From a son-in-law to a favorite of the empress

Zhao Jianjia was in a very happy mood today, with a faint smile on her face. Her cheeks seemed to glow under the sunshine.

Since she knew about the engagement, she has never been happy again, especially after secretly investigating Zhou Yuan, she was very disappointed and felt that her life was about to be ruined.

She struggled and lodged a solemn protest to her father.

But her mother said that her father was a new champion and had just entered the official career, so he must not leave any handle for betrayal, otherwise, if he was not careful, the handle would become a knife of self-destruction.

Zhao Jianjia could not refute, so she could only agree to get married.

She proposed the three rules, but she believed that her father and mother would be able to see it with their intelligence.

They even acquiesced.

But even so, Zhao Jianjia felt extremely embarrassed.

But today... she saw Zhou Yuan moving freely in the crowd, and the big stone in her heart was finally put down.

At least she thought that it would not be so uncomfortable to live with this person for a while.

Feeling light and fluttering, Zhao Jianjia ate fruit in small bites, bathed in the spring breeze, and said softly: "Ruan Zhi, what do you think of Zhou Yuan?"

Hearing this, Luo Ruanzhi was startled at first, then her face blushed and she said: "Jianjia, you misunderstood, in fact, I just..."

"Ruan Zhi!"

Zhao Jianjia interrupted directly: "We have known each other for two years, not long, but we are close to each other, just like sisters, and we can talk about everything. For such key issues, we should be more honest."

Luo Ruanzhi lowered her head and said: "Zhou Yuan... his story is very interesting, and I am usually bored, so... you know, Jianjia, this is not love."

Zhao Jianjia said: "You know the relationship between Zhou Yuan and me, we will not have a result, Ruan Zhi, if you really like him, why bother about his identity?"

Luo Ruanzhi smiled slightly, but the smile was quite lonely.

She shook her head and sighed, "Jianjia, you know, there is no possibility for him and me. My father has arranged a marriage for me."

Zhao Jianjia felt the same way, held her hand, and said, "We women can never decide our own happiness, even Her Majesty the Queen is no exception."

Luo Ruanzhi's face changed, and she said anxiously, "Jianjia, be careful with your words. How can we speculate about the Holy Lord?"

Zhao Jianjia gritted her teeth and said, "No matter what, I will help you, Ruanzhi, I will ask my father."

"Don't!"

Luo Ruanzhi hurriedly said, "Jianjia, don't mention this matter again, I don't mean that."

Zhao Jianjia saw that she was angry, so she stopped talking.

At this moment, Liu Zhe strode over here and said with a smile, "Everyone, it's almost noon. Why don't you write a poem to praise spring before eating?"

Everyone was in high spirits, and when they heard the words, they all responded.

"Young Master Liu is so talented, could it be that he has already written a good work?"

Someone asked.

Zhou Yuan took a look and recognized that this person was the young scholar who exposed his identity in Baihua Pavilion.

After all, he is the son of the prefect, and there is always a lack of followers who want to take shortcuts.

In this Yunzhou poetry meeting, there are probably many people who obey Liu Zhe.

Perhaps the word "obey" is too strong, but at least they are willing to be a supporting role and build a good relationship.

Sure enough, Liu Zhe once again became the center of attention.

He looked around, smiled confidently, and said: "Today I meet with my poetry friends here, and it is a beautiful scenery in early spring, so I am naturally touched."

The young scholar said: "Young Master Liu, don't keep us in suspense, read out the first poem of today's poetry meeting."

With the help of the crowd, Liu Zhe's poems are highly anticipated.

He folded his fan and spread it out, looking around with a solemn expression, saying: "In spring, the clouds and water are green and the grass is green, and the exotic flowers are beautiful and the wind is blowing. I borrow a touch of red from the earth and wish to give it to thousands of families."

"Good!"

"Good poem!"

"Magnificent! Extraordinary pattern! Young Master Liu is really talented!"

Everyone couldn't help but shout out and applauded.

Zhou Yuan was also slightly stunned. Although this poem was not good, it was not something that someone like Liu Zhe could write...

