Very quickly, Xiao Fu Zi brought the Hound in his sleeves over. 1357924?
Jiujiu looked at the white and plump little white dog that was only the size of a palm and instantly recognized that it was Little White. Little White also recognized Jiujiu and without waiting for Xiao Fu Zi to put him down, he jumped over to Jiujiu, scaring Xiao Fu Zi so much that his legs almost went soft.
This Hound in his sleeves was a national treasure that was offered as tribute by the foreign countries. If he really dropped this Hound in his sleeves, he wouldn't be able to pay for it even if he lost his head.
When Xiao Fu Zi handed Little White over to Jiujiu, Jiujiu caught him. Little White let out an affectionate howl and stuck out his tongue to lick Jiujiu's palm. His charmingly naive appearance made Jiujiu laugh out loud. Her fingers gently rubbed Little White's back and Little White instantly kicked his short little legs, revealing his white and soft belly for Jiujiu to stroke. The little eunuch who came to take care of Little White clicked his tongue in wonder.
One had to know that the belly of a small animal was the most important. Once they revealed their belly to you, it meant that they truly treated you as their master. Who would have thought that this Hound in his sleeves would have such trust in the Empress after only meeting her once. It was truly rare.
Jiujiu scratched Little White's belly before hugging him in her arms. She raised her head to look at Murong Zhao and tenderly said: "Many thanks, Your Majesty. I like it very much."
Seeing Jiujiu's face reveal a little girl's smile, Murong Zhao also smiled.
Murong Zhao was handsome and had a cold temperament. He had always been indifferent to people. Even Imperial Concubine Shu, who had been loved by him for so long, saw Murong Zhao smile for the first time.
Unlike Murong Zhao's cold temper, Murong Zhao's smile was as pure as a child's, so pure that it made people want to treasure it. Jiujiu was a little shocked, not to mention Imperial Concubine Shu, who had never seen Murong Zhao smile before. She felt as if she had drunk more than ten pounds of old vinegar, and her stomach was extremely sour.
His Majesty treated her well, but he had always been indifferent to her. But now, he actually smiled at the Empress. What did this mean? It meant that in His Majesty's heart, the Empress was different. She didn't know what was different, but she subconsciously felt that this was not good. It was something she didn't want.
What's more, when she thought of the dog in her sleeve that Xiao Fu had brought over, Concubine Shu's eyes became even more envious.
She had always liked to raise small animals. She had also raised many small dogs, but she had never seen such an intelligent dog. How could she not want one?
One had to know that this dog in her sleeve was not only cute, but it also represented the Emperor's love. How could she not be envious?
But now, the poetry competition was more important. If she could get first place, then … …
Thinking of the reward, Concubine Shu hurriedly lowered her head and wrote down the few lines of poetry that she had pondered over for the past few days.
Very quickly, Xiao Fu and Ru Hua presented the poems written by the concubines.
Jiujiu's level of appreciation for poetry was average. She casually glanced at them and then threw them all to Murong Zhao.
Seeing Jiujiu's casual actions, Concubine Shu became even more unyielding.
What did the Empress mean? Was she looking down on their poems?
Concubine Shu had been educated by her father since she was young. Her father told her that the Emperor was the Emperor, the most honorable man in the world. He was also the most ruthless man in the world. You could respect him, but you couldn't love him. Because of his status, he was destined to be ruthless. And if you loved him, it was equal to loving a man who would never respond to you. It was destined to be a tragedy.
Therefore, Concubine Shu's fight for the throne was only to stabilize her own position. She wanted to tell everyone that she had not lost the throne and that she still had the Emperor's love. She wanted to earn glory for her family. She had always been a cold woman. She clearly knew that Murong Zhao would not fall in love with any of them, especially Ran Zhiyu.
One had to know that the person who threatened Murong Zhao's position the most was Ran Gang.
And as Ran Gang's daughter, how could Murong Zhao fall in love with her?
Concubine Shu had always told herself this. So when she saw Jiujiu throw her pile of poems to Murong Zhao, she waited for Murong Zhao to lose his temper and make the Empress lose face.
But what surprised her was that not only did Murong Zhao not fall behind the Empress, he rubbed the top of the Empress's head with a look of indulgence. He picked up the xuan paper and continued to read in a good temper. This had never happened before.
Concubine Shu's eyes widened in shock. She didn't recover for a long time. Thinking of that almost impossible matter, Concubine Shu unconsciously shook her head. Impossible. Murong Zhao could fall in love with anyone, but he couldn't fall in love with a woman like Ran Zhiyu.
Concubine Shu told herself over and over again that it was impossible. She didn't know if she was persuading herself or deceiving herself.
Jiujiu was bored to death as she ate fruits and pastries. She felt Murong Zhao look at her with a complaining gaze. She hurriedly picked up a piece of mung bean cake and brought it to Murong Zhao's mouth, saying softly: "Emperor, try it."
Murong Zhao opened his mouth and gently swallowed the mung bean cake in Jiujiu's hand. The tip of his tongue gently licked Jiujiu's finger, licking the crumbs into his stomach. Then he said meaningfully: "It really is delicious."
She didn't expect that Murong Zhao would flirt in front of everyone. Jiujiu's cheeks instantly turned red. After she reacted, she fiercely glared at Murong Zhao. However, Murong Zhao didn't react as if it didn't hurt or itch. He continued to flip through the poems.
After a long time, he picked one out and said: "Who wrote this sentence, 'The little lotus has just revealed its sharp horn, but the dragonfly has already stood on its head?'?"
A woman in green slowly stood up and opened her mouth. Her voice was crisp and pleasant: "Replying to Your Majesty, it was this servant."
Jiujiu blinked and looked over in surprise. Only then did she discover that it was Li Yanqing. Without waiting for Murong Zhao to speak, Jiujiu directly said: "Raise your head and let me see."
Hearing Jiujiu's voice, a trace of humiliation flashed across Li Yanqing's face. However, when she thought of how she had talked to the system for a long time before she made up her mind to get Murong Zhao's love, she could only endure the humiliation and raise her head.
When compared to the delicate and pretty face Jiujiu saw a few days ago, Li Yanqing's face had undergone an astonishing change. It seemed that there was no change from before, but if one looked carefully, there were some small changes. For example, her skin was fairer, her eyes were bigger, her nose bridge was higher, and her lips were more delicate and rosy. The most amazing thing was her face, which had changed from the previous baby fat to a small oval face.
It seemed that there were only small changes, but when put together, it was an earth-shaking change. However, if it was seen by people who knew her well, at most, they would just praise her.
At this moment, Jiujiu heard a voice in her ear: "You have received the Emperor's attention. You are rewarded with five attribute points and the Bright and Enchanting Eyes."
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