The Female Partner is the Most Beautiful, But the Male Lead is Not Worthy

The number of literati and literati who come to the teahouse today is several times higher than that of yesterday.

The entire teahouse, with a total of three floors, was crowded with swaying figures. All the people who were at the scene yesterday preached it after they left.

First of all, this is indeed an interesting thing, and it is worth coming to liven it up. Second, there are enough bounties, and there are rewards for the top three, so it is worth a fight.

As for worrying about King Chen, so many of them are involved. The so-called law does not blame the public. Even if King Chen is unhappy, do you want to take revenge on them all? Obviously not possible!

"Okay, I'll wait to write a poem on the spot!" said a middle-aged scribe.

The owner of the restaurant learned that there was still a competition today, and he had already prepared in advance. Tables, chairs, benches, pen, ink, paper and inkstone were all prepared.

However, in time for a cup of tea, the scribes have already taken their places, rolling up their sleeves, grinding ink, and writing.

Shaoyin was wearing a long dress in Begonia red today. The charming and charming color was overwhelmed by her flamboyant and enthusiastic temperament.

With her hands behind her back, she strolled in the teahouse.

Let people see it generously—they have to write poems to praise her based on her appearance, and let them not see it, how can it be done?

As time passed, some people started to stop writing.

When more and more people submit the papers, they will be posted by people for everyone to read.

Shaoyin also posted Xiao Hanyu's new poems.

To be honest, Xiao Hanyu's handwriting is well-written, sparse and bold, powerful, angular, and a noble and arrogant air invisibly radiates.

However, the above content is beyond words.

Whether it is a famous talent in Sucheng, or someone who comes to make up the number, when the poem is posted, the first thing to look at is Xiao Hanyu's share—

This is King Chen! The princes and nobles are tall and far away from them. I heard that their talents are mediocre, but they have an excellent face, so how mediocre is it?

But when I saw it, I was speechless.

This, on this paper, there is not a single word "eat" in the whole article, but it is full of "eat".

I don't know, I thought he was praising delicious delicacies.

This…

Although I know it shouldn't be, but if this poem is really a poem praising the beauty of the princess, then...

Slightly frivolous.

To put it more vulgarly, this can be classified as an unprofessional **** poem!

Everyone's expressions were complicated, and when they looked at the owner of the poem, they saw her standing with her arms crossed, her chin raised, full of confidence, and her heart was even more difficult to describe.

Princess Chen couldn't see the mediocre, irrelevant, and suspected **** play of this poem, so I don't blame her. After all, she is the daughter of General Ji. She grew up in the military camp. Judging from her current appearance, she also knows that she loves armed forces and not red makeup. However, how can King Chen...

"Dare to ask the princess, did you get it wrong?" A kind and honest man stepped forward and asked politely.

Shaoyin looked up at the wall and shook her head: "That's right."

"I'll wait to find out." He said honestly.

Voting begins.

While everyone wrote the works they supported, they made eye contact secretly.

This King Chen is really vain!

Look what poems he wrote? It's enough to fool Princess Chen at home. After all, Princess Chen doesn't understand poetry, so just a little fooling will pass. However, how could he be so embarrassed to let Princess Chen come out with poems and compete with them?

No one thought it was Shaoyin's own opinion.

Even if it was the first time, but this is the second time, doesn't Chen Wang know about it? If the princess asked him to write poetry, just write poetry without asking a question?

impossible.

He must have known.

And in order to appear ignorant, he deliberately did not appear, and only let the princess come forward, which is really hypocritical and weak!

Everyone was contemptuous in their hearts, but they didn't show it on their faces. They went through the process seriously, voted, counted, and got the top three.

"Princess, let's go." The first three scribes stood up and bowed to Shaoyin.

Shao Yin's face was not very good. As if I didn't expect it, I lost again today.

"Okay," she said, stretched out her hand behind her, took the money bag from the guard, and threw it on the table, "You win."

The three looked at each other and said in unison, "The princess is generous!"

"Hmph." Shaoyin tapped her toes and raised her chin, "I like these poems very much. I took them away?"

The three hurriedly said: "Please feel free!"

Anyway, they made it by themselves, just go back and write a copy.

Shaoyin took the top three poems and took back Xiao Hanyu's works, her mouth pouted slightly, looking a little unhappy.

"Tomorrow?" Before leaving, she raised her head and asked.

Everyone looked at each other, a little hesitant, and a little moved.

Obviously, Princess Chen is an open-minded and generous person. She does not have the hypocritical and stingy problems of Wang Chen. She just thinks that Wang Chen's poems are good, and she takes it out to communicate with everyone.

As much as one hundred taels, or as little as twenty taels of bonuses, who wouldn't be tempted?

"If the lord is interested, I will wait and wait." Everyone cupped their hands.

Your prince will compare, we will accompany you!

"That's fine." Shaoyin thought for a while and agreed. After scrolling the poems, he strode out the door.

