Survive, the rules of rebirth for the villain witch

"What do you mean?"

When Youhuang came back, she saw the terrace piled with jewelry, clothes, furs, and decorations. She asked Chu Ce and Shen Zhaojun who were sitting next to her in surprise.

Chu Ce hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said, "His Majesty heard about the two lines of poetry you wrote from His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and he specially gave you these things to encourage you. I hope you can continue to work hard and write a complete poem."

"Can you refuse?"

You Huang was speechless and was questioned in the palace for the whole morning.

I finally solved the problem, but it was brought up again when I got home, and the good mood I had created from beating someone up in the afternoon disappeared in an instant.

"cannot……"

"I didn't really write a poem, I just said a few words casually."

Chu Ce's affirmative answer almost made You Huang explode, and Chu Ce was so scared that he quickly said: "His Majesty wants you to try, it doesn't matter if you can't write it."

Fortunately, he did not pat his chest to agree at the court meeting, otherwise his daughter would have to run away overnight. He comforted her, "Dad also told Her Majesty that given your personality, you might just say it casually and never thought about writing a poem. He asked her not to have too high hopes for you."

"Really?"

Youhuang looked at Chu Ce in surprise.

Chu Ce patted his chest and said, "Really, how could Daddy make things difficult for you."

"What should we do with these things?" You Huang glanced at the things in front of him. They took up too much space here.

"Huang'er, take a look first and pick out the ones you like. Mother will have the rest moved out of the warehouse." Shen Zhaojun said with a smile, and tactfully did not force her daughter to write poetry.

"Oh, by the way, something happened in the palace today." You Huang recounted what happened today and said, "Although the Crown Prince took care of it, I don't know what the Marquis of Anguo will think. I'm telling you so that you can be prepared."

I expected my daughter to be targeted, but I didn’t expect it to happen so soon.

Chu Ce comforted his daughter, "Daddy said, as long as you don't kill anyone, everything else is a small matter."

"Huang'er, go change your clothes first. Mother has asked someone to make your favorite braised prawns and braised pork. They won't taste good if they're cold." Seeing that her daughter was still in her school uniform, Shen Zhaojun asked her to change her clothes quickly and have dinner.

Youhuang nodded and went back to her room to change clothes.

After his daughter left, Chu Ce sighed and said, "Although your majesty asked Huang'er to try, from her expression she wants a complete poem."

Shen Zhaojun read his daughter's words again, savored them and smiled, "Really, just reading these two lines of poetry, the scene of the sunset in the border town is still in front of my eyes. I really don't know what Huang'er was thinking at the time."

"You can ask her."

Chu Ce said disapprovingly: "If you want to know what your daughter thinks, just ask her directly."

Shen Zhaojun shook his head and said helplessly, "I'm worried that if I ask, Huang'er will think I'm forcing her to write poetry."

"You think too much..." Chu Ce comforted his wife, "It's normal for parents to care about their children's situation in the palace school. Just ask directly. It's her business whether she tells it or not."

"At least now she will take the initiative to tell us what she thinks and what problems she encounters." Chu Ce said with a smile: "Look at Youyou, she was bullied outside for such a long time, and she didn't dare to tell her second brother after she came back. It was our daughter who helped her solve the problem."

Shen Zhaojun thought for a moment and said, "Huang'er helped Youyou. My second brother doesn't have any thoughts, but I'm afraid my second sister-in-law will think too much."

"Sister Youyou told my second aunt that she didn't take it seriously." Chu Ce heard his daughter's voice before he even opened his mouth: "She also said that if you show up, people outside will think that the Marquis of Wushen Mansion is bullying others... What kind of logic is that? An illusory reputation is more important than my daughter's life."

"..."

Shen Zhaojun wanted to say something, but immediately shut up when he heard his daughter's words.

You Huang sat down and said, "Besides, what's the difference between slapping Sister Youyou's face and slapping the Wushen Houfu and my second uncle's face?"

"So Huang'er took action to protect the reputation of the Marquis of Wushen Mansion." Shen Zhaojun showed a gratified smile. Youhuang thought for a moment and said, "Half true and half false."

"It's mainly to establish my authority and prevent others from causing trouble for me." You Huang raised his head and said coldly, "Otherwise, my daughter will have to waste her time dealing with these useless people who are only thinking about how to climb onto the prince's bed."

puff……

Chu Ce couldn't help laughing out loud.

Shen Zhaojun rolled her eyes at her husband and said, "Why did you bring up the desert and get yourself into trouble?"

"It all started when the people in the dining hall refused to give me meat." You Huang talked about what happened the day before yesterday, and ended by saying, "Mr. Fang asked on behalf of Mr. Yan Rong. I was in a hurry to go home at the time, so I said a few words casually. Who would have known that when I went to school this morning, I found out that someone hadn't slept well all night because of these two words, and even forced me to write a complete poem."

"Why didn't you tell mother earlier? How can I concentrate on the class if I'm hungry?" Shen Zhaojun said with a distressed look on her face: "Tomorrow mother will ask them to prepare the meat early in the morning. You can take it to the palace school to eat. Don't starve yourself."

"The problem has been solved." You Huang said disapprovingly, "From today on, I will eat in the same dining hall with the gentlemen."

"It's a good thing that you eat with the gentlemen, but it will cause trouble for the dean." Shen Zhaojun thought for a moment and said, "If the parents of other children find out, they will feel that the palace school is unfair to their children and will definitely report it to His Majesty. It's too troublesome."

"Let's make it ourselves." Shen Zhaojun said to her daughter with a smile, "What do you want to eat? Mother will have someone prepare it."

"...Okay then." Youhuang wanted to refuse, but when she thought about having dinner with the master and the others, she would inevitably be asked about poetry, so it would be better to eat in the dining hall.

"Just think about what you want to eat tomorrow and let Tingxue come and tell your mother." Shen Zhaojun was particularly happy that her daughter would listen to her. She personally picked up a lot of dishes for her daughter and kept asking her to eat more.

After dinner, Youhuang sat at the desk in a daze.

Looking at the furnishings in the study room that were bestowed by the empress, he had to grind ink and pick up his pen to write a poem.

Even though he just told himself to give it a try, it was unavoidable. After some thought, Youhuang decided to quote two poems that were close to his current life.

First: Huaixu Pavilion

Sit alone in the secluded Huangli, playing the piano and roaring.

People in the deep forest don't know, the bright moon comes to see each other.

Second: Jiang Xue

Thousands of birds and all-rounders.

An old man in a straw raincoat stands in a boat, fishing in the snow on the cold river.

The original title of the first poem was "The Pavilion in the Bamboo Grove", but it was changed to "Huaixu Pavilion" by Fourth Uncle to suit the occasion. The content is also similar to Fourth Uncle's situation and will not arouse anyone's suspicion.

The second poem corresponds to the current season. I grew up in Nanshi Market and have seen old people fishing in the severe cold. The sentences are very realistic, and no one would think much about it even if it is a good poem.

You Huang Ting Xue called over, handed over the poem she had written, and said, "Give this to the Marquis, and tell the Marquis's wife that I want to eat spicy crab tomorrow."