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

"Brother Fu, are you just going to watch her bully me like this?" Meng Huanyan suddenly softened her voice and looked in the direction of Murong Fu in a tender voice.

Murong Fu saw the beauty not far away looking at him with a hint of grievance, and his heart suddenly tightened. Infinite pity surged from his chest, and he only wished he could hold her in his arms and comfort her.

"Zhaohua, don't be so rude! Princess Yongning is a guest from afar, how can you be so neglectful?" Murong Fu's voice was cold, but his eyes were fixed on Meng Huanyan.

When Meng Huanyan heard this, she immediately smiled happily and gave Zhong Ning a triumphant smile!

Fu Ying, who was sitting below and watching this scene, felt her heart was broken at this moment.

He just went to welcome an envoy on behalf of the emperor, but he put his whole heart on the Princess of Nanzhao. How could His Royal Highness the Crown Prince treat her like this?

Zhong Ning smiled faintly and did not answer.

She had a guess in her mind that Nanzhao was the best at controlling poison, and the Nanzhao princess was the best among them. If she took advantage of the opportunity when the prince came to welcome her to use the poison on the prince, it would not be impossible!

Zhong Ning felt itchy in his heart at such a magical technique.

She seemed to have a low-level copy card. If she could copy this skill of controlling poison, wouldn't she no longer have to be afraid of this little princess of Nanzhao using poison to stir up trouble in Dayong?

She had to think of a way to get close to this little princess.

Thinking of this, Zhong Ning's expression softened. She said to Meng Huanyan, "I'm asking too much, Princess Yongning, please don't take it to heart!"

Meng Huanyan: ….

Meng Huanyan's back teeth were about to break. What kind of unreasonable request was that? Wasn't it just implying that Nanzhao was uneducated and didn't even understand poetry?

Very good, Princess Zhaohua, you have offended me!

When I capture you, the Crown Prince of Dayong, and make you the Crown Princess of Dayong, I will definitely make you, this wild and ignorant princess, kowtow to me and apologize.

Meng Huanyan smiled and glanced at Murong Fu with a coquettish and angry look. Just one glance made Murong Fu's heart tremble.

Fu Ying felt even more upset.

She didn't care about maintaining her image as a gentle and indifferent person. She just felt that the look in that bastard's eyes when he looked at other women was particularly glaring.

I really want to poke him blind!

Nanzhao confirmed that it would not participate, and the other three countries expressed no objection!

Before the competition began, Gu Mingzhe, Fu Lin and others looked at each other. When selecting the candidates for the first round of competition, they were more inclined to push others up to test the waters first.

Good jade also needs to be matched with stones!

If Shitou is defeated, then these Kyoto talents will have to clean up the mess. After all, not everything will cooperate with them.

After a discussion, they were about to send Fang Ping out to test the waters when they suddenly heard Princess Zhaohua beside them say, "Fang Ping!"

As the voice fell, a young man in a blue robe stood up from the table and walked calmly to the front!

Gu Mingzhe and others immediately glared at him.

"Princess Zhaohua, what do you mean by this? It's their business to nominate someone, but you're just letting Fang Ping take over without even saying hello. Aren't you showing them disrespect?"

However, Zhong Ning paid them no attention. He turned directly to the seated Emperor Yong and said, "Father, this is just a test round to stimulate discussion. How about Fang Ping taking the field?"

Emperor Yong smiled and nodded. What's the point of throwing a brick to attract jade? He had heard from Qi Yu that this Fang Ping was the real jade!

In addition, Zhong Ning just suggested that starting from the first round, the winner should take the position and the loser should be replaced. It is clear that she intends to crush the entire field with one person.

Emperor Yong looked at the young masters of the capital who were looking a little resentful and couldn't help but sigh slightly. This little devil, does she really look down on the talented men of Kyoto?

In response to this, Zhong Ning said that it was not that he looked down on Fang Ping, but that Fang Ping was more cost-effective!

After all, he has the Immortal Poet, the Sage Poet, the Buddha Poet, the Ghost Poet, the Sage of Ci, the Dragon of Ci... and many other big guys behind him to help him!

However, there is a small problem with this.

This time, the meteorite had brought her and Fang Ping to this time and space, but there was no guarantee that there were no other time travelers mixed in.

What if all three parties have time travelers helping them?

Zhong Ning swallowed silently, it all depends on how good everyone is!

We are all plagiarists, so stop setting traps for each other.

But if Fang Ping doesn't go up, and the other side has the help of time travelers, then Dayong will be doomed.

In this case, you might as well give it a try!

Now we can only hope that the place the time traveler traveled to was Dayong, not Beidi and Xirong!

It was just right, she could also observe and see if there were other fellow villagers on the field!

The competition begins!

The representative of Beidi was the deputy envoy Zhang?, and the representative of Xirong was a young Hanlin named Bai Gao!

Nanzhao directly abstained, and the representative of Dayong was Fang Ping!

Compared with the two opposing parties, they are all officials appointed by the imperial court.

Fang Ping is a commoner and a student waiting for the imperial examination, which makes him seem a little unqualified. But since Princess Zhaohua of Dayong personally nominated him, I am afraid that this Mr. Fang must have real talent and knowledge!

Chen Yan, Gu Mingzhe, Fu Lin and others looked coldly at Fang Ping who was the first to stand in the middle of the field. They also wanted to see what kind of abilities this unknown person who suddenly appeared had.

"How about asking our Emperor of Dayong to set the questions for the first round?" Prime Minister Gu Mingyi spoke first.

Although he didn't know why Princess Zhaohua wanted an unknown person to take the stage, it would be a good thing for his son if someone could set an example!

It’s fine for the rest of the people to do that. Since they are on someone else’s territory, they naturally have the final say.

But in the second and third rounds, it won’t be so easy to give up.

Emperor Yong pondered for a moment before speaking aloud, "The Double Ninth Festival Palace Banquet is a national celebration, so the theme should be Double Ninth Festival!"

In the center of the palace, writing tables had already been placed in three different directions, and the three challengers were arranged behind them respectively.

When they heard that the theme was Double Ninth Festival, Zhang Yu, Bai Gao and Fang Ping all fell into deep thought. Then, they picked up their pens, dipped them in ink, and wrote fluently.

Everyone had guessed the first theme a long time ago, especially those who are well versed in this field. Since it is such a festival, how could they not choose this as the topic?

They had already made full preparations.

After finishing the poem, the three of them stopped writing!

First up is a poem by Bo Gao, a Hanlin scholar from the Western Rong region: [Oranges and greens, tangerines and maples crimson, the best scenery of the year comes during the Double Ninth Festival. Don't lament the passing of time because of falling leaves, for next year the branches will be green again.]

The voice reciting this poem was so rhythmic that everyone was mesmerized!

It is unexpected that although the literary style of the Western Rong is not well-known, there are such great poets hidden in the court. It can be seen that Li Yuanche came well prepared!

Li Yuanche, the second prince of Xirong, felt the questioning and astonished gazes of the crowd, but he remained calm on the surface. In his heart, he was secretly glad that he had made preparations in advance.

The second poem on display was by Zhang Yu, the deputy envoy of the Northern Di tribe: [The sun warms the chrysanthemum buds, the emperor gathers in the palace to face the sky, the Double Ninth Festival is a great autumn, the theme of the poem is cleverly chosen.]

(The rating is out, 6.7 points, blah blah (┯_┯) wow)