Father, I really don’t want to be the emperor

"Miss, all the instant noodles production processes are here!"

After Xiaoyu finished the demonstration, she was so tired that she was dripping with sweat.

Looking at the freshly baked golden noodles, Xiao Lingxi's face was full of sighs.

"How did he come up with these things? The advantages of this thing are too numerous to mention. I have to write a letter to my father quickly and tell him the news!"

Xiao Lingxi asked Xiaoyu to get a pen and paper, and began to write a letter to her father, General Xiao Zhongzhong, who was fighting with the Huns on the front line.

"Miss, don't forget that many secret documents from the imperial court have been intercepted by Huns' scouts recently. If this letter falls into the hands of the Huns, the consequences will be disastrous!"

Xiaoyu reminded from the side.

Hearing what Xiaoyu said, Xiao Lingxi put down her pen in distress: "It would be great if there was a way to prevent the Huns from understanding our letters!"

"Miss, isn't there a literary party tomorrow? You have invited many young talents. Maybe there are really smart people?"

Xiaoyu said to Xiao Lingxi.

Xiao Lingxi nodded: "If we can really solve this problem, then leaks of secrets will not happen in the future! Some of the military decisions of the imperial court will not be intercepted repeatedly!"

The next day, spring and scenery are bright, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant.

On Pinghu Lake to the west of Anjing, a painting boat ripples with the waves.

On the boat this time, many young men and women were already seated. These were all talents who had participated in Xiao Lingxi's literary meeting.

The prince was the last one to arrive. As soon as he entered the boat, everyone on the boat stood up.

"Well, it's time to sail the boat."

The prince smiled.

After hearing what the prince said, Xiao Lingxi looked towards the shore, as if someone hadn't arrived yet.

Those who can board this ship must have a prominent family background.

For example, the prince, the fourth prince, and some other princes, etc., as well as the heirs of high officials in the court, all of them are extremely noble.

Or he is extremely talented, such as Bai Wenyuan, the son of a leader in Jiangnan literary circles! The four great talents in Guanzhong and more!

Bai Wenyuan even invited Anjing's famous courtesan, Liu Ruyan!

Liu Ruyan is said to be stunning in both poetry and painting!

This kind of literary gathering is about making friends based on literature, regardless of status. If the invitee has a high status, he can also bring other people.

"Miss Xiao, are you still waiting for someone?"

Bai Wenyuan smiled lightly.

Although he is a commoner, his father, Bai Zhihuan, the most famous scholar in Jiangnan, has students all over the world, so even when facing nobles, Bai Wenyuan can still remain calm and composed.

As soon as Bai Wenyuan said these words, he immediately attracted the attention of the audience.

According to tradition, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has a distinguished status and is the last one to appear. After that, according to the procedure, the cruise ship should leave the shore!

Why are you still waiting for someone today?

Is there anyone more noble than His Royal Highness?

Prince Ning Qing picked up the wine glass and took a sip of wine, his eyes flashing with displeasure.

"Haha, wait a moment, everyone is here, let's go to the lake! Today's literary meeting, the theme of meeting friends through literature remains unchanged, but the theme of the poems will revolve around the war at the frontier!"

"We people can't contribute to the front line, so we can write some poems to give glory to the front line soldiers!"

Xiao Lingxi smiled.

When everyone heard what Xiao Lingxi said, they all applauded.

There was a look of pride on Bai Wenyuan's face. He could compose poems at the age of seven and write beautiful articles at the age of nine!

Since childhood, he has been regarded as a child prodigy!

He is confident that he can write a beautiful poem and become the focus of the audience today!

"Miss, if we don't see the Sixth Prince's Palace again, it will be noon!"

Xiaoyu walked in and said.

"Sixth Prince Ning Fan?"

Although Xiaoyu's voice was not loud, the people next to her heard her.

Suddenly, the whole ship exploded.

No one expected that the person Xiao Lingxi was waiting for would be the famous good-for-nothing prince and the extremely absurd big stick Ning Fan!

"Miss Xiao, you are not mistaken. Although Ning Fan is a prince, the entire capital knows his virtues! We are all literati here today. Why did you invite such a vulgar guy?"

The Ninth Prince, who was sitting below the Crown Prince, was not happy.

He was a prince, so no one objected to Ning Fan's words.

"Yes, that's right!"

Ding Shihao, the young master of Tai Fu Ding Yuan's family, couldn't help but curl his lips: "That guy seems to know nothing but obscene things. What is he doing here?"

Bai Wenyuan's face turned livid, as if it was a shame for him to sit at the same table with someone like Ning Fan.

"Everyone, don't underestimate people!"

"We have been apart for three days, so we should look at each other with admiration!"

"Which of you participated in the last literary meeting? I remember the poem "The First Hoeing" written by His Highness the Sixth Prince, which was very remarkable!"

Wei Qing, one of the four great talents in Guanzhong, said deliberately.

"Haha, it's just a plagiarized poem!"

Luo Jin, who was also one of the four great talents in Guanzhong, sneered.

"Okay, okay, everyone is gathered here today. The purpose is to cultivate sentiments and exchange poems. Don't waste time on trivial matters!"

The prince looked sideways at Xiao Lingxi.

There was something in his words, but he was actually urging Xiao Lingxi to sail the ship in disguise, implying that Xiao Lingxi was wasting everyone's time by waiting for Ning Fan.

Xiao Lingxi's face looked slightly regretful. She actually had very complicated expectations for Ning Fan in her heart.

And now that Ning Fan doesn't come, this literary meeting can't be delayed indefinitely, right?

"Xiaoyu, let the boatman sail the boat!"

Xiao Lingxi said helplessly.

"slow!"

The sound of light footsteps came, and then everyone saw a tall man opening the curtain and walking in.

Ning Fan is tall and well-proportioned, not fair and thin like most men in this era.

His skin is a healthy wheat color, and his mouth is full of white teeth when he smiles.

As soon as he entered the cabin, Xiao Lingxi seemed to see a beam of sunlight shining in.

"I got up late and kept you waiting for a long time."

Ning Fan clasped his fists.

"It's okay, take a seat! The ship is about to sail."

Xiao Lingxi said softly.

Ning Fan was a little surprised. The look in Xiao Lingxi's eyes was particularly gentle today, which made Ning Fan feel flattered.

But when I thought about it carefully, I realized that it was probably because of the instant noodles incident that Xiao Lingxi's view of herself changed greatly.

"Lao Liu, isn't it right? You've made so many of us wait for so long, and you just let it go?"

The fourth prince Ning Xiao said gloomily.

"It's just that you're so late, don't you know how to keep time?"

Jiang Hong, the prince's best friend and son of Ning Guogong, one of the three princes, looked sideways at Ning Fan, his eyes full of provocation.

As soon as these words came out, everyone on the ship showed disdain.

"Haha, it turns out that seeing it is better than hearing it a hundred times! It's so vulgar!"

"How could such a person write Hoe? How ridiculous!"

"It must be plagiarism!"

……

It is true that Ning Fan is a prince, but he is just one of a dozen ordinary princes.

What's more, Ning Fan was notorious for his ridiculous actions and was not favored by the Holy Family, so everyone looked down upon this worthless prince.