But she did not dare to lose her temper with the Emperor. She could only look at Jiujiu and say, "If you have nothing to do today, come to my Qiankun Palace. I will make your favorite osmanthus cake. How about that?"
The Empress did not dare to lose her temper with Mo Ling, nor did she dare to express anything to the Emperor. But it was different with Jiujiu.
Therefore, the Empress directly turned her attention to Jiujiu.
The Empress had long wanted to know how Mo Ling had trained Jiujiu during this period of time. But the people she sent to Jiujiu had already been subdued by Mo Ling. Not to mention her, even Emperor Wu of Han would not be able to get anything out of those people. The Empress had no choice but to turn her attention to Jiujiu.
Jiujiu knew what the Empress was thinking. But when she thought that she would not be defeated if she knew her enemy, she ignored Mo Ling's unwillingness and nodded in agreement.
Seeing that Jiujiu was the same as before and would nod in agreement as long as she made a request, the strange feeling in the Empress' heart dissipated.
She even ignored the fact that the Emperor didn't hold her hand just now. She walked to her seat and pretended as if nothing had happened. With a smile on her face, she welcomed the compliments of the civil and military officials.
However, although the Empress was old in the past, she had taken good care of herself. With all kinds of expensive jewelry piled on her body, she was like a graceful and luxurious peony.
But now, the Empress had lost more than ten jin in just half a month. Her originally thin face looked as if there was no flesh on it. Although the Empress was still wearing all kinds of expensive jewelry, because she was too thin, she did not have a graceful and luxurious feeling. Instead, she was like a child wearing adult clothes. It was very funny.
Because Mo Ling had taken Jiujiu in and taught her personally, the Emperor held the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet especially grand. In the middle of the banquet, he even called Jiujiu up and asked Jiujiu to improvise a poem.
After hearing the Emperor's request, whether it was the Empress or the officials that had been sent by the Emperor to teach Jiujiu, they all broke out in a cold sweat.
They had taught Jiujiu to the point where she could only write her own name. Even if the State Preceptor had accepted her as his disciple for half a month, no matter how powerful the State Preceptor was, he was not a deity who could stuff all the knowledge into Jiujiu's brain.
Previously, Jiujiu only knew how to write her own name. Now, she had to compose a poem. This was simply asking a person without legs to participate in a five-kilometer long-distance race.
At the thought of this, all the ministers felt their vision turn black. There was only one word in their minds: It's over.
However, before they could faint, they saw Jiujiu stand up like a pine tree.
In the past, Li Wan would always feel guilty and afraid when facing such situations. Therefore, when the Empress proposed to have a substitute attend court in her place, she hurriedly agreed.
But Jiujiu was different. She had been a big star before and had seen countless big scenes.
Not to mention the civil and military officials of the court, even if there were thousands or tens of thousands of people present, Jiujiu would not panic at all.
However, composing a poem was a bit difficult. Jiujiu directly opened her mouth and recited a Shuidiao song.
"When will the bright moon appear? With a cup of wine in my hand, I ask the clear sky. I wonder what year it is in the heavenly palace..."
Jiujiu had just started to recite the beginning of the poem when the eyes of the ministers, who had originally felt their vision turning black, instantly lit up.
How could the person who was sent by the Emperor to teach the Crown Prince be a mediocre person? As soon as Jiujiu opened her mouth, they could hear the extraordinariness of this poem.
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All of them showed a drunken look.
The Empress was able to sit on the throne of the Empress. Naturally, she was proficient in zither, chess, calligraphy and painting. Therefore, when she heard these words, her heart suddenly tightened. Her lowered hands clenched into fists. She squeezed the handkerchief in her hand tightly and secretly gritted her teeth.
She had only been taught by the State Preceptor for half a month and she could compose such a poem. If the State Preceptor continued to teach Jiujiu, then her ideas...
At the thought of her efforts over the years being wasted, the Empress, who had not dared to fight against Mo Ling because of fear, hardened her heart again.
The Empress was afraid of Mo Ling. But if Mo Ling became her stumbling block in the future, then she did not mind stepping on Mo Ling, this stumbling block, into the mud.
However, when she thought of how she had asked someone to teach Li Wan for two days before Li Wan learned how to write her name, the Empress once again expressed her doubts about the poem that Jiujiu read out.
Even if the State Preceptor was very powerful, how could he teach Jiujiu, who was almost illiterate, to become a great writer in just half a month? Could it be that the State Preceptor gave those poems to Jiujiu in order to show his face and let Jiujiu recite them to tease the Emperor?
After Jiujiu read out the remaining few sentences, the Emperor raised his hand and clapped first, shouting, "Good poem, good poem."
The Emperor opened his mouth and gave a series of rewards, and directly gave Mo Ling a mansion of the State Preceptor.
Regarding this, Mo Ling's expression was indifferent and her attitude was neither servile nor overbearing.
Regarding this, the Emperor did not feel disobedient. Instead, he respected Mo Ling more.
With the end of the banquet, the Empress directly asked people to take Jiujiu away.
Mo Ling originally wanted to follow them to protect Jiujiu, but after receiving Jiujiu's signal of refusal, he stopped. However, Mo Ling's face gradually turned cold because of Jiujiu's refusal made the ministers who wanted to talk to him shrink back.
Although it was good to get a few words of advice from the State Preceptor, it was not fun to be rejected by the State Preceptor.
The ministers who originally wanted to talk to Mo Ling instantly did not dare to approach him.
When they arrived at the Kunning Palace, the Empress's face, which was still on the surface, instantly revealed a motherly smile. With a face full of smiles, she looked at Jiujiu and asked, "Wan'er, that poem just now was written by you?"
Jiujiu was so natural and unrestrained in front of outsiders, but now, Jiujiu was so timid and cowardly. Jiujiu blinked her beautiful cat eyes, revealing a trace of fear in her eyes. Then, she quickly shook her head and said softly, "No, it was not written by me. It was written by the State Preceptor himself."
After the Empress thought that it was as expected, she looked at Jiujiu again and asked, "Then what did the State Preceptor teach you during this period of time?"
The Empress made up her mind. If Mo Ling really taught Jiujiu other things, she would definitely think of a way to drive Mo Ling out of the palace.
Jiujiu, who saw through the Empress's thoughts, blinked her eyes, pursed her lips and said softly, "The State Preceptor did not teach me anything."
"He did not teach you?"
Jiujiu nodded, looked at the Empress and said, "He told me to learn how to speak and walk like father. He also told me to... to..."
"What did he tell you to do?"
"He told me to recite the poem he wrote. He said that if father asked, I should say that I wrote it myself."
"As expected." The Empress looked at Jiujiu, who was as timid as before, and curled the corners of her mouth in satisfaction.
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