Back at the general's mansion, she sent the poems to the servants to return to the room, and went to the guest house by herself.

It was nearly noon.

"Uncle's new poem, is it ready yet?" Shaoyin stood at the gate of the guest house and asked the servant who was guarding the gate.

The servant shook his head: "Miss Hui, my uncle didn't say anything."

That is not done.

Shaoyin lowered the corner of her mouth, looking unhappy, and rushed in holding the whip: "Xiao Hanyu! Where's your poem?"

Xiao Hanyu was lying on the bed at the moment, exhausted, both sick and hungry, dying.

He drank clear porridge in the morning and ate a bowl of soup medicine. He was not thirsty, but there was no rice in his stomach, so he really had no strength.

to write poetry? He can't move his head right now!

Seeing his princess barging in angrily, she didn't even have the strength to be angry, she moved her fingers, barely raised her strength and said, "I'm so sick, do you only have poetry in your eyes?"

Looking at her eyes, do not hide the disappointment and sadness.

"Is it my fault that you are sick?" Shaoyin rushed to the bed, showing no distress or pity, pulling the whip and said, "I asked the doctor and said that you have eaten too much, accumulated food, and have stomach discomfort. It will be uncomfortable!"

"Could it be that I squeezed your mouth and forced you to drink it?" she said confidently, "How can you blame me?"

What's the matter with her? It has nothing to do with her.

Xiao Hanyu was so angry that he suddenly coughed: "Cough!"

Because of this cough, a few traces of blood finally appeared on the pale face. He tried his best to hold back his cough, and turned to look at her, his eyes full of anger: "It's not food accumulation! It's because of starvation before!"

Of course he refused to admit it.

Your dignified lord, you have eaten yourself up, it is a shame to throw it to the sky!

"Could it be that I made you starve?" Shaoyin's eyes widened, she couldn't believe it, and refused to admit the crime, "I asked you to please me, but you don't, do you blame me?"

Xiao Hanyu opened his eyes wide and looked at her.

"You and I are husband and wife, I've been courting you for so long, so what if you please me?" Seeing that he was speechless, Shaoyin even said, "You'd rather starve than please me. , to please the princess you are marrying, do you still expect me to love you?"

"I don't feel sorry for you at all!" Shaoyin said bluntly, leaning down and grabbing him, "Get up quickly! Write a poem for me! I want a new poem! I want it now!"

Xiao Hanyu struggled: "Let go! You let go!"

His struggles had no effect. His princess was the daughter of a general, and she grew up playing a whip and was full of strength.

Buckling his shoulders, he gently and skillfully lifted his tall and heavy body out of bed.

Pressed on the table: "Write!"

She looks righteous, as if writing poetry is as simple as eating and drinking.

"Do you think a good poem can be written if you just say it?" Xiao Hanyu held back his anger and said in a low voice.

Writing poetry requires inspiration!

Need to brew!

Need a good environment and the right time ah!

But what does he have now? All he had was bruises, broken ribs, diarrhea, starvation, and humiliation.

"That's right!" Shaoyin said confidently, "I went to the teahouse to drink tea today, and I saw them reciting poems and writing poems. It's all a cup of tea. Why, can't you do it?"

Xiao Hanyu suddenly choked.

Admit that he can't do it, that's how he can be mediocre.

To admit that he can do it is to perfunctory before.

"Of course I can do it." He endured it, looked up at her and said, "But I'm tired, hurt and hungry now, and I'm really not in the mood."

Shaoyin pouted: "The poems are not very well written, and there are a lot of nosy things!"

Being humiliated by this, Xiao Hanyu almost even had the heart to kill her.

Unfortunately, he is now trapped in the shoal and has to endure her.

"When I get better, I will write for you, how about that?" he said in a gentle voice.

This really has never happened before.

Shaoyin smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "I like you to talk like this, it sounds like human language. In this way, today's lunch does not require you to finish poetry before eating, you eat first, and then eat after eating. write poetry."

After he finished speaking, he also asked for credit: "Am I treating you well?"

What a **!

The muscles on Xiao Hanyu's face were twitching, and he tried his best to look warm and grabbed her hand: "I know that Yinyin has the softest heart."

"Why?" Shaoyin slapped the back of his hand and let out a crisp "snap". She looked at his stunned expression, snorted, and said with her arms crossed, "My hand is something you can catch if you want. of?"

Xiao Hanyu felt a surge of anger in his heart.

It's not that he wants to catch it! He doesn't want to catch him at all! But isn't this to please her?

"You and I are husband and wife!" He held back his breath.

Between husband and wife, catch a hand, what's the matter? Shouldn't it?

"I know." Shaoyin folded her arms and squinted at him, "I said, I will be fair to you. I will treat you like you did to me before. I used to want to be close to you, You always think I'm lewd. Now, it's time for me to think you too."

She was very rude and didn't give him any face at all, and said directly to his face: "You are injured, sick, and hungry, yet you still want to grab my hand? Xiao Hanyu, you are so hungry and thirsty. Are you? Are you a slut?"

