Done! Your Majesty is going to prostitute me for free!

Chapter 43 Heartbroken

"Tear off his hand and slap him hard on the face!"

Following this extremely sinister order, the stubborn light shining in Wu Xianyi's eyes dimmed instantly.

Li Haihua was gnashing his teeth at this moment, his hatred could not be suppressed, and he only wanted to repay the damage twice as much.

When he discovered that the face that Wu Xianyi defended to the death was the opponent's destiny, the corners of his mouth curved into a cold arc.

Li Haihua gave an order, and the nursing staff obeyed the order. They quickly and forcefully opened Wu Xianyi's clenched hands, followed by a heavy rain of sticks, fiercely hitting his once smooth and jade-like face.

In an instant, Wu Xianyi's originally handsome face turned into a blurry and colorful picture, broken into pieces.

At the same time, Minister Li Qiuyan, who was in charge of the household department in the study, was disturbed by a sudden noise in the courtyard.

His steady and powerful feet stepped on the bluestone, making a low reverberation. As his pace advanced, he suddenly pushed open the heavy threshold of the hall, and his figure gradually merged into the turmoil of the night.

As soon as they appeared, what they saw was a scene like a farce in the market: two young bodies huddled in the crowd, suffering the ruthless lessons of sticks.

When Li Qiuyan witnessed this scene, his thick sword-like eyebrows instantly twisted into knots, like the top of a mountain, and a voice as powerful as a bell suddenly burst into the night sky: "Stop it all!"

His eyes quickly locked on one of the young men, his son Li Haihua. Li Qiuyan stared at him with majestic eyes and asked loudly: "Haihua, what kind of chaotic situation is this? What is the reason?"

When Li Haihua felt his father's sharp gaze coming towards him, the long-suppressed frustration in his heart was about to burst out like a flood bursting from a dam. He walked forward tremblingly until he fell on the edge of Li Qiuyan's solid boots. Tears rolled in his eyes, and finally turned into a shrill cry: "Father!"

When Li Qiuyan saw this, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, and he immediately grabbed his son decisively. His serious face did not allow any weakness: "A man has gold under his knees, how can it be a manly behavior to cry and cry! Stand up and speak!"

Li Haihua managed to straighten his waist under his father's efforts, but there seemed to be a fire burning in his chest, and every breath he took was accompanied by painful gasps.

Worry gathered in Li Qiuyan's brows. He looked around. With his years of experience in officialdom and his ability to see into people's hearts, he had vaguely guessed the story behind this conflict - his son's purpose of going to the poetry meeting was actually to cause trouble for Lin Xiaofeng. However, at this moment The miserably failed appearance, obviously did not achieve the expected goal, but put himself in a dilemma.

When Li Haihua's mood calmed down a little, Li Qiuyan pressed for details: "Why did you punish these two people with a stick? Especially who is the man in white who is as bloated as a ball?"

Li Haihua glared angrily at Wu Xianyi, who had been beaten beyond recognition. The resentment in his heart was as hot as volcanic lava. He gritted his teeth and expressed his hatred word for word: "These are the two people who encouraged me to provoke Lin Xiaofeng. They will take the blame and be punished." !”

After hearing this, Li Qiuyan felt a burst of anger rising in his heart. He took a deep breath and continued to explore the core of the incident: "In that case, what kind of dispute happened between you and Lin Xiaofeng tonight, so that you were humiliated and hurt like this? "

Li Haihua trembled and replied hesitantly: "Actually, it's not a big deal. It was just a few quarrels with Lin Xiaofeng."

"Pa!" A crisp sound broke the tranquility of the night. Li Qiuyan's raised palm drew an arc in the air and landed firmly on Li Haihua's cheek, leaving a red and swollen mark in an instant. Li Haihua looked at his father dumbfounded, with a look of shock and confusion in his eyes, and called out in a trembling voice: "Father..."

"Shut up! I, Li Qiuyan, cannot accept such a weak and incompetent son!" Li Qiuyan's words were full of extreme disappointment, and his stern eyes seemed to penetrate his son, "Isn't it your own decision to seek revenge from Lin Xiaofeng? Even if they sow discord, in the final analysis, it’s not driven by your wishes?”

"Just because of a few words of quarrel, you are like a concubine who gets angry at others after suffering a slight setback!" Li Qiuyan was furious, as if the anger in his heart was going to ignite the entire night sky, "How can I, Li Qiuyan, be so unbearable as you?" My son, I thought you had grown up and should take responsibility, but now it seems that you can’t even solve the problem of Xiao Lin Xiaofeng properly!”

"Because of these trivial things, you have the audacity to come to me and complain! Take a good look at yourself in the mirror. How can you still have any pride and responsibility that a man should have?"

"From today on, you, Li Haihua, are not allowed to step out of the mansion. You must stay at home to study the sages' classics and cultivate your character!"

