Chapter 162: Sharing a Room with Emperor Wen in the Middle of the Night?
"Who dares to say you're bad?! I, Cheng Ling, will be the first one to pick a fight with him! Just be yourself!" Cheng Ling stood up from the pile of books and smiled at Shao Shang.
Wan Qiqi was also fiddling with the simple machines, her face flushed. She raised her head, a gleam in her eyes: "We are all the best girls in the world! Being yourself is true freedom!"
He Zhaojun smiled and handed the wine cup to Shao Shang: "Shao Shang... Cheers to confidence and freedom!"
Today, Shao Shang finally showed the part that Xiao Yuanyi could not reach in the field that she was familiar with.
Just imagine, how would a female general who led troops in battle and earned military merits feel when she sits down and listens to her youngest daughter talk about new and interesting things that she knows nothing about.
These machines could save countless soldiers from danger and reverse the tide of battle. Her shock was palpable. Perhaps from today on, Xiao Yuanyi finally realized that she had never truly known Shao Shang, and because of her own arbitrariness, she had never looked down on her, and naturally, she hadn't seen Shao Shang's strengths.
But everything will be different with me around. He Zhaojun took a sip of peach blossom wine and found it extremely sweet.
Shao Shang finally burst into laughter and drank the peach blossom wine in his cup in one gulp: "From today on, I, Cheng Shao Shang, have finally been reborn and grown up!"
The four people were in high spirits and shouted loudly one after another towards the clear and bright moonlight.
"It feels so good! Sister Zhaojun, I feel that peach blossom wine is especially delicious today!" The four girls rolled together and laughed at each other.
Until Xiao Yuanyi in the backyard could no longer bear it and mastered the Lion Roar Divine Art without any teacher: "Are you still sleeping?! If not, get up and practice!"
They looked at each other, laughed even more happily, and finally fell to the ground with a thud, drunk and unconscious, as if it were all a dream.
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On the second day, several girls divided the work and cooperated with each other. He Zhaojun and Cheng Shaoshang were demonstrating with a sand table in the side hall of Changqiu Palace when they heard a noise outside. From the sound, it seemed that Wang Yan was clamoring to see the queen.
"Why is Wang Yan shouting so loudly? The Queen had a severe headache last night and just recovered this morning. I'm really worried." Shao Shang said as he hurriedly stood up.
He Zhaojun knew that Wang Yan had come to plead for Wen Xiujun, asking the Queen to spare her mother's life for the sake of their common clan. "Shao Shang, let me ask you, do you still want to intervene in this matter?"
Shao Shang nodded. "I don't like Wang Yan either, but if Wen Xiujun is dealt with, the Queen will have one less relative in this world." She reached out and took He Zhaojun's hand. "Sister Zhaojun, I'll help you this last time."
He Zhaojun knew that no matter how much she tried to persuade him, Shao Shang would definitely intervene today, so she decided to make plans for the next step. Sure enough, that night, Shao Shang served Shouchun specialties and brought up the story of the old Gan'an Prince to persuade Emperor Wen.
But she didn't know that the emperor's will was extremely unpredictable and could not be changed by her words. It was just that Emperor Wen had already made plans and took the step forward by taking advantage of the opportunity given by Shao Shang.
"She has returned to Changqiu Palace, Zhaojun, don't hide anymore." Emperor Wen put the Shouchun food aside, picked up the teacup, narrowed his eyes, and waited for the girl behind the screen to come to him.
He Zhaojun sat beside Emperor Wen: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your help. Shao Shang is just an ordinary girl and has no intention of interfering in state affairs. The Queen treats Shao Shang sincerely, so she must just..."
Emperor Wen said with a forced smile: "Who dares to look down on you little girls? Lord An Cheng, please don't be so modest."
He Zhaojun's heart stagnated, and an ominous premonition crawled up her back and up to the top of her head: "Your servant... is terrified!"
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