Heart Attacker [Quick Transmigration]

"Who picked the roses, they are all wilted, how to bathe His Highness?"

"Our Highness uses the most tender and brightest roses when bathing, and each one must be picked fresh, understand? Which palace did you call from, so ignorant?" The middle-aged female voice was very serious, as if she was afraid of noise To wake someone up, lower the volume on purpose.

"My servant, Yun Xi, used to work in Chuxiu Palace. Auntie, this servant made a mistake. I will definitely pick the best flowers for the princess to bathe in the future..." The girl who answered should be young, with a clear and sincere voice.

"Today, I will spare you once, and you will not be fined, and you are not allowed to eat at night."

"Thank you, aunt."

"Hurry up and pick out the petals, Your Highness will wake up soon."

Jiang Linchuan squinted his eyes and listened to the conversation between the two, thinking that taking a bath is so troublesome, it exudes the rotten atmosphere of capitalism, and he should strike out with the iron fist of socialism.

Suddenly, someone beside the bed asked in a low voice:

"Your Highness, are you awake?"

Jiang Linchuan was startled, it couldn't be me, could it?

"Wake up." Jiang Linchuan said.

The voice could not be recognized as male or female, but it felt extremely gentle and a little weak.

"Your Highness, it's time to get up."

"You guys go out first." Jiang Linchuan got up, smoke and gauze intertwined into a tent, like the fog in the distant mountains, and he could see the graceful demeanor of the female officer in palace attire outside, and slowly retreated after saluting.

When the room was quiet, Jiang Linchuan reached out and touched under the brocade quilt, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Touching his chest again, he froze.

???

He didn't realize it until he glanced down from the neckline and saw the thickly wrapped chest made of cotton.

It turned out to be a lady boss.

He straightened his clothes and got up from the bed.

The tables, chairs, lamps and gauze curtains in this room are all exquisite and luxurious to the extreme, even the soft-soled embroidered shoes are covered with gold thread, and a pearl the size of a longan is inlaid on each shoe.

"Your Highness, the water is ready." The female official said outside the door.

"Yeah." Jiang Linchuan put on a piece of clothing casually, and when he went out, he was surrounded by a group of court ladies and entered his Tangchi Pavilion.It was a hot spring brought in from outside the palace, the temperature was just right, and because of the dense water vapor, there was a warm and humid air rushing towards the face.

The female officer respectfully asked:

"Does Your Highness use roses today?"

"No need." Jiang Linchuan frowned.

"Does Your Highness want to use sweet-scented osmanthus? Or lily? Chrysanthemum?" the female officer asked warmly.

"I don't want to." Jiang Linchuan secretly said, there are quite a lot of tricks.

"Your Highness wants any flowers, just send the servants."

"I don't want to use flowers today." Jiang Linchuan didn't say much, and motioned them all to go out.

The female official led the maids to salute and then left respectfully. The doors and windows were all closed tightly, and the huge palace seemed a bit empty.

Jiang Linchuan began to accept the memory.

The eldest princess Jiang Yao of the Great Moon Dynasty, the imperial sister of Emperor Jiang Lichen, the most beautiful woman in the world.

Delicate and soft, sentimental.

I often look at the flowers and weep, and play the piano to the moon.

At the age of sixteen, she is about to find a husband-in-law. For this reason, the eldest princess specially holds a Taoyuan poetry meeting, and the person who wins the head can be a son-in-law.

The Taoyuan Poetry Fair is three days away.

"..." Jiang Linchuan didn't expect to receive such a surprise.

This His Highness is really a good idea, and the threshold is a bit higher than throwing a hydrangea to recruit relatives.

Marriage, can also be handled at will like this?

It's not a big problem, as long as he joins in three days later.

[id: King Eight Level: 6 Resentment Value: 333000]

[Item: Large amount]

[Title Obtained: Lang Heart Like Iron]

【Wearing this title can resist any charm】

The system did not draw a lottery this time, but added a buff to Jiang Linchuan.

"In fact, I can resist the charm without wearing it."

【Host, you are right】

[Quickly find the plot characters and start the main storyline!Go, go, go! 】

After coming out of the hot spring, I changed into the undershirt I had prepared in advance, and could still smell the light fragrance that the maid smoked in advance.

The two maids knelt down behind Jiang Linchuan tenderly and wiped his hair with a soft cloth.

