Stealing the Protagonist Gongs Away in a Shou-Centered World to Have Gang S*x

Court 17: The protagonist was robbed of poetry by the high and mighty

Court 17: [The protagonist was robbed of poetry by the high and mighty, and was slapped in the face by the prime minister (plot)]

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Moon Palace.

Concubine Xu lazily lay on the beauty couch, her delicate jade hands gently held by the palace maids, and her red nails were moistened with flower juice. She closed her eyes and listened to the eunuch's soft report of the news. Her phoenix eyes suddenly opened and whispered with an ambiguous meaning.

"What did you say? Your Majesty was poisoned by Danshi? Is the news accurate?"

The eunuch put a whisk on his arm and hurriedly lowered his body to Concubine Xu, lowering his feminine voice and saying, "It is indeed true, my queen!"

 Concubine Xu's expression did not change when she heard the words. Her phoenix eyes glanced at the palace maids who were bowing their heads in the palace, and lazily withdrew her hands: "Okay, you all go down."

The palace maids bowed.

"Yes."

The palace maids withdrew, and only the eunuch and Concubine Xu's personal maids were left in the Moon Palace.

Concubine Xu held out her half-stained hand in front of her eyes, and looked at it with her phoenix eyes downcast. What she was thinking about was how the emperor demoted her position for the bitch Lian Hanyan, and how he suppressed the Xu family and promoted Lian Hanyan's idiot brother!

Her eyes were full of hatred, and her red lips curled into a sneer: "If Lian Hanyan's son is allowed to become the emperor, then there will be no way for me and the second prince to survive in this world!"

"Zhu Yue, go write a letter to father. Tell him that the time has come."

The head maid bowed: "I understand."

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The guards in the Yangxin Palace were strict, and the palace people lowered their heads when entering and leaving. Empress Lian finally finished beating the palace people and concealed the fact that Emperor Jiading had fainted. When she heard that Emperor Jiading had woken up, she hurriedly moved into the inner room.

Emperor Jiading was half lying on the dragon bed, drinking the soup and medicine fed by the palace people. His sick eyebrows were full of gloom, as if he was about to explode and kill at any time.

She was trembling in her heart, pretending to be happy, with a more fragile look on her gentle eyebrows: "Your Majesty is finally awake, how could he be...poisoned?"

She bit her lip, hesitant to speak: "Could it be the prince..."

Emperor Jiading suspected the prince, but even if he suspected him, he could not make it public! His jawline tightened for a moment, and his tone was low and gloomy.

"Empress, the fact that I was poisoned must be kept secret!"

Even the queen asked the palace people to retreat, and sat beside the dragon bed, holding his hand: "Your Majesty, don't worry, I have arranged it."

Emperor Jiading leaned against the bed, his eyes uncertain, wondering if it was the prince who did it. If it was really the prince, why would he bring the miracle doctor who could heal him to check his body?

When mentioning the miracle doctor who was driven away by him personally, Emperor Jiading felt choked up in his heart. He took a deep breath with his chest heaving, and his blood pressure surged up.

He tried to control himself, but it had little effect. Emperor Jiading could not feel his changes, but the whole court could see that the emperor had become more and more moody recently. Even the Sixth Prince, who he loved the most, was scolded by him.

Lian Jiayun was raised by others. He had suffered more grievances these days than in the past ten years. He was upset and didn't like to see the frightening look of Emperor Jiading.

It happened that on this day, the eldest son of the Grand Secretary got married. Lian Jiayun was good friends with his young son. In order to avoid Emperor Jiading, he went out of the palace to attend the wedding banquet.

He is now the Sixth Prince. Even if his reputation is not good these days, there are still people who are happy to praise him. They eat, drink and laugh in the pavilion.

"If you ask me, our Sixth Prince, writing poetry is the real thing!" The son of the Minister of Works drank and blushed, and gave a thumbs up.

"That's right, the Sixth Prince is a well-known child prodigy. Other messy things, how can they compare to the Prince!"

Another person meant something.

Lian Jiayun also drank a lot of wine, his delicate face was rosy, and he felt very comfortable with their praise. He said modestly.

"Stop praising me, I am nothing, how can I compare with you gentlemen."

The son of the Minister of Works seemed to understand who they were talking about. He remembered that his own father had personally presented gifts to Tang Yuansi, but was sent back, so he smiled coldly.

"Why can't he compare? If Your Highness was born a few years earlier, there would be no such thing as that person!"

Lian Jiayun smiled and said nothing.

When they were praising Lian Jiayun, they saw a bearded university scholar in the long corridor not far away, walking towards a man in green clothes, as elegant as bamboo.

The son of the Minister of Works frowned and muttered in disgust: "Fuck, bad luck."

Lian Jiayun also frowned and put down his wine glass.

The others immediately tried to smooth things over.

"I heard that Zhong Ziyu and his friends are holding a poetry gathering in the garden. Why don't we go and join in the fun? Let's let those idiots see the power of our Sixth Prince."

Zhong Ziyu was the youngest son of the university student. When Lian Jiayun arrived, he hurried over to see him and then went to entertain the guests. Lian Jiayun thought to himself, it's boring here, so why not recite a few more poems and slap the faces of those who look down on him.