The tyrant remained rebellious as always, declaring, "I don't care, I just want to play."

As we all know, in this situation, never try to reason with a tyrant, because it's not only a waste of time, but also pointless and useless. You might as well save your breath and let your teeth heal.

Let's call it a day. One of us just wants something new, and the other just wants to kill time. It's fine if two people play together.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Shen Jiao was dumbfounded and amazed by the tyrant's card-playing skills. She raised her trembling hand, "Your Majesty! How could you take the dog's cards?"

Ji Yan stretched out his precious fingers and rummaged through the pile of cards in Gouzi's hand. Finally, he managed to combine four cards with his own bad hand to form a bomb. Then, he casually threw them out, saying, "Bomb. It can't play it. Keeping the cards is a waste. I'll help it out."

Shen Jiao: "..." How is it a waste? It's clearly because of the affection between people of the same race, isn't it?

Time passed, the candlelight flickered, and figures moved about. Tonight, the moon was full, and the girl's exasperated voice echoed among the stars, their light shimmering.

"Your Majesty, the two kings are distributed randomly; it's not possible to reserve them in advance!"

"I am the Emperor, the King was originally mine, are you going to rebel?"

She dared not wear such a big hat. Shen Jiao said, "Fine, fine, then I'll play a pair of twos, and you play a pair of fours. What do you mean by that? Your Majesty, besides the king, two is the highest, okay!"

Ji Yan boldly threw down her cards: "Fine, then the Royal Flush."

"What the hell?" Shen Jiao gritted her teeth: "...What are you doing, bombing? You got ten royal flushes in one round, Your Majesty. If you pick up the cards you've already played again, I'm not playing with you anymore!"

Ji Yan's face darkened: "I won't play. If you don't play, I'll chop off your claws."

Shen Jiao immediately put on a gentle and charming smile: "Play, play, play."

Her sincerity is as clear as the sun and moon; she absolutely loves playing cards with Ji Laolai.

For several days in a row, Shen Jiao played Dou Dizhu (a card game) under the tyrant's rule. She felt that her card addiction, which had finally begun to grow in her life, was suddenly nipped in the bud and never revived.

If she's lucky enough to live to be a hundred, when she's old and frail, she'll go have some tea, go fishing, and maybe even dance in the square with a single old man while the sun is setting. But if she ever plays cards again, she's a dog.

No, she'd be a dog if she played cards with that idiot Ji Yan again.

...

Because Shen Jiao threw a tantrum and said she didn't want to play Dou Dizhu anymore, the tyrant, perhaps to punish her for being ungrateful, suddenly made her meals very bland, without any oil, practically as bland as a bird.

It's no exaggeration to say that even nuns don't eat as blandly as she does.

One noon, Shen Jiao finished a bowl of congee, stared at the table full of delicacies for three seconds, then glanced at the tyrant beside her who was engrossed in reading. After hesitating for a long time, she decided to quietly reach out with her chopsticks.

"Smack—"

The chopsticks were halfway in when the tyrant slapped the back of my hand.

Ji Yan's long eyes flashed, conveying a strong warning.

"I'll just take a bite, I won't eat it." She forced a smile, thinking to herself, "Damn it, do you have eyes in your temples? Why are you staring so intently?"

After finishing another bowl of congee, Shen Jiao examined the braised pork knuckle that was right in front of her. It smelled so good. The more she examined it, the closer she got. The tyrant pressed two fingers against her forehead.

She gave an awkward smile. "I'm just looking, I'm not eating."

Not long after, Shen Jiao was caught again and felt exhausted. "I'll just smell it, I won't eat it."

If you don't want to eat, then don't. Why set up a whole table just for her? Shen Jiao chuckled as she stuffed several mouthfuls of pickled vegetables into her mouth to enhance the flavor.

"well--"

She let out a long sigh.

Life is tough, Jiao Jiao sighed.

...

This frustrating period lasted for several days, so frustrating that Shen Jiao dreamed of fighting with that idiot Ji Yan. But in his dream, Ji Yan said that he believed in Buddhism and did not kill.