The female officer asked Jiang Linchuan what he wanted to wear today, and showed Jiang Linchuan the newly made palace attire.Her Royal Highness likes to wear light purple the most, and also likes light yellow, pink, light green, and plain white. Most of the palace skirts are in these colors.

Jiang Linchuan chose the lightest one, very light yellow, which was close to pure white.

The costumes here are quite conservative, the style is close to that of the Ming Dynasty, with dark pattern fabrics, a jacket skirt with a stand-up collar, plain and gentle, pearl cloud shoulders are shiny, elegant and light. Hand embroidery shines in low light.

The long hair has been dried by the maid with a warm stove, and it is simply tied up. She wears a golden phoenix crown with tassels hanging down, adorned with wreaths, pearls and gems, which is very luxurious.

Jiang Linchuan looked at the bronze mirror and saw a brand new self.

The eyebrows are exquisite, the temperament is clear and cold, I don't know what's bothering me, I'm born with a gloomy state, which lasts for a long time, I can't find it after careful observation, as if the melancholy is just an illusion, elusive, and still a spotless moon palace Immortal.

Too good temperament makes people ignore the face at a glance, and it also blurs the gender boundary when looking closely.

"Liuzhi has already been punished, and a new palace lady was transferred today, may His Highness give her a name?"

Aunt Wei, who was in charge of the princess's daily life, asked for instructions.

"which one?"

Jiang Linchuan looked over, and a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl came out of the court ladies, bright and lovely, with shallow dimples in her smile, pure and harmless.

"What was it called?"

Usually the eldest princess is reticent, and she only speaks a few words when she talks about topics she is interested in.

"Slave Yunxi."

"That's a good name, let's call it that."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Yun Xi saluted obediently, and secretly glanced at Jiang Linchuan, only to find that Jiang Linchuan was also looking at her, blushing and very shy.Jiang Linchuan felt that she was the most eye-catching among a group of court ladies, and it was probably related to the plot, so he signaled Aunt Wei to take more care of her.

"Our Highness is not only beautiful, but also kind-hearted. Liuzhi stole His Highness's personal belongings, and His Highness did not punish her severely. You must not follow in her footsteps. His Highness will not punish her, but His Majesty will not let her go... ..."

"Your Highness is so beautiful, I've never seen anyone more beautiful than His Highness... like a god..." Yun Xi took a deep breath, looking deeply shocked.

"The words are correct, pay attention to the title, if you say something wrong again, you will be punished."

"Auntie, the slaves are afraid..."

Jiang Linchuan was holding a volume of books, sitting in front of the window and looking at the green shadows outside the light gauze, with a large banana leaf planted, his hearing was very keen, and he could vaguely hear conversations.

This world is quite magical. Calligraphy and painting all have literary spirit, and they can fight with brushes and ink to attack. But for a long time, men have been prioritized over women. Only men can acquire literary spirit, and women cannot.In this world, it is men who pioneered the way of sages, and it has been passed down for thousands of years, but no woman has learned the way of writing.

[The host can purchase the right to use poetry and writing, and sign a contract with Zhutian Copyright Exchange]

[In addition to the payment of merit before use, after the poem is used, the follow-up merit will be shared with the creator.Host three, creator seven.In fact, creators can only get [-]% of the share, and the other [-]% is the intermediary fee of Zhutian Copyright Exchange. 】

[Is there such a place? ] Jiang Linchuan was puzzled.

[In some worlds, the power system is dominated by poetry, calligraphy, painting, music, singing and dancing, and high-quality works from other worlds can exert extraordinary power in those worlds.After seeking the creator's consent, Zhutian Copyright Exchange came into being. 】

[The host can sign the contract first, and the poems used later will appear on the contract one by one, and the merits will be automatically deducted.Merit is very rare, and this condition is also to restrict people with bad intentions from doing evil. 】

[The right to use includes naming rights, adaptation rights, etc., but malicious adaptations are prohibited, and the Copyright Exchange will pursue accountability] The system explained the contract rules for Jiang Linchuan one by one. Jiang Linchuan found it very fair after reading it, and signed his name with the power of his soul.

He felt a little hot between his brows, and looked at the bronze mirror, a small silver seal was shining, and soon disappeared under his skin.This is the form in which the power of the contract is manifested. With this, it will not be accidentally injured by the copyright exchanges of the heavens.

