Lord, are you looking for a smoke?

Autumn: The sky is high and the air is crisp, the leaves are yellowish, the wind is rustling, and the autumn chrysanthemums are fragrant.

Chia stood beside the garden, looking at the pastel chrysanthemums, she smiled slightly: "Yellow chrysanthemums are as delicate and fresh as oranges; red chrysanthemums are as gorgeous and attractive as apples; pink chrysanthemums are as sexy as Kona Her thin lips are so charming!" She nodded in satisfaction.

"Empress Yufei, how talented are you?" A green-clothed maid clapped her hands and applauded.

"Is that good? This king really thinks it's a mess, it's too late!" Cheng Ke approached helplessly, reached out from behind her, and pulled her into his arms.

Qian Ya struggled to leave him in displeasure, staring at her beautiful eyes and shouting: "Are you despising me?"

Cheng Ke nodded: "My concubine, that's exactly what I mean!"

"You!" She gritted her teeth and gritted her teeth.

"Wait!" Cheng Ke preemptively spread his hands and said with a smile: "Today in the center of Xuanyu City, there is a rare 'Ancient Poetry Showdown' competition that has not been seen in a century. Do you want to participate with me?"

Chia Ya smiled awkwardly: "No!"

"Are you scared?" He challenged her.

"Who said I'm scared? If I go, I'm afraid of whom?" She turned around and wanted to leave.

"You want to run away?" He asked with a smirk.

"Who said I'm leaving? I'm going back to the wing!"

After finishing speaking, she ran quickly to the study next to Yuyuan Pavilion.

……

"Whoa, whoa!"

She picked out a few ancient books from the bookshelf, found a few pages at random, and tore them up with both hands.

Cheng Keyuan thought that a big mouse had crawled into the study, and led the maids and servants to lie in ambush by the door quietly. Seeing Qian Ya's crazy scene, he gasped and became furious.

"Well! It seems that it is not enough!"

She put those pages into her bosom, and went to the bookshelf to look for some ancient poetry books.

"Concubine Yu, stop!"

Cheng Ke couldn't bear to roar.

Chia Ya froze for a second, then smiled obsequiously, picked up an ancient book, and slapped it on the shelf: "Damn, so many cockroaches? See if I don't beat you!"

He is angry at this moment, but he can't be angry; he can't laugh, he can't laugh.

"Shall we go?"

"Not yet! I still have to prepare!" She looked at Cheng Ke and said with a smile, "My lord, Ke, my husband, I need your help!"

She approached Cheng Ke, and threw radio eyes at him: "Are you okay? I love you! Pop!" She said sweetly, making the goosebumps on the surrounding servants fall all over the ground.

Cheng Ke couldn't stand her cramped eyes, and said, "Okay, tell me!"

Chia Ya smiled, tiptoed close to her ear, and whispered.

His face immediately turned red, and his anger was on the verge of breaking out: "You...you..."

"Ke, if you want to see me win bravely in the ancient poetry competition, you'd better listen to my concubine and feel sorry for yourself!"

Cheng Ke gritted his teeth, complaining silently in his heart: Xiao Yu, you forced me first!I see how you will lose face in the duel of ancient poems, cry and hide in my arms!This time he... endured it!

Chia Ya smiled charmingly: Ke, go to the street in a while and see if you will die of embarrassment! ~