The prince kissed her seven times in one night, and the abandoned woman was scared!

"Saint Emperor, I've heard that Maple Forest is teeming with talented people, both in martial arts and literary talent. How about playing some games in that area to spice up the banquet?"

"Oh, what do you want to do, Bei Ming Envoy?"

The envoy was drunk, and the other envoys couldn't stop him. "Don't stop me, I just want to play. I have been well-read since I was a child, and I want to compete with people from different countries."

"Okay!" Although he lost in person, he did not lose in momentum. Si Mingyuan spoke in a loud voice, but he was actually unsure.

Fenglin was originally a nation founded on military power, and its territory was conquered by force. In terms of literary talent, it was not as outstanding as the great nation of Canglan, nor did it have the time to develop literary talent like Beiming and Xijing, so it was only concerned with saving its own life.

He swept the room around and found that even the civil officials present had pale faces. What should he do?

The drunken envoy went even crazier. "Since it's a competition, burp, let's have some prizes. I have a colorful gem given by the late king. It can emit colorful light in the dark night. It's really beautiful. Take it."

If the foreign minister loses, the seven-colored orb will belong to the winner.

If the outsider wins, how about taking something from the other party as well?"

"Fair and just, very good." The country cannot lose face, so Si Mingyuan of course agreed.

But while he agreed with his mouth, his eyes were fixed on Yun Suyue. He placed all his hopes on Yun Suyue.

Yun Suyue had already received his message. She turned her head and whispered, "Don't look at me. I can't compose poetry on the spot. I can only recite it alright."

"back?"

Si Mingyuan's heart broke with a snap. It was over. Even little Su Yue had given up. What was the point of playing ball then?

If that damned envoy wants to compose poetry on the spot during the competition, how can he memorize it?

This is plagiarism. Not only will people laugh at you, but it will also bring shame to Fenglin.

"Yes, I can't write poems, I can only recite them." Yun Suyue smiled and spread her hands, with an evil look on her face.

Si Mingyuan looked at her evil smile and felt relieved instantly. This little girl was being modest.

"What are you doing? If you don't have good drinking habits, don't drink. Sit down."

The envoy was scolded by the mastermind, pushed down on his seat, and apologized to Si Mingyuan.

"My apologies, Holy Emperor. This colleague is not very tolerant of alcohol. I will have him sent back to rest."

"I'm not going back. I haven't competed yet. I'm well-educated and I have to compete." The drunkard lost control.

"Alas..." The mastermind was powerless.

The young Minister of War, Zuo Ziliang, stood up and said, "I am not talented. Although I am the Minister of War, I have read a lot of books."

When the envoy from Bei Ming saw someone stand up, the alcohol rushed to his head and his blood began to boil. "Excellent! As expected of a strong-willed Fenglin minister. I, a humble minister, will write a poem first."

"Pfft, are you really writing poetry on the spot?" Yun Suyue wasted the good fruit wine she had drunk. When she turned her head to spit out the wine, she almost sprayed Si Jingrui in the face.

Although he was under house arrest, he still had to attend such occasions to avoid being seen by foreign officials from both countries and thinking that Fenglin had not given birth to many princes.

The royal heir is the greatest resource of the royal family. In this world, if the royal family does not have a large population, it will be considered to be doomed.

Si Jingrui was called in to fill the number.

"You?" Si Jingrui was angry but dared not say anything. He was so far away from Yun Suyue but was also affected. She was born to be a disaster to him.

"Sorry, sorry, Second Prince." Yun Suyue took out a handkerchief and used her internal force to send it to Si Jingrui, asking him to wipe it.

Si Jingrui had not expected this action. He picked up the silk handkerchief in front of him and his eyes fell on the small gardenia. The embroidery was not very good, it could even be said to be ugly, with stitches of different sizes and very poor line work.

But there is a different kind of beauty.

Si Jingrui calmly put away the handkerchief, looked into the distance, and did not dare to look at Yun Suyue again.

At this point, the two ministers had already finished competing. Surprisingly, Zuo Ziliang won and took away the colorful orb from the Beiming envoy without any hesitation.

"It's my fault. I forgot that Minister Zuo wrote very well during the palace examination. Hahaha, my Fenglin has risen." Si Mingyuan laughed and praised.

"The Holy Emperor is absolutely right. Your country's Left Minister is very talented in writing. I have something on me. Come again."

After the competition, the envoy sobered up a lot. He raised his wine glass to challenge Minister Mei of the Ministry of Revenue, "I heard that you are the brother-in-law of Princess Su Yue. Princess Su Yue is a heroine, beautiful and powerful. I think that as her relative, you must be very powerful as well.

I wonder if I can compete with foreign ministers to satisfy their bellicosity.”

"Of course." Minister Mei accepted the challenge without hesitation. He had been called upon. If he did not accept the challenge, it would be a disgrace to the country, and if he lost, it would be even more of a disgrace to himself.

But for a person who manages money to compete with others in literary talent, he feels a little unsure. However, judging from the poem this person just wrote, it should not be difficult.

Just as he was thinking about it, Yun Suyue spoke from the podium.

"Since this envoy is so inspired to write poetry and wants to compete, I, the princess, think we might as well raise the stakes. I have quite a few treasures in Fenglin, and winning just one or two is boring. If we want to play, let's go big.

And both of your countries can play. Don’t you both want to take back your own cities?

It’s better to take one city per round. Every time you win, you take back the city closest to your territory.

If we win, we'll take the city closest to us. How about that?"

Si Mingyuan secretly gave a thumbs-up and spoke at the right time, "That's right, I just discussed it with the princess. This way of playing is more exciting. I haven't been so interested in it for a long time. What do you think, envoys?"

Little Su Yue is really courageous. In this way, she stopped the envoy's unreasonable behavior and maybe even won a few more cities.

This time, the mastermind's face darkened completely, and he angrily questioned the envoy, "The Holy Emperor and Princess Su Yue are asking you a question. Answer it, do you dare?"

If anyone makes a decision on his own and gambles with the country's cities, his entire clan will be exterminated upon returning. He asked this person if he dared.

The envoy, completely sober, quickly bowed and apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I was drunk and overconfident. I don't have the guts to make this bet."

Si Mingyuan, the king of a country, certainly wouldn't let others lose face in such an occasion, "Hehehe, please sit down, there's no need to be so serious, our Princess Su Yue was just joking.

Come on, come on, everyone, try the delicious food from my Fenglin.

Several of these dishes are made from recipes created by Princess Su Yue herself. I like them very much. Please try them."

Whether it tastes good or not, everyone agrees, "Ah, Princess Su Yue is a natural genius. Even her cooking skills are so outstanding. She is a role model for women."

"Yeah, yeah, it's delicious."

Yun Suyue pulled a fake smile at the corner of her lips, resolutely not being modest. "Thank you all for your compliments. This princess is indeed proficient in all eighteen martial arts. She can handle both the living room and the kitchen. She can fight against you and beat up hooligans."

All the envoys present rolled their eyes: "..."

Can't you be a little more humble?