After these words, Xiao Hanyu rolled his eyes in anger and almost passed over.

As for why he didn't faint, it was thanks to the shock that she brought him in these short days, which increased his endurance more than a hundred times.

"you you-"

He pointed at Shaoyin, his hands were shaking like a stroke, his lips were trembling, and he didn't say the third word for a long time.

"Swing husband." Shaoyin bent down, looked at him with a smile, and blew in his ear, "My swinging husband, do you want to touch my little hand? Don't you? As long as you admit that you are lewd, I will give it to you. Can you touch it?"

Xiao Hanyu was so angry that he pushed her away, got up and left.

But he was completely powerless, let alone pushing her away, he almost fell! He stumbled a bit, walked to the bed with a dark face, and lay down.

Close your eyes and never listen or see again.

"Write a poem well after you have eaten." Shaoyin said, touching the whip with her finger, "I want to see it before dinner. If you don't make it, or don't make it well, you know my—"

She has a very long tail, which is negative.

After a long while, Xiao Hanyu's hollow voice came: "Got it."

What else can I do? You can only endure her first!

Shaoyin got his response, and immediately turned around and went out, and instructed the servants, "Give the uncle a bowl of rice, a bowl of soup, and a stir-fry dish. Then stare at him and ask him to write the poem as soon as possible."

The previous sentence is an order to the servants. As for the latter sentence, it is to remind Xiao Hanyu in the room not to be lazy.

With a bowl of rice, a bowl of soup, and a dish that I don't know whether it is meat or vegetarian, I just want to exchange a good poem for him.

Xiao Hanyu has never done such a loss-making business.

He clenched his fists so badly that his teeth were bleeding.

How he is angry and angry is not in Shaoyin's concern. After lunch with Lao Ji, I started telling him stories again.

"...The little widow is a fierce one. Her mother-in-law died, her brother-in-law died, and her children were killed in front of her face. She immediately went crazy, rushed forward and bit the beast, tearing off a piece of flesh."

As she said that, she sighed: "If she is weaker and weaker, maybe she will suffer less before she dies. But if she bit a piece of meat from the beast, how could the beast forgive her?"

"I cut her skin with scissors, peeled it from her feet to the top of her head, and burned her with fire for a full hour before she finally died."

The old trick got goosebumps all over his body!

He lived to this age, and he came from the sea of ​​corpses, and he couldn't make him frown even in life and death. But the tragedy she was talking about made him feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

He frowned, palms clenched into fists, resting on his knees. A sullen face, a tangled expression.

"Look, her whole family died so tragically. If the grievances are avenged after death, they will be able to reincarnate in peace. But what happened? No one remembers them."

"No one dares to mention it again."

"Some people were bribed. Speaking of which, she got mad, strangled her two children, killed her in-laws, and finally fell into the river and drowned—"

Speaking of this, he was interrupted by Lao Ji raising his hand.

He looked at his daughter tangled, the words turned and turned around, and his facial features were wrinkled: "Yinyin, what are you trying to say?"

These days, his daughter will be in his ear every day, talking about a series of tragedies.

Of course he wouldn't think that his daughter just said it casually to relieve his boredom.

He is straight, and he is not stupid!

"Dad, do you want the people to live a better life?" Seeing that he finally asked, Shaoyin also became serious, her voice was not high, but very heavy: "Dad, do you want such tragedies to become less and less? Do you want to? Can everyone who has wronged be reconciled to Zhaoxue?"

Of course you want to!

"But Dad is a general." Old Ji said in a difficult way, "Dad doesn't know how to try cases."

Moreover, he was ordered to guard the border and could not leave even one step!

"I want to change to an emperor." Shaoyin shrugged and spread his hands to his father: "I want to change to someone who is shrewd and strong, who has the life and death of the people in his heart, and who is willing to govern the country and rule the emperor of a peaceful and prosperous age."

She said it so casually, as if she was just saying it casually, and she had no idea how rebellious it was.

Lao Ji just heard about the tragedy, and now he is also dissatisfied with the emperor, so he did not scold her. Instead, he tugged at his beard and said melancholy, "There is no one in the royal family!"

Of course it would be nice to be able to change to a diligent and shrewd emperor!

Old tricks are loyal, but not foolish. He is loyal to the emperor, but he is more loyal to the people. There is nothing more important than the people in this world.

However, there are only a few unworthy princes left in the royal family. Wang and Sun have a bunch of them, but I haven't heard of anyone who made them. Xiao Hanyu looked okay in the past, but now, he is a beast. As for the prince? It is a pity that the emperor has no son at all.

He doesn't seem to have any idea of ​​a replacement at all. Or maybe he saw his daughter's intention, but didn't say it.

Shaoyin said nothing.

She won't push him. This is his own father, he will do it if he wants, or wait if he doesn't, let him think slowly, she won't make it difficult for him.