He didn't look down on him, but the first half of the poem outlined the spring scenery, and the second half expressed his wish to give this beautiful spring scenery to thousands of families in the world. The pattern was opened from then on, from scenery to emotion, it was not smooth, but at least it was sublimated.

Logically speaking, the last two sentences should be written by experienced people.

Didn't this guy hire a gun in advance?

The scholars and ladies present all knew a little about poetry and could tell that it was a good poem, so with the help of the supporting actors, Liu Zhe was immediately praised to the sky.

Until this moment, Liu Zhe suddenly looked at Zhou Yuan and said, "Brother Zhou, you are the first one to come here, so you must have some insights. Why don't you write a poem?"

Zhou Yuan was not interested in these and waved his hand and said, "I can't."

Liu Zhe was immediately happy, as if he wanted to get back the face he had just lost.So he narrowed his eyes and said, "Half a month ago, you won the praise of the Fairy of Flowers with a poem "Geng Lou Zi" in the Baihua Pavilion, and the Yunzhou literary world was also shocked. Now you say that you can't..."

"Hehe, Mr. Zhou, do you look down on my Yunzhou Poetry Society and don't want to write poetry?"

"Or, that poem "Geng Lou Zi" is not your own creation, but plagiarized and ghostwritten?"

As soon as this was said, everyone's face changed slightly.

One by one, they looked at Zhou Yuan, frowning, and there was doubt in their eyes.

In the Great Jin State, which values ​​literature over martial arts, ghostwriting is one of the most shameful things, and literati hate this behavior the most.

Although many people do this, no one dares to admit it. If they admit it, their reputation will be completely ruined.

So Zhao Jianjia immediately said: "Liu Zhe, there is no evidence, don't slander someone's innocence!"

Liu Zhe laughed and said: "Slander someone's innocence? Everyone, do you believe that the author of "Geng Lou Zi" can't write a good poem?"

"Of course not! With the level of "Geng Lou Zi", the author can't fail to write a good poem."

"Zhou Yuan, did you really find someone to write for you? Miss Jianjia wrote it for you!"

Hearing this, Zhao Jianjia's face changed. Once this matter was confirmed, not only Zhou Yuan's reputation would be ruined, but her reputation would also be ruined.

Her own poem was taken by her husband who married into the family to deceive the courtesan. If this spread out, the Zhao family would become a laughing stock, and even her father's reputation would be affected.

Maybe she would be blamed by her superiors for not managing the family strictly.

Zhou Yuan couldn't help but nod secretly. Liu Zhe's move seemed to be a petty act of a sullen man, but it was obviously very useful in this society.

If he really couldn't write poetry, he could use a wave of public opinion skillfully, which might really shake the reputation of the Zhao family and further affect the reputation of his father-in-law.

Zhao Jianjia was also anxious and said quickly: "Absolutely not, I have never written "Geng Lou Zi"!"

The young scholar said: "We have all read that "Geng Lou Zi". Its writing is graceful, with deep sorrow and resentment, and it depicts the heart of a woman very vividly. I'm afraid it is not written by a man."

"Miss Zhao, why do you have to cover up for Zhou Yuan!"

Everyone present also nodded, not in response, but because they felt that this was reasonable.

Zhou Yuan knew that he had to take action. People are always easy to follow the crowd. If they don't fight back, the fake can become the fact.

Since you want to provoke me, I don't mind giving you some strong medicine.

Zhou Yuan stood up and smiled softly: "Since you all doubt me, I will tell you the truth!"

Liu Zhe sneered: "You admit it, right?"

Zhou Yuan said: "I just refused and didn't want to write poetry for only one reason."

"Huh?"

"What?"

Everyone looked at him with confusion.

Liu Zhe also looked cold and thought to himself: Zhou Yuan, let's see what excuse you can find!

Zhao Jianjia's heart was in her throat, and she hurried to Zhou Yuan's side and said: "This is a serious matter, don't do it!"

Zhou Yuan ignored him, just looked at everyone and said loudly: "It's just because Zhou Yuan thinks that poetry is just a small thing! Don't bother to write it!"

As soon as these words came out, it seemed as if the whole world was silent.

Poetry! Small thing? Don't bother to write it?

Are you Zhou Yuan so brave! You dare to say such nonsense!