The copyright library is as vast as the sea, giving people a sense of security.

Jiang Linchuan is not worried at all about the Taoyuan Poetry Contest three days later.

There are still a lot of resentment points accumulated in the previous few worlds. After exchanging some system props for strengthening the body, Jiang Linchuan will soon be able to uproot the weeping willows. It has not yet been decided which one to pull out.

On the day of the Taoyuan Poetry Contest, Aunt Wei asked Jiang Linchuan if he wanted to go out of the palace to have a look.

Jiang Linchuan flatly refused:

"There's nothing to see."

"Although Your Highness is not in the mood for love, after all, he is someone who will be with you for the rest of your life. You might as well pick and choose."

"Let it be." Jiang Linchuan felt calm.

"That's fine, if His Highness doesn't like it at that time, we can choose again." Aunt Wei was not worried, she just wanted to persuade the fairy princess to go out and see more, so as to get a little bit of human excitement.

When the time came, Jiang Linchuan said that he would meditate behind closed doors for a day, and the maids were not allowed to disturb him.

The eldest princess has always been one-sided. The ladies in the palace tidy up the quiet room, prepare snacks and tea, and wait not far away so that the princess can summon her at any time.

A dummy was left to meditate in the quiet room, Jiang Linchuan changed into plain clothes, covered his face with a veil, and quietly left the palace.

With his skill, he easily escaped the guards in the palace.

The entire imperial palace is protected by a heavy literary spirit and real dragon luck, so that no evil spirits will arise.

Some special palace gates require a pass token to enter and exit.Jiang Linchuan has the token of the eldest princess, and his soul is protected by the luck of the emperor, so all the gates of the palace are unimpeded.

After coming out of the palace, he transformed into a white clothes like snow, a long body standing tall and tall, standing out from the dust.

Indifferent and cold, there is a kind of awe-inspiring arrogance that cannot be underestimated or broken.

After slightly adjusting the shape of the eyebrows and facial features, she can be distinguished from the eldest princess, and her temperament has also changed greatly.

The only thing that matters is probably height.

Her Royal Highness is 1.8 meters long, has no one noticed this problem?

Jiang Linchuan just remembered that the maids around him were all tall, so he never felt that it was against harmony.

"Write down your name, age, place of origin, origin, fame, and if you have a famous masterpiece, you can also write it down."

A team of imperial guards stood guard at the entrance of Taoyuan, responsible for registering those who participated in the poetry meeting, and also responsible for maintaining order at the scene.

Jiang Linchuan wrote on the paper, Lin Chuan, seventeen, from the capital.

The handwriting is clear and meaningful, with its own style.

His appearance is really outstanding, his temperament is refined, his manners are moderate, and he has a good background at first glance, so he was easily put in.

It was March, and the peach blossoms in the garden were in full bloom. The young princes chatted and laughed here, with elegant demeanor, gentleness and courtesy.For this poetry meeting, they have all dressed up meticulously. Although they are not painted, they are clean and fresh, and they are well-dressed.

Although someone saw Jiang Linchuan, they didn't dare to initiate a conversation.

He seemed really difficult to approach, and wanted to approach him to ask his background, but he couldn't help shivering after being glanced at by those eyes.

"I don't know if Her Royal Highness will come..."

"Should come. Ever since Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess presided over the Moon Sacrifice Ceremony last year, the glimpse has been deeply rooted in my heart, and I will never forget it. If I can win the favor of the princess, I would like to pay homage to Sanqing every day..."

Several young men were talking in low voices, when they suddenly saw a man in Tsing Yi, the topic changed:

"Isn't that the No. [-] man? I didn't expect that he didn't care about fame and wealth on the surface, and rejected the marriage marriages of many ministers in the court, but wanted to marry the eldest princess."

"I don't know who is the leader today, but don't be Yang Yunzhi, a commoner who dares to miss the princess."

Jiang Linchuan followed their gaze, and he saw a young man in green clothes, tall and handsome, but his eyes were ambitious, and he looked like an eagle watching a wolf.

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Yang Yunzhi also looked over and spotted Jiang Linchuan at a glance, frowning.

In his previous life, Taoyuan Poetry Society seemed to have no one with such an outstanding appearance, otherwise he would not have been impressed.Who is this guy?Why does it feel inexplicably familiar?

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