"

"Wait," Zhong Ning suddenly remembered that he still had a question to ask, "How is Yang Ying?"

Qi Yu's expression changed slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he replied: "Don't worry about her, His Majesty will take care of it!"

dispose of?

It seems that just as he guessed, the emperor would not accept a child born by a woman who cheated on him.

"I understand. Go ahead!"

Qi Yu immediately stood up and took his leave, leaving the palace in a hurry.

After sending the people away, Concubine Wu and Murong Xin, one in front and one behind, lifted the pearl curtain and entered the flower hall.

Murong Xin ran over first, took Zhong Ning's arm, and asked curiously, "Sister Zhong, the Fang Ping you were talking about just now, is that the boy who sang that day?"

Still remembering the young man's clear voice, Murong Xin's face flushed slightly and he asked impatiently.

"Yes, that's him!" Zhong Ning replied.

"He can also write poetry?" Murong Xin asked softly, "Do you know what poems he has written?"

"What? Are you interested in me?" Zhong Ning looked at Murong Xin with ill intentions. Seeing that Zhong Ning was not angry, Murong Xin finally felt relieved.

"No way, Sister Zhong, please don't make fun of me!" Murong Xin bit her lip slightly and refused to admit it.

"So there isn't one? Well, that's fine. I was planning to take a good look at the ladies in the capital during this time. If there's a suitable one, I'll help him get in touch with her after he arrives here to take the imperial examination."

"We're still friends after all, and he calls me sister, so I have to give him some advice, right?"

Hearing this, Murong Xin suddenly became anxious, "You, don't..."

"Why are you in such a hurry? It has nothing to do with you!"

"You..." Murong Xin was furious. He wanted to defend himself, but he didn't know where to start. He could only sit there and get angry.

Concubine Wu watched for a long time and could see that her daughter was in love, but didn't she like Xiao Yu's type?

Who is that Fang Ping?

Known as the Immortal Poet, he has the strength to crush the Seventh Prince of Beidi?

Concubine Wu expressed doubts.

"Ningning, do you know who Fang Ping is?" Concubine Wu asked, holding Zhong Ning's hand.

"I don't really know him very well. We are just ordinary friends. We have only met twice, but he should be going to Beijing soon. Your Majesty will see him then!" Zhong Ning replied.

Concubine Wu smiled faintly and continued, "Okay, I understand. Xin'er has always wanted to have a sister to get along with. Thanks to you, she is much more lively now."

"I also like people with pure natures like the princess!"

Concubine Wu smiled and patted Zhong Ning's hand, then continued, "In the past few days, many concubines and noble ladies have wanted to come to the palace to visit you, but I have always turned them down. You won't blame me for acting on my own initiative, right?"

"How could that be? I don't even know them. Thank you so much, Madam, for worrying about me!"

Concubine Wu smiled even more gently, "You know I've worked so hard, so you should cooperate. After the palace banquet, remember to write a few more storybooks. I want to be the first to see them!"

"Don't worry, Madam, you will definitely be the first reader!"

Concubine Wu felt much better. She looked at Zhong Ning and continued, "It's almost time to rest. It's time to train!"

Zhong Ning: …

When will this damn training end?

The palace banquet will come soon.

She couldn't stand this crappy job for even a day.

Zhong Ning started today's palace training with curses.

The teaching nanny's mouth twitched slightly. This is to learn etiquette, not to force you to go to the execution ground. There is no need to be so fearless!

There are still three days before the palace banquet officially begins.

Emperor Yong once again visited the harem to inspect Zhong Ning's progress in court etiquette training. Seeing that her every word and action was as standard as if strictly followed by a set of rules, he nodded in satisfaction, "Finally, she has acquired some of the dignity of a royal princess!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your compliment!" Zhong Ning performed a standard court ceremony, but saw Emperor Yong frown coldly, "That's outrageous. You were personally conferred the title of Princess Zhaohua by me, so you should address me as Father!"

"Yes, Zhaohua thanks father for the praise!"

Emperor Yong stroked his short beard with a smile. Just when he felt a little secretly happy, he saw Zhong Ning sit on the stool after being spanked, and fanning himself vigorously with a round fan.

He fanned himself while muttering to himself, "Finally I passed, but I'm so tired. My legs hurt from standing all day long."

Emperor Yong: ……..

Emperor Yong's eyebrows twitched slightly, and then he sighed heavily.

Forget it, after the palace banquet is over, I will send him to the princess's mansion.

Walk around the palace less often, or you’ll get angry to death!

"I heard that the prince of Xirong came to the palace to ask for an audience?" Emperor Yong turned to Murong Lan who was laughing secretly beside him and asked.

Murong Lan froze, quickly suppressing her smile. She replied demurely, "Your Majesty, Li Yuanche came to the palace to inquire about the date for the marriage."

"There's no rush for this!" Emperor Yong said calmly, regaining the dignity of a superior. "We'll decide after the palace banquet!"

Murong Lan raised her eyes slightly, her expression slightly shocked. This marriage was a key priority that had been being promoted. Why was it suddenly said that there was no rush?

Emperor Yong took a sip of tea and said, "The situation in the court is changing rapidly. Just wait and see!"

The sentence was said in a mysterious way.

Zhong Ning had a general idea in his mind. He was afraid that the marriage between the two countries was imminent, and various forces were surging and competing in the dark. The final outcome was unknown.

The competition in the dark will soon turn into an open confrontation.

In this light, the Double Ninth Festival Palace Banquet is even more exciting.