Yuan Ling was telling the truth. He had originally dragged Ning Yixuan back in a rage, intending to beat her up, but somehow it turned into a fight between two demons.
"What's wrong? Are you possessed? Can't you control yourself?"
Your Majesty, who are you trying to fool? You are the emperor and do not need to explain yourself. Your explanation is weak and unconvincing.
Besides, everyone will be happy if you can share the rewards equally.
Mo Yan laughed directly, but that smile always seemed a little cold in Yuan Ling's eyes.
Just then, Ning Yixuan suddenly ran over. She walked in a strange way, as if afraid that others wouldn't know what had happened yesterday.
"Greetings to Your Majesty the Emperor, greetings to Your Majesty the Empress."
"Get up. I said you don't need to come to pay your respects unless it's the first or fifteenth of the month."
"I was just missing Your Majesty," Ning Yixuan thought. So what if you're the Empress? You can't even win over one man. Yuan Ling isn't her subject yet.
She used to play hard to get, but now she's going to try a different approach.
"I don't want you. Go out. Seeing you all makes me lose my appetite."
Yuan Ling: "???" What do you mean by "them"?
Ning Yixuan: "!!!" So arrogant even in front of the emperor?
"Your Majesty~" Ning Yixuan said sweetly to Yuan Ling, her voice so soft and gentle.
"If the Empress tells you to go back, then go back." Yuan Ling frowned, still thinking about what Mo Yan had just said. Was he possessed?
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty the Empress, I have written many poems and wish to publish a collection of them. I humbly request Your Majesty and Your Majesty the Empress's permission."
Upon hearing this, Mo Yan became interested. This was also a must-have for time-traveling women—poetry, songs, and literature, wasn't it?
This is what happens when someone takes poems from poets of all dynasties and claims them as their own.
"Oh, bring it up so I can take a look."
Mo Yan was very curious to know what she was carrying.
"Goose, goose, goose, with its curved neck singing to the sky. White feathers float on green water, red webbed feet stir clear waves."
Hoeing the fields at midday, sweat drips onto the soil. Who knows that every grain in the bowl is the result of hard work?
"One, two, or three miles away..."
Yes, they're all easy to recite, it looks like they were memorized directly. Some of the words are even wrong, but she'd seen this collection of poems before.
Just two days ago, when the Dowager Consort wanted to participate in the imperial concubine selection, her niece's poetry collection was truly impressive and sophisticated.
The Empress Dowager was overjoyed and immediately gave a copy to every concubine in the palace, including Yuan Ling.
Mo Yan put the poetry collection aside. "Did you write all of these yourself?"
Mo Yan's somewhat disbelieving look infuriated her. "Of course, I thought of all of this word by word."
"I thought about it for a long time last night."
Yuan Ling: "???" After the fairies fought last night, you were still able to write poetry? Does that mean you can do other things while I'm asleep?
Hmm, that big jerk is starting to think about conspiracy theories.
"You mean you wrote so many poems in one night last night?"
Mo Yan really wanted to say, "Are you brain-dead?"
You can compose three hundred poems in one night? Do you think you're an octopus? Or some kind of multi-brained monster?
Ning Yixuan tilted her head back and nodded with great pride, "Yes, that's right, this is what I made in one night."
Yuan Ling was also stunned, and took it to look at it.
Goodness, it's not so much similar as identical, but exactly the same.
His lips twitched. This Ning Yixuan, you could say she's novel, but how come she's so brainless?
And that song from last night, it sounded familiar to him. He hadn't known it before, but now he realized it was a poem written by the Dowager Consort's niece.
"Are you sure you wrote this?" Mo Yan asked again, very understandingly.
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