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Mu Feicai's dream is to be a poet, but unfortunately in this era of pursuit of fame and wealth, poetry is almost extinct, he is destined to be invisible.
It wasn't until one day that Mu Fei woke up and became the only female poetry collector in the dynasty. She traveled all over the country, collecting and composing poems among all living beings. Her talent was praised by the people, but she also got involved in court disputes.
"Young emperor, regent, or prince of Beihuang, who do you choose?"
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"The willows are floating in smoke, the carved windows are carved, and the feather cups are turning around to form a couple."
Mu Feicai used poetry to outline the various aspects of the world, and weaved a complicated dream for the young emperor he picked up.
However, in the shadow that she could not see, the seemingly pitiful little emperor was making careful plans step by step.
Every tear, forced smile, and inadvertent show of weakness in front of her were all carefully planned by him.
Her pen will become his sword.
Her reputation is a bargaining chip in the overall game with the Regent.
And her people can only belong to him.
"Besides me, do you have any chance to choose?"
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The young emperor suppressed his raging possessiveness, hid his fangs and claws, and pretended to be well-behaved and pitiful.
Until one day——
He heard that his little girl was trapped in the tent by the prince of Beihuang who had admired her for a long time.
This move was really offensive, but the little girl blushed...
The emperor sent a decree and ordered Mu Cai, a poet official, to come to the palace to see him immediately.
Mu Feicai thought something important had happened and entered the palace without stopping, only to see Jingze half-undressed and lazily leaning on the dragon chair in the Qinzheng Hall.
Before he could even finish his salute, Mu Feicai was picked up and pressed on the dragon chair, his breathing suddenly became rapid.
Uncharacteristically, the emperor raised the corners of his mouth, smiling wildly and dangerously.
"If I had known that Aiqing liked this, I wouldn't have pretended."
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Occasionally a smart little nerd x often pretend to be a weak big bad wolf
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The poems mentioned in this article are all original.
There should be no common mistakes. If you have overlooked anything, please feel free to add it in the comment area~
Concept: Poems are eternal treasures.