That's absolutely outrageous.

Today, she had just opened her eyes from her sleep and found herself not in a large bed that was several meters wide, but in a very comfortable carriage. She immediately gave up the idea of ​​rolling around.

"Your Majesty, where are we going?" she asked, propping herself up and rubbing her eyes.

Where do we need to rush?

She's a clean girl, after all. Even though she's naturally beautiful and looks great without makeup, she still needs to wash her face and brush her teeth, right?

Ji Yan scooped her up and personally dressed her and styled her hair, a hint of joy on her face. "Going to fight, aren't you happy?"

Shen Jiao: "..."

If you're not blind, open your eyes and look at my gloomy face. There's not a trace of happiness in it.

However, judging by the time, it is indeed time for the martial arts tournament to begin.

No wonder the once quiet palace seemed a bit lively these past few days. It turns out, the liveliness wasn't coming from them, but from the overflowing joy of the neighboring Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion.

Because she was self-conscious about not brushing her teeth, she didn't really want to talk. A beautiful woman can't be found out about her bad breath. She would nod if she could, shake her head if she couldn't, and just giggle if she couldn't shake her head.

Fortunately, the tyrant also brought Xisu and Xining along the way. The two card players are not only excellent at playing cards, but also very thoughtful, having prepared water for her to wash her face in advance.

“Miss, you were unconscious just now. We’ve heard quite a bit of gossip on the way here.” Xi Su wet her face towel, wrung it out, and handed it to her.

Shen Jiao: "Oh? Tell me quickly."

The era before the internet was really boring. On this long, uneventful road of idleness, gossip was the only source of amusement.

Xi Su: "A few days ago, it rained, and the magistrate of Rongcheng County slipped and broke eight ribs while going down the mountain. He was paralyzed from the waist down. The imperial court has sent a new magistrate, surnamed Li. You should be able to see him soon, young lady."

Shen Jiao: You damned magistrate, you should have been dismissed long ago.

This Lord Li was specially arranged by Wang Fu. Coincidentally, Liang Heng's journey to Langya Pass was fraught with difficulties, and Wang Fu's return to the capital was also fraught with obstacles. As a result, Lord Li, who should have taken office earlier, had to be delayed by many days.

Xi Ning brought her mouthwash and said, "And another thing, Chen Yu from the Marquis of Anbo's mansion insisted on picking wildflowers in the rain to make a wreath for Yu Wushuang from the Sword Casting Manor. In the end, she didn't manage to make the wreath and instead got stung by bees all over her face. It was really terrifying."

Xi Su brought her face cream and applied it to her face: "This was specially prepared for you by Young Master Liang. It has excellent sun protection and mosquito repellent effects. Please apply more for me."

Shen Jiao: Sunscreen? What a lucrative business opportunity!

Xi Ning continued, "Not only that, I heard that Shen Yu was stung. Mu Yang didn't blame her for always causing trouble. Instead, she complained that Yu Wushuang hadn't protected her well. Yu Wushuang was furious and beat Mu Yang so badly that she couldn't get out of bed."

Xi Su remembered something and said, "After the Second Young Master Shen was struck by lightning, his hair was singed and he had to shave his head. Now, the brother and sister have to wear veils when they go out. The young lady woke up at the wrong time; a quarter of an hour earlier, she could have heard Shen Yu crying."

Shen Jiao was speechless. Could this be considered a stroke of bad luck? She finished brushing her teeth. "How unlucky?"

Xi Ning: "Because His Majesty thought she was too noisy and disturbed the young lady's rest, she was kicked away by His Majesty."

Shen Jiao: "..."

She was unsure whether to be happy or not. To be honest, it was not good to have inexplicable hostility towards pretty girls, but Shen Yu and Shen Qingye always had a way of making her secretly pleased.

Shen Jiao fell into deep thought. When did she become this wicked?

She slipped into the carriage and hugged the tyrant's leg, her eyes brimming with tears. "Your Majesty, time waits for no one. I suddenly realize that I've become so wicked."