Facing his father's roar, Li Haihua trembled, his heart full of fear, but he had no choice but to endure the grievance, and the tears from the corners of his eyes flowed down his cheeks again. When Li Qiuyan saw this, he became even more furious. He kicked Li Haihua to the ground and said sternly: "Hold your tears and be as tough as a real man!"

Li Haihua struggled to explain, but felt as if his throat was blocked. The truth was almost blurting out, but he finally swallowed it back. He knows that momentary grievances can be endured, but face is the dignity of a lifetime.

Li Qiuyan looked up at the sky, let out a long sigh, and then gave the order in a heavy tone: "Uncle Fu, lock the young master in his room and prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone. From today on, he is not allowed to step out except for eating and sleeping." Half a step to the door!"

"In addition, expel the two instigators on the ground from the mansion, and they will not be allowed to enter the door of my Li family from now on!" Uncle Fu obeyed the order and immediately responded: "Yes!"

"Before that, send someone to thoroughly investigate Lin Xiaofeng, find out all relevant situations, and report back as soon as possible!" Uncle Fu hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice: "Master, Lin Xiaofeng has just arrived in Beijing not long ago, I'm afraid it won't happen Is there any problem?"

Hearing this, Li Qiuyan sneered, chilling to the bone: "Hmph, even if he is a new arrival, he still has to find his hometown in Yangqu from the capital. I don't believe that he is clean!"

"How many people in the imperial court can truly be innocent?"

Late at night, with the moonlight shining like a wash, the door of Shangshu Mansion quietly opened, and two figures who looked like tattered sacks were thrown out from a distance and fell heavily to the ground, making no sound for a while.

In the palace, Li Qiuyan's determination has been made, and a battle over family honor and his son's education has begun.

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Yin Jiajin's dark eyebrows are furrowed, like a meticulous portrait made of light ink splashes, flowing with delicate and profound worries and contemplation.

The scene in front of her was like a thick narrative scroll, slowly unfolding in front of her eyes: an unidentified man lying in the dust, his face swollen like a ripe and cracked wild boar head after autumn, his whole body was covered with scars, only one piece of his body was covered with scars. The clean white gauze half-covered his body, which not only preserved his remaining dignity, but also tried to resist the biting indifference and desolation of the outside world.

Her eyes were intertwined with astonishment and suspicion, and she whispered in her mouth, as if she was sending a silent question to the vast universe: "Is this really the once glorious Ruan Tianjing? How could he fall into such an embarrassing abyss?"

Yin Jiajin's heart was racing and her thoughts were surging like wild waves.

The gentle and elegant Ruan Tianjing in his memory is now as decadent as a rotten tree and cannot be compared with the image of the suave and romantic talented man in the past.

She secretly thought in her heart that Lu Dexing arranged for him to go to social circles, but she did not expect that it would lead to such an unmanageable tragedy. The reason was really puzzling.

At this time, Lu Dexing's face was like a green plum hanging in the hazy sky, condensed with pain and depression. He shook his head and sighed softly while telling the truth: "Alas, the specific situation is still a mystery. This morning, the store The young boys learned from the rumors circulating in the streets that two naked men were lying on the roadside, and their curiosity drove them to check it out."

"After this investigation, we found that the haggard body that looked like a fallen leaf was actually our respected Crown Prince himself, so we hurriedly took him back." Lu Dexing continued to tell, with boundless confusion and loss in his eyes. "I think he lay alone in front of the Shangshu Mansion all night, and his clothes had already been robbed by the homeless people."

At this moment, a faint scent of wine spread quietly like mist, and penetrated into Yin Jiajin's sensitive nose, making her couldn't help but slightly frown her beautiful eyebrows, which were like the distant mountains holding daisy, and covered them lightly with her jade fingers. Mouth and nose, his eyes squinted to the side of the bank manager Wu Xianyi, with a trace of imperceptible disdain and dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Yin Jiajin's mind has already drawn a clue. This sudden change must be related to the drunken fight. Otherwise, why would he end up in such an embarrassing situation?

A confused feeling filled her heart, and she wondered why among the remaining bloodline of the Haiyun royal family, there would always be dissolute children who indulged in drinking and sex. In the midst of regret, Yin Jiajin asked about his condition with concern: "What is his current condition? Is he safe and sound?"

Lu Dexing's face was filled with sorrow, and he replied with an embarrassed and apologetic look: "At present, although the situation is extremely dangerous, after timely diagnosis and treatment by a doctor invited, his life is not in danger. Unfortunately, his nose is broken." , several teeth have fallen out, and the facial damage may be difficult to restore to its original appearance.”

"In addition, most of the other injuries suffered are from the flesh. As long as you calm down and recuperate, you will gradually recover over time." Lu Dexing's words were full of deep sympathy for the tragic fate of the prince, "Alas, my lord the prince, as the King of Wu The only remaining legitimate heir has encountered such a cruel ordeal."

