Thief and silly concubine

Chapter 33 I just want to be fair
Mo Wanwan obviously didn't expect that when she came out to speak, there would be deviations from her own expectations. Seeing Mo Haotian's furious appearance, Mo Wanwan couldn't help crying slightly: "Father... Wanwan just wants to help my sister ..."

"Presumptuous! How courageous, Princess Anhe didn't even say a word, you are a mere concubine, what qualifications do you have to make decisions for Princess Anhe?" Just as Mo Wanwan was squeezing tears, a sharp voice The voice suddenly said.

When Mo Jiuqing heard the voice, she turned her head to look, and saw the little eunuch beside Jun Chemiao mockingly look at Mo Wanwan and said.

It seems that the little eunuch's ability to speak at this time is probably at the behest of Jun Chemiao, otherwise, who would dare to speak like this in front of the emperor.

And Mo Wanwan realized the seriousness of the matter only after hearing what the little eunuch said. She has been deliberately ignoring Mo Jiuqing's other identity, and bullying her has become a habit since she was a child. Now she has forgotten it. Mo Jiuqing is still The princess of Anhe, who was admired by the former emperor, Mo Jiuqing had already severely suppressed her, no matter whether she was the daughter of the general's mansion or the princess of Anhe.

"The emperor calms down! The emperor calms down! My servant was worried about my sister for a while, and forgot to be so considerate, so please ask the emperor to calm down!" Mo Wanwan suddenly knelt on the ground and said in panic.

Jun Chemiao saw Mo Wanwan kneeling on the ground, and deliberately glanced at Jun Yanchen. This woman is really presumptuous. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that her younger brother cares about Mo Jiuqing. This Mo Wanwan is really good at picking her time. Such a silly way to get attention.

Anyway, my younger brother is shy and doesn't know how to protect the woman he cares about, so it's only right for him to help his younger brother.

Jun Yanchen couldn't help being amused by Jun Chemiao's inexplicable glance. Looking at his imperial brother's eyes asking for credit, he knew that his imperial brother was probably thinking wrong again.

"Jiuqing, tell me, can you make your own poems? Or do you need your sister to do it for you?" Jun Chemiao didn't look at Mo Wanwan, but looked at Mo Jiuqing and said.

He wanted to see if the woman in front of him had the courage to match his brother.What on earth could make his younger brother pay attention.

When Mo Jiuqing heard the emperor calling her name, she was still holding a writing brush in her slender hand. After carefully putting down the writing brush, Mo Jiuqing got up and saluted the emperor: "Reporting to the emperor, Jiuqing asked himself a little poem It can still be done without the help of others.”

When Jun Chemiao heard Mo Jiuqing's words, she nodded lightly and said, "That's very good. If you can write poems that I am satisfied with, I will reward you a lot!"

When Mo Jiuqing heard Jun Chemiao's words, his clear peach blossom eyes did not stir up any waves, and his slightly cold face remained the same.

"Your Majesty, Jiuqing doesn't need any great rewards. He just wants to ask for an imperial decree from the Emperor." Mo Jiuqing saluted Jun Chemiao with serious eyes.

Seeing Mo Jiuqing's movements, Jun Yanchen, who was leaning on the soft chair, raised his eyebrows slightly.

He knew that this little fox would always give her many surprises, even though such actions would put her on the cusp of the storm, she still went her own way.

"Oh... tell me, what kind of imperial decree do you want?" Jun Chemiao frowned slightly after hearing Mo Jiuqing's words.

Although I don't know what kind of medicine is sold in Mo Jiuqing's gourd, but if it is beyond the limit, then even if it is a woman that my younger brother cares about, he will definitely not show any good looks.

"Jiuqing only wants fairness. I just want to return to Jiuqing's identity." Mo Jiuqing raised his head, with strong stubbornness in his unruly eyebrows and eyes, and he looked straight at Jun Chemiao's eyes without dodging or avoiding them, calmly. A wave of waves.

Jun Chemiao looked at Mo Jiuqing who was facing her directly, and was taken aback for a moment, then immediately came back to her senses, the woman in front of her sometimes really resembled her little brother, she was always so calm and almost indifferent It looks like it was carved out of a mold.

"Even if you don't say it, this identity is yours in the first place, and it's not just taken away by anyone who says it can be taken away." Jun Chemiao said, looking at Mo Jiuqing with a rare seriousness.

Mo Jiuqing nodded and said: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for enlightening me, Jiuqing is stupid."

The drooping head also concealed the flashing light in her eyes, and only the evil man could see all of this.

"Okay, let's start your poetry competition. No matter what, as long as you win, my reward will definitely not be missed." Jun Chemiao looked at Mo Jiuqing and nodded in satisfaction.

And Mo Jiuqing also retreated to his seat, picked up the brush and began to think about what he was going to write.

Of course she knew that many people present were waiting to see her jokes, waiting for her to be ridiculed again, but it was absolutely impossible for her now to let such a thing happen again.

Since obscurity will be stepped on by others, then she has to be that master, and will never let herself be stepped on by anyone!
But Mo Wanwan, who had been kneeling on the ground, had no one to speak for her. Even Mo Haotian, who had always loved her, was watching Mo Jiuqing's poem with a calm heart at this moment.

Even if he is a celebrity in front of the emperor's eyes, the courtesy of a monarch and his ministers is absolutely insurmountable. If you want to protect Mo Wanwan from punishment at this time, then you can only keep silent.

