After attacking the tyrant, I held the wrong thigh

Chapter 117
Sure enough, Yang Yue's name was impressively listed, ranking very high among the noble women and noble sons, ranking third.

The first is Jing Mo, the second is Yang Xing, and the third is Yang Yue. No.4 is Zhao Ziqi's turn.

Although Taishi Yang and Taishi Zhao have the same official positions, Taishi Yang is the prince's teacher after all, and the three princes have always been more respected. It is understandable that Yang Xing and Yang Yue are ranked ahead of Zhao Ziqi.

Jing Xu looked at Nanny: "Come back later in the afternoon."

Mammy nodded: "Your maidservant will leave first."

Holding the list in her hands, Jing Xu's mind was wandering, so, should Yang Yue find an excuse not to let her enter the palace?
If entering the palace this time is an opportunity for auspiciousness to come into the world, at that time, even if she has not been conferred the title of princess, she will be proclaimed a saint.

While Jing Xu was still thinking about it, Siwen walked in with a grim expression.

Jing Xu put down the list and looked at Siwen: "What's wrong, Siwen, you look so bad."

Siwen looked at Jing Xu, as if he took a deep breath before opening his mouth: "Grand Master Yang and his daughter are asking to see you."

what?
Jing Xu was stunned, and blurted out: "What are they here for?"

Siwen shook her head, meaning she didn't know either.

Jing Xu opened his mouth, the important officials brought their female relatives into the palace, usually for important events or with special permission.

Could it be that grand master Yang took Yang Yue to meet Jing Yu?
Jing Xu's heart seemed to be tightly squeezed by a hand, she took a long time to catch her breath and said to Siwen: "Let them in."

Siwen glanced at Jing Xu, nodded, and walked out of the hall.

Not long after, Grand Master Yang and Yang Yue walked in together: "I pay my respects to the princess."

"My daughter pays homage to the princess."

Jing Xu looked at Yang Yue, who had a face like mutton fat jade, eyes like stars, slim and fairy-like, and his heart trembled slightly.

What a beautiful girl, she is only ten years old and already looks like a fairy coming down to earth, no wonder when the Great Zhou was destroyed, the rest of the countries wanted to take Yang Yue away.

She is so beautiful that even Jing Xu would subconsciously use himself to compare who is more beautiful between himself and her.

It was obvious that she was better than herself.

Jing Xu really didn't want to admit that the fact that he had been raised by the palace for so many years was nothing compared to Yang Yue.

But it is true.

She is a woman who will fall in love with anyone who sees her.

"Get up." Jing Xu said softly.

Taishi Yang and Yang Yue got up together.

"I don't know what the Grand Master is here for?" Jing Xu still maintained his composure on the face, but his hands that were actually tucked into his sleeves were already tightly clenched, so that he didn't look so nervous.

"When I heard that the princess was holding a poetry meeting, I thought of letting my little girl help the princess. My little girl has studied piano, chess, poetry, painting, and six arts since she was a child. She has even been praised by Lord Belle and General Jiang."

"The princess discussed the poetry meeting with her brothers and sisters again, so she dared to invite Ying on her own."

Almost forgot, now Jing Mo is Lord Belle.

As for the poetry meeting, it is indeed as Yang Taishi said.

The palace will prepare a poetry meeting for the first princess. If there is no first princess, it will be held for the first princess.

At that time, all noble sons and noble daughters between the ages of ten and seventeen will come to participate in this poetry meeting, and all princes and daughters of the appropriate age in the palace will also participate.

To put it bluntly, this poetry meeting is a large-scale award ceremony held by the government. For example, the names of the four great talents, the four beautiful men, or the talented women, etc. are also spread from the poetry meeting.



(End of this chapter)