The tyrant family read my heart and doted on me.

However, it is written in the book that An Guo Gongfu benefited future generations because of their ancestors' virtues, and their welfare has not been exhausted yet.

There is a person in the book who exposes their family's evil deeds and ends badly.

Therefore, Jiujiu does not intend to bring this matter out now and cause trouble to herself.

Let’s wait until their luck runs out!

·

As soon as Jiujiu went out, Qi Zhongshu followed him with a few great scholars, preparing to continue talking to Jiujiu about becoming a disciple.

But after Jiujiu died, everything was going on in Duke Anguo's mansion.

Although An Guogong's wife, Mrs. Liu, injured her arm and needed to rest, she couldn't rest. She smashed many valuable antiques in the lobby, and even kicked down the ancient bookshelf in her anger.

The lobby that was magnificent a moment ago is now filled with broken porcelain slag.

The place was a mess.

The girl and the boy were too frightened to speak.

The Crown Prince Xu Ran cried loudly due to the pain in his wound. After he fainted from crying, he finally stopped.

But Mrs. Liu couldn't calm down, she was still making trouble.

Anguo Gong Xu Yi couldn't stand Liu's troubles, so he slapped Liu in anger and said angrily: "Liu, what do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do? Why do you have the nerve to ask?" Mrs. Liu covered her face and cried: "Back then, you asked to marry me because of your merits. If it weren't for that merit, would I marry you?"

"But now, the princess actually says that your credit is false?"

"You admitted it yourself."

"You lied to me, you hurt me."

Xu Yi was not afraid of boiling water and said: "It's been so many years, what's wrong? Do you still want to divorce me because of this?"

"Yes, Heli." Mrs. Liu said: "Your scandal of pretending to take credit, even if the princess promises you not to expose it today, it will be exposed in the future. Paper can't cover up the fire after all."

"I want to make peace immediately."

For the sake of her own life and that of her son, Ms. Liu really did not intend to have sex with Xu Yi.

Liu's view of Jiujiu also suddenly changed.

Before, she blamed Jiujiu for her son's injury, but now, she was somewhat grateful to Jiujiu.

If Jiujiu hadn't exposed this bad thing, she would have been kept in the dark and wouldn't know anything. When the revelation comes, she will have no choice but to accept the fate of being implicated and killed by Xu Yi.

Her mother's family, the Liu family, couldn't avoid it either.

Now, everything is about to turn around.

But how could Xu Yi be willing to reconcile.

He threatened: "I will not divorce, Mrs. Liu. If you really don't want to be with me, then I will divorce you."

Mrs. Liu will definitely not accept being divorced.

There cannot be any divorced women in the Liu family.

Xu Yi thought he had the Liu family under control.

Mrs. Liu said, "If you divorce your wife, divorce your wife. It's up to you. However, I want to take my son away, and my son will write a letter of dissolution of marriage to you."

Xu Yi was stunned. Mrs. Liu didn't care about being divorced?

She wants to take her son away?

He is going to ruin his family!

The little princess was like a living king of hell, but once she came to his house, Duke An Guo's house was thrown into chaos and there was no peace.

He will also become a loner.

He must avoid the King of Hell in the future, no, no, no, princess.

Xu Yi covered his aching heart and said, "I don't know how to divorce my wife, and I don't know how to write a letter of dissolution. Have you given up on this?"

Mrs. Liu: "..."

How could I give up?

·

After Jiujiu went out, Qi Zhongshu, who was caught up, and several of his Confucian friends formed a circle and were trapped in the middle of the circle, unable to get out.

Jiujiu looked up at the faces of the old men surrounding her and said, "You are so good and bad, you are hundreds of years old in total, and you still bully me like this?"

"Ah ah ah, come here, help!"

"I'm surrounded. I'm dying. I have no freedom."

There was panic and fear in Jiujiu's voice, but it was unclear whether he was pretending or whether it was true.

The few guards assigned to Jiujiu by the prince have been accompanying him to protect Jiujiu.

After hearing Jiujiu's cry for help, they were worried that something might happen to Jiujiu, so they rushed forward to save Jiujiu.

But Qi Zhongshu stopped him.

"She's pretending to be scared, you don't have to worry."

"Besides, we won't hurt the princess."

Qi Zhongshu had a high reputation in the court.

The guards were the prince's people, and the prince had been taught by Qi Zhongshu. Naturally, the prince's people also knew Qi Zhongshu.

Qi Zhongshu said so, and the guards did not dare to go too far.

The guards took a step back and looked at Jiujiu with eyes that said, "Princess, please wish for yourself."

Jiujiu: "Don't talk about martial ethics."

"Stop surrounding me, let me go quickly?" Jiujiu yelled.

Qi Zhong wrote: "Little fox, let go of you. What if you run away again?"

Qi Zhongshu had experienced Jiujiu running away in front of him once, and he didn't want to experience it a second time.

He was on guard against Jiujiu.

"I won't run away." Jiujiu blinked and said sincerely.

"I do not believe."

As Qi Zhongshu said this, he and his friends carried Jiujiu into the carriage and entered the palace.

Qi Zhongshu was going to go to the palace immediately to ask Emperor Zhaoning for an order to make Jiujiu his closed disciple.

In this life, he only has one close disciple, Jiujiu.

After entering the palace, Qi Zhongshu led Jiujiu to the imperial study. As he walked, he said to a few friends: "You guys have to speak for me later? Can you accept the princess as a closed disciple? Not only do you want to see me , it’s up to you too.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Caiwei suddenly appeared.

She stood not far away from Qi Zhongshu and his party, curtsied and said, "Sir, this slave is polite."

Qi Zhongshu didn't even look at Feng Caiwei. After casually saying no courtesy, he led Jiujiu and his friends forward.

Feng Caiwei hurriedly stepped forward, opened her arms, stopped a few people, and handed the poem she wrote to Qi Zhongshu.

"Sir, this is a poem written by my slave."

"My friends say that this poem only exists in heaven and is rarely seen in the human world. My servant was a little frightened after hearing this. Did you come here to ask for your advice?"

Jiujiu muttered in her heart: [What is this Feng Caiwei doing again? 】

[Hey Duan Duan, why are you writing poetry? 】

After Qi Zhongshu was stopped, he did not read the poem Feng Caiwei handed him, but looked at Feng Caiwei with a frown that could kill a fly.

He knew this Feng Caiwei, she was Prince Duan's daughter.

King Duan is very different from other princes in the royal family.

They are all of imperial blood, and the other princes have their own strengths and are very smart. Only this Prince Duan was so stupid that he looked as if he was not the emperor's son.

Before he was imprisoned, if he had not given birth to a daughter, it would have been difficult for him to get into the eyes of the royal family.

He is stupid, and the daughter he gave birth to is not much better.

It is generally difficult for bad bamboo to produce good bamboo shoots.

Qi Zhongshu thought that Feng Caiwei's poems were not much better and not worth reading.

He didn't look at it, but a few of his friends looked at it for the sake of Feng Caiwei's progress and gave Feng Caiwei face.

After reading it, several people were amazed.

"Oh my God, what kind of wonderful poem is this?"

"I have lived for most of my life and have never seen anything like this before."

"Excellent poem?" Qi Zhongshu glanced at a few people suspiciously. Are they afraid that they have been bribed? What peerless poems can Feng Caiwei write?

Also, their expressions are so exaggerated.

"Let me see, what kind of good poem is it?" Qi Zhongshu curiously took a few pieces of tissue paper and read it. After reading it, he also sighed with emotion: "Good poems are indeed good poems through the ages."