Jiujiu stared at the fish and smiled. "I'll take this fish."
"It's great that Miss likes it."
Just as the Fourth Prince finished speaking, his attendant came in from outside and whispered in the Fourth Prince's ear, "Master, everything is ready."
The Fourth Prince looked at Jiujiu and said, "I saw that Miss liked the crabs and there's a basket left. I'll give it all to Miss."
Jiujiu didn't care about gold, silver and jewels, but Jiujiu accepted all the food.
Even though she knew that the Fourth Prince wasn't a good person, Jiujiu gave the Fourth Prince a rare favor on account of him giving her so much good food.
Returning the favor.
Jiujiu couldn't give the Fourth Prince the throne, but she could give him some small favors.
Jiujiu raised her hand and calculated that the Fourth Prince would soon fall seriously ill. She took out a porcelain bottle from her sleeve and handed it to the Fourth Prince. "This is a medicinal pill refined by my master. It can cure all illnesses. I'll give it to you."
The Fourth Prince took the bottle. "Thank you, Miss."
Jiujiu said, "You're welcome."
She just didn't want to owe the Fourth Prince anything.
After all, they were going to fall out in the future.
The Fourth Prince, who didn't know Jiujiu's plan, thought that after this incident, he could become friends with Jiujiu.
After hearing the Fourth Prince's order to send the things to the Grand Tutor's residence, Jiujiu followed the Fourth Prince back to the front yard.
When Jiujiu and the Fourth Prince arrived, they heard Su Mi say with a smile, "Fourth Brother, you came at the right time. We were preparing to use autumn as the theme and see whose poem is the best."
After Su Mi finished speaking, she looked at Jiujiu, who was standing behind the Fourth Prince. Her eyes darkened, and her smile became even gentler and more appropriate. "Miss studied under the State Preceptor, your literary talent must be excellent. Miss, why don't you join us?"
Jiujiu, who was very sensitive to people's emotions, felt Su Mi's sudden gloomy mood. She narrowed her eyes and chuckled. "Since it's a competition, how can there be no prize?
How about this, no matter who gets first place, I'll do a reading for him for free. You can ask anything you want ~ "
Chu Hai's foresight was godly. Jiujiu had studied under Chu Hai, so naturally, she wouldn't be any weaker.
Thinking of how the elders in the family praised Chu Hai, and then thinking of how Jiujiu said that she could tell Su Mi's future, the people who were just laughing for a moment instantly took it seriously.
After all, the temptation of Jiujiu's free words and any questions could be asked was too great.
Everyone at the scene took up all their energy and racked their brains to come up with a good poem.
Hearing Jiujiu's promise of a prize, Su Mi's expression stiffened. She laughed dryly and looked at Jiujiu, asking, "Miss, what do you mean? Are you not going to participate?"
Jiujiu sat back in her seat, drinking tea and laughing. "If I compete with you in a poem writing competition, I'll be bullying the young. This isn't very good."
Su Mi thought that Jiujiu would say that she didn't know how to write, but she never expected that Jiujiu would say that she was bullying the young.
Su Mi felt that she was about to be angered to the point of laughing by Jiujiu.
Su Mi sneered. "Miss, what do you mean? I think that you're afraid that you won't write well and make a fool of yourself, so you're saying this. "
No matter how good Jiujiu was, she was only a seven or eight-year-old child. How good could a seven or eight-year-old child write a poem?
Saying that she was bullying the young was just an excuse because she was afraid of losing face.
For a little girl to be so glib, her master, the State Preceptor, must be jackals of the same tribe as her. No wonder father hated the two of them so much.
Although she knew that Su Mi didn't like her, Jiujiu didn't think that Su Mi would be so blunt.
Jiujiu was startled at first, then she smiled. Yao Yao Literature Network
Jiujiu looked at Su Mi with a faint smile and chuckled. "What does it have to do with you whether my poem is good or not?"
Su Mi's face turned red. "Whether Miss writes well or not naturally has nothing to do with me. But if you don't know how to write, then you don't know how to write. Just say it directly. If Miss doesn't know how to write, then it's not very good to boast."
Su Mi pressed on, step by step. Jiujiu's smile widened. Everyone who heard the argument between Jiujiu and Su Mi looked at Su Mi in surprise.
Because in everyone's eyes, Su Mi's image was tolerant, magnanimous, and knowledgeable. It was really abnormal for her to be so calculative today.
"I am the future State Preceptor. I only need to divine the future. Without me divining the future, can you write poems so freely?
Moreover, whether I participate or not, what does it have to do with you?
I already said that I don't want to participate because I don't want to bully the young. Since you insist on being calculative, then I will fulfill your wish. "
Jiujiu picked up the brush and wrote on the paper in a moment.
Listening to the zither.
Playing the zither, the golden millet pillar, the white hand in front of the jade room.
Wanting to receive the attention of Zhou, from time to time strumming the zither.
Su Mi was famous in Shengjing. Apart from her appearance and her father who was the Prime Minister, she was also good at playing the zither.
Su Mi wanted everyone to use autumn as the theme. Although Jiujiu didn't use autumn, she used the zither to mock Su Mi.
The reason why Su Mi was at odds with her was because the Fourth Prince had taken good care of her.
No matter if it was a poem or something else, she wanted to expose her bad side. She wanted to use her bad side to set off her good side. She also wanted to indirectly tell the Fourth Prince that she was the one who was most worthy of him in the future.
How could Su Mi not see that Jiujiu was using Jiujiu's poem to mock her? Her pretty face instantly flushed red, and her beautiful eyes instantly filled with tears. She fiercely glared at Jiujiu and turned to leave.
Looking at Su Mi's back, Jiujiu clicked her tongue and looked at the people present. "If anyone can write a better poem than mine, I will give him a free divination. If not, please forgive me for leaving first."
The people present were all around the age of twelve or fourteen. Even if they had excellent literary talent, they couldn't write a poem like Jiujiu's.
Seeing that no one responded, Jiujiu chuckled, threw her pen and left.
Jiujiu had just stepped outside when she saw Chu Hai standing at the door.
Jiujiu trotted to Chu Hai's side and asked in surprise, "How did you know that I would come out now?"
"I divined it." Chu Hai rubbed Jiujiu's little head. "If you don't want to, just come out. Why waste your breath on her?"
Chu Hai was talking about Su Mi.
If Chu Hai could predict that she would come out at this time, he could naturally predict her quarrel with Su Mi.
Jiujiu grabbed Chu Hai's hand and followed Chu Hai back, saying, "It's not very good for you to calculate me like this."
"If you don't like it, I won't calculate it."
Jiujiu shook her head. "I don't like it. People always have secrets. If you calculate me like this, I feel like I'm standing in front of you naked, without any privacy."
"I won't calculate you in the future."
"Oh right, just now the Fourth Prince gave me a deep sea fish and some crabs. Can you cook them for me tomorrow?"
"Okay."
Jiujiu paused. "I gave the Fourth Prince a pill."
"I know."
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