Forced to be a third person: I turned around and left the palace to marry a villain

As long as she asks for help, he will help her out. Junli thought to himself, as long as she looked at him with pleading eyes like before, he would take action right away!

But Jiang Xue did not ask for help as he wished. Instead, she stood up calmly. After giving a slight salute, her red lips parted slightly: "Since His Highness Prince Li can afford it, let Chang Le take the lead."

She closed her eyes and meditated, and then chanted: "Clouds on the temples are like green, slender fingers hold jade, spring willows reflect the dew, Luo Yi dances lightly, morning orioles return their sleeves with snow, autumn waves flow with deep affection, cloud sleeves fly with the start of the dragon, beauty is easy to change Old man, full of love, laughing at the comedy of the world."

After the words were finished, there was a lingering sound, and the whole place was silent. People seemed to be still immersed in the artistic conception of the poem.

Applause broke out, led by Xiao Zhan, whose eyes were full of approval and even a little proud. The applause became more and more intense, and almost everyone stood up and cast admiring glances at Jiang Xue.

"Sister Changle, that's great!" Xiao Yun cheered.

The only three people who didn't stand up were Xiao Li, who wanted to humiliate Jiang Xue but suffered the consequences, Xiao Min, who wanted to take the opportunity to ridicule Jiang Xue to regain face, and Jun Li, who thought he knew Jiang Xue but was surprised by her talent.

"Your Highness King Li, Changle has shown his shame." After Jiang Xue saluted, he sat down calmly.

"Tsk, tsk, Princess Changle from the Qian Kingdom actually has such a literary talent! Now, you have raised the standard of our poetry competition to a higher level!" Xiao Li glanced at him, and everyone around him lowered his head, not daring to accept the move. .

"The princess has started, how about one of you comment on this poem?"

The words were provocative, and anyone who dared to answer them would become a target.

"Wen Shui, please tell me." Xiao Li looked at Jun Li with scrutiny in his eyes.

"Princess Changle's poems are indeed literary, catchy, and easy to remember. However, Wenshui privately believes that the pattern of the poems is a bit narrow and mostly revolves around women's emotions and sorrows, which makes them difficult to be elegant."

Jun Li is the best at observing words and expressions. He knows that what Xiao Li wants is not praise, so he comments like this on purpose.

Sure enough, Xiao Li's expression softened a lot after hearing this.

“The review of Wenshui is very to the point.”

"Princess Changle is a foreigner after all. It is not easy to have such attainments. Next, who will recite a Beiling poem so that the princess can appreciate the true style!"

This was said cleverly, using Jun Li's words to insinuate that Jiang Xue was not good at learning and wanted to use the power of others to suppress him.

No one present was confused, everyone knew what Xiao Li meant.

Xiao Li's party was ready to make a move, and several people went into battle one after another, but none of them were as good as Jiang Xue's poems.

Either the literary talent is mediocre, or the artistic conception is shallow.

Xiao Li's face was cut off again and again, and he was about to have an attack.

At this time, Wang Changqing, the minister of Shouzheng Temple, stood up.

"Your Highness, when writing poetry, you need to have inspiration. Without 'excitement', it will be difficult for the poem to rise, and naturally it will be difficult to be brilliant. What's more, in front of Your Highness, it is normal for everyone to be somewhat nervous and to perform abnormally."

Hey, Wang Changqing, this old fox, calmed down Xiao Li's anger that was about to explode with just a few words. It was really hard for him to do so. Seeing that Xiao Li's face became more relaxed, Wang Changqing continued:

"How about I tell you something new, and you can relax?"

"Sir Shouzheng, just come and listen." Xiao Li nodded, agreeing.

"In my free time recently, I found a very interesting book called "General Policy". I wonder if anyone here has read it?"

Most people shook their heads, what? "General Policy"? Never heard of it.

Jiang Xue raised her eyes and looked at Wang Changqing. When he raised the book, his right sleeve slipped down, revealing the scar that snaked like a centipede on his wrist. The conversation with Lin Wenxing flashed through her mind:

"There is a darker scar on his right wrist."

It seems that it was Wang Changqing, the minister of Shouzheng Temple, who forced Lin Wenxing to write "General Policy".

Jiang Xue raised her eyes and exchanged looks with Xiao Zhan in tacit understanding. She had asked Xiao Zhan before, who knew the origin of this scar. Xiao Zhan only said that Wang Changqing's wrist was injured and might leave scars. Now it is confirmed that he is the target she is looking for.

Xiao Zhan understood this and gave a few instructions in a low voice to Qing Feng behind him. Qingfeng nodded and left the table quietly.

Wang Changqing turned around and looked at Xiao Li. Their eye contact was thought-provoking.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Xue lowered her eyes slightly, with a dangerous light flashing in her eyes. The storm is coming, and everyone in the building knows it.

"What is recorded in this book are all the illustrious military exploits of Beiling generals! Strangely, the achievements of Zhenbeihou account for more than half of the book! The last sentence is even more highly rated." Wang Changqing opened the page and read aloud He made this comment: "There are descendants of Husai Long in Beiling, so the imperial city will not fail for a hundred years!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a deep and angry shout came from the courtyard: "How dare you! Who is talking nonsense!"

Everyone panicked and quickly stood up and knelt down to welcome the sudden arrival of the Ninth Five Supreme Being!

"Meet the Emperor!"

This scene is so familiar, as if history is repeating itself.

In Jiang Xue's mind, the scene where the Beiling Emperor suddenly descended on the Plum Blossom Banquet and everyone knelt down in unison was still vivid in her mind. How could it be such a coincidence that as soon as Wang Changqing finished speaking, the old man came to visit?

The pinch at this time was simply more accurate than the calculation.

Jiang Xue turned her eyes and saw the proud sneer on Xiao Li's face, and felt like a mirror in her heart.

"Everyone, get up." Emperor Beiling strode towards the throne, sat down, and stretched out his hand towards Wang Changqing: "Wang Aiqing, show me the book."

Wang Changqing respectfully offered his hands, and everyone stood up, not daring to breathe. They could only hear the sound of the emperor turning the pages of books rustling in the air.

In about a stick of incense, Emperor Beiling finished reading. His eyes stopped at the words praising the Marquis of Zhenbei, and his face was so gloomy that it could drip. Finally, he closed the book with a snap and slammed it on the table!

"This is unreasonable! Zhenbei Hou's achievements have expanded to such an extent? Could it be that Beiling disappeared without him?"

Long Yan was furious, and everyone in the hall was frightened!

"Your Majesty, calm down!" Everyone knelt down and worshiped again, everyone was frightened.

Xiao Li and Wang Changqing's eyes met, and they couldn't hide the pride in each other's eyes.

"Father, I think this book is too exaggerated. Although Zhenbei Marquis has outstanding achievements, but saying that he is better than the Dragonborn, doesn't it imply that he can replace our Xiao family?"

Xiao Li added fuel to the fire, just to use this fire to get rid of Zhenbei Hou in one fell swoop!

Didn't Xiao Yan want to win over Zhenbei Hou against him? It just so happened that he was grounded, which completely cut off his escape route!

In this way, An Guohou's position as Taiwei is stable, Xiao Li can also control the military power, and the road to seizing the throne will naturally be smooth!