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Chapter 116 Poetry
Jing Xu was a little puzzled as to what this meant.

Before he knew it, he sighed slightly, Jing Yu opened his eyes, and looked at her with deep eyes: "What's wrong?"

"What happened at the grand master's house?"

Jing Xu quickly waved his hand: "Ah, no, I just think it's too hot today, hehe."

Jing Xu hurriedly prevaricated, and with his unremitting efforts, Jing Yu finally had the intention of pampering a girl and going crazy.

But Yang Yue couldn't get over this hurdle, and she was always in a panic.

Soon, she will be ten years old.

The more I fear the coming of the day, the day comes quickly, and in a blink of an eye, Jing Xu will be ten years old.

On her tenth birthday, the palace held a banquet for her as usual.

But she was worried, what should come, still came.

In the book, Yang Yue's heavenly auspiciousness is also a summer, Jing Xu can't even imagine it, and spends every day in fear.

She was so worried that she fell ill.

Jing Yu was caught off guard by the wind and cold in summer, which made Jing Yu anxious. Jing Yu looked at Jing Yu who was guarding by the window with a worried expression on his face, and the trace of fear in his heart disappeared a little.

Perhaps when a person is sick, the mind is also a little fragile.

Jing Xu grabbed his sleeve and said pitifully, "Father, no matter what happens, don't confer the princess on a child who is not of your own blood, okay?"

Even though Yang Yue is of the prince's bloodline, Jing Xu just wanted to stop him, bit by bit,

Jing Yu looked at her with deep eyes and didn't speak for a long time.

He kept stirring the medicine bowl in his hand, and the smell of the black medicine juice made people frown.

Siwen on one side has already prepared candied fruit on the other side.

"En." Jing Yu promised her, and Jing Xu looked at him happily, and stretched out his slender fingers: "Then let's pull the hook, and we can't change it for 100 years."

"Childish." Although Jing Yu said childish, in fact, he stretched out his hand and entangled her little finger with her.

"If the hook is hung for 100 years, it must not be changed. Whoever changes is a puppy." Jing Xu said in a nasal voice.

"In the whole world, only you, a little girl, dare to call me a puppy."

Jing Xu stuck out his tongue, and threw himself into Jing Yu's arms mischievously: "Xuxu loves you the most."

Jing Yu's heart couldn't be warmer, and the brows and eyes with his back to Jing Xu were infinitely gentle, just like before.

Jing Xu's illness came and went quickly. Although the cold in summer is uncomfortable, but after running a few laps under the scorching sun and sweating, combined with taking some medicine, it will be cured within three days.

After Jing Xu got well, the teaching nuns in the palace came to the hall to pay their respects.

"His Royal Highness, according to the etiquette system, the princess needs to hold a poetry meeting for noble ladies and noble sons,"

"The location can be chosen from the Princess Hall or the Palace. As for all the lists that come here, the princess can choose."

Jing Xu looked at Mammy, a little confused: Why didn't she remember that there was a record about the poetry meeting in the book?

Ah, no, she remembered, there was a short description of "talented woman" in the book,

It seems that Yang Yue's name as a talented woman came from a poetry meeting,

At that time, Yang Yue had just been canonized as a princess. Not long after, it seemed that Jing Yu specially organized it in order to show her talent and make everyone more convinced of her.

"Well, it's in the Princess Palace."

Mammy nodded: "The servant will record the process and the items needed. If the princess wants to change anything, the servant can change it."

Jing Xu took the scroll from Mammy, looked at it carefully, and searched for it.

(End of this chapter)