Although he was very disappointed with Mo Wanwan in his heart, he was his own child after all, so he couldn't just let it go.

Mo Jiuqing naturally knows what Mo Haotian is thinking. How can I use a stupid word to describe Mo Wanwan's actions, but she prefers to do it herself rather than others' help. This kind of refreshment is what others feel when helping less than.

Successively, some of the officials' ladies had finished their poems for everyone to see, but Mo Jiuqing didn't start writing until the only other one left made a poem.

When everyone saw this, most of them were looking forward to it, maybe they were waiting to see a joke, or maybe they hoped that Mo Jiuqing would really make a big splash.

Looking at the posts, Jun Chemiao nodded and shook his head. Even so, he cast a sideways glance at Mo Jiuqing who was composing a poem with his head bowed.

Mo Haotian next to Mo Jiuqing didn't understand these things, but he was also surprised that Mo Jiuqing could still compose poems. He was really surprised that he could still remember these after being stupid for ten years without learning anything.

Mo Jiuqing didn't care about everyone's gaze at all. When pinching the pen with her slender and fair fingers, the fingertips were a little white under the light, vigorous and powerful.

The body is very upright, and the posture of holding the pen is also very accurate. I don't want to learn it on the spur of the moment. It's more like it has been accumulated for years.

Mo Jiuqing, who writes poems like this, looks like a picture at first glance. The brilliant lights behind her are the backdrop, and her pale but cold and arrogant face is set off. She looks very peaceful at first glance. The momentum is hard for anyone to ignore.

After a while, Mo Jiuqing put down the pen, took a closer look at his own post, and then handed the post to the little eunuch waiting at the side.

And the little eunuch's carelessness from the beginning to the astonishment when Mo Jiuqing finished writing at the end made everyone more curious about what Mo Jiuqing wrote.

After the little eunuch took the post, he carefully brought it to Jun Chemiao. Just as Jun Chemiao wanted to read it, a slender hand took the post away first.

Seeing Jun Yanchen carefully looking at Mo Jiuqing's post, Jun Chemiao couldn't help raising his eyebrows and smiling. It seems that this little brother of his has been enlightened this time...

"The world is full of fragrance in April,

The peach blossoms of the mountain temple began to bloom.

Ever regret that spring has nowhere to go,
I don't know how to get into it. "

Slightly cold, but unmistakably charming voice is like the temptation of the devil, just listen to it once and you will fall into it.

And such poems are uttered from those sexy thin lips, which is even more fatally tempting.

Mo Jiuqing looked up at Jun Yanchen, his slightly pale face looked like God's most exquisitely crafted peerless treasure, and the thin crimson lips formed a sharp contrast with the pale face.

At this moment, Jun Yanchen looks like the handsome vampires in those American dramas she has seen, noble and respectful of etiquette, even swearing with grace is pleasing to the eye.

Such a vampire is attractive enough to overwhelm a girl.

"Good! What a good poem!" Jun Yanchen just finished reading the poem written by Mo Jiuqing, and Jun Chemiao immediately applauded.

After listening to the poems read by Jun Yanchen, some ministers also praised Jun Chemiao again and again.

No one thought that such a fool who had been stupid for ten years could write such a poem.

"May I ask Princess Anhe, how did you come up with this poem?" A somewhat elderly official looked at Mo Jiuqing in amazement and asked.

Mo Jiuqing silently thanked Master Bai Juyi in his heart, and also apologized silently in his heart, changing the Dalin Temple described by the master to Anyun Temple.

However, I am also a little thankful that I also learned some poems at the beginning, so I can write them impromptu today.

Hearing the old minister's question, Mo Jiuqing calmly said: "When I wrote this poem, I remembered that when my mother took me to visit Anyun Temple, it was also the time when peach blossoms were blooming there. I have always kept it in my heart, today’s poem happened to mention peach blossoms, so I improvised it.”

When the old official heard Mo Jiuqing's words, he also agreed with him: "Yes, the most beautiful peach blossom in Lingnan is in Anyun Temple. It is rare that Princess Anhe can remember such a long time. The dead are gone, and the living are like this I hope Princess Anhe can cherish the present moment. During this period of time, the peach blossoms in Anyun Temple are also in bloom, and Princess Anhe can go to enjoy the peach blossoms again."

Zisang listened to the old minister's words, nodded slightly and said: "Thank you, Mr. Fu, for your suggestion. Jiuqing has exactly this intention, and I will take my grandfather to enjoy the flowers together some other day."

When Master Fu heard Zisang's words, he looked at Jiuqing with admiration and said, "If Master Ye can see his granddaughter shining like this today, he will be very happy. Please also ask Princess Anhe to express to Emperor Ye on behalf of the old man." Greetings from the teacher."

Mo Jiuqing nodded.My grandfather is deeply loved here in Lingnan. Even though he doesn't care about important affairs in the court now, even Jun Chemiao calls him a teacher, so he is naturally worthy of being called Emperor Ye.

"Hahaha...Since Fu Aiqing has praised her so much, it will be unreasonable if I don't reward him!" Jun Chemiao couldn't help laughing boldly when he saw his important minister praised Mo Jiuqing so much.

"Your Majesty! I have objections!" Just when Mo Jiuqing was about to speak, an untimely voice suddenly sounded.

(End of this chapter)