When the words fell, Lu Dexing could no longer suppress the grief in his heart. He gently raised his sleeves and wiped the tears that were about to fall from the corners of his eyes. The low sobs seemed like a sad elegy, playing for this weather-beaten prince. The sad melody of fate sounded.

Perhaps in that plaintive cry, an invisible force, like spring buds bursting out of the ground, quietly awakened Wu Xianyi who was sleeping on the ground.

His body gradually woke up in waves of slight tremors. At this moment, he was as weak as a candle swaying in the wind. He was desperately moving his dry lips. The voice was so low that it seemed to disappear in the air. He could barely hear it. I saw him calling: "Water·······Water·······"

When Lu Dexing heard this, his expression changed instantly, and he moved as quickly as a tiger descending a mountain. He grabbed the tea cup nearby, and rushed straight to Wu Xianyi's side as fast as a whirlwind.

With extremely careful and decisive movements, he put the warm tea into Wu Xianyi's mouth.

As the tea trickled into his thirsty throat, Wu Xianyi's pale face was slowly stained with a faint blush, as if the long-lost vitality was struggling out of the abyss-like chaos.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Wu Xianyi's gaze was locked on Yin Jiajin's figure as if attracted by a magnet. His eyes instantly flashed with surprise, and although his voice was hoarse, he was full of excitement: "Jia Ying?!"

However, Yin Jiajin did not respond to his passionate expression of emotion. Instead, her face was as calm as a mirror lake, and she asked coldly: "You'd better stop talking now, look at your mouth. It's already hurt like this. Let's get to the point. Last night What happened to make you fall into this state?"

Wu Xianyi was about to speak in detail, but suddenly felt an inexplicable discomfort. He eagerly stretched out his slightly trembling palms, gently touched his cheeks, then touched his lips, and shouted nervously and anxiously: "Quickly , quickly bring a mirror!"

Lu Dexing acted immediately after hearing the news, and in the blink of an eye he held up a mirror with a faint bronze color. Wu Xianyi couldn't wait to get closer to the mirror and stared at it. His whole body seemed to be frozen there by some mysterious force. He was dumbfounded and shocked beyond words.

"Lin Xiaofeng! Lin Xiaofeng! I wish I could eat your flesh alive!" Before he finished speaking, Wu Xianyi fell into a coma again, and only the resentment and helplessness in his heart turned into a shout that shook the hall, lingering in the empty space for a long time. echo.

"Lin Xiaofeng?" When Yin Jiajin heard this name, it was like a bolt from the blue, and her face instantly darkened.

How could Lin Xiaofeng get involved in this dispute?

Hasn’t that invitation letter been used by Ruan Tianjing?

Did he also keep a copy privately?

A series of questions exploded in Yin Jiajin's mind like thunder.

Seeing Wu Xianyi fall into coma again, Lu Dexing knelt down beside him without hesitation, pinching his acupuncture points hard while glancing at Yin Jiajin anxiously.

At this moment, Yin Jiajin was like a silent statue, her inner emotions deeply hidden.

Her mood was like a huge wave. Why did every encounter with Lin Xiaofeng always set off a storm?

The secret base of the God of Disaster Sect was destroyed because of him. He even abandoned his noble status and was willing to be a maid. Now the spies he sent suffered disaster because of him!

What confused her even more was why Lin Xiaofeng was always so cold to her?

Even the most insignificant service can't exchange for a warm look from him!

Yin Jiajin couldn't help but ask herself, is it really because she is so ugly that people inside and outside the palace can only use false words of praise to deal with her?

"Eunuch Lu, am I really that ugly?" Yin Jiajin's sudden question caught Lu Dexing off guard, with a look of astonishment on his face.

Lu Dexing had mixed emotions in his heart. At this moment, he was actually faced with a discussion about beauty and ugliness. Where was the princess's mind?

Could it be that the arduous and tortuous task of restoring the country has to lose its energy in such trivial matters?

Thinking of this, Lu Dexing felt a wave of powerless despair in his heart, but he still gritted his teeth and cheered up, bitterly echoing: "Princess, you are a rare beauty in the world. Any man will bow before your grace!"

However, Yin Jiajin did not accept this flattery. She frowned slightly and said resolutely: "I don't need those gorgeous words of praise. I want to listen to the truth."

Seeing that the princess was still struggling with such a trivial issue, Lu Dexing's heart hurt like a knife, and he lamented: "Princess, this is indeed a fact! Otherwise, why do you always cover your face with a veil in front of everyone?"

When Yin Jiajin's ears caught this sentence, her eyes were like the deep night sky, and a starry reflection instantly flowed through her eyes. The brilliance flickered silently, but was deeply imprinted in the depths of her soul.

She nodded slightly, and that tiny movement was like a stone lightly dropped into the quiet lake in her heart, causing tiny ripples to ripple in circles. “There is indeed a profound philosophy to it.”

She murmured in a low voice, and her words revealed a kind of indifferent yet firm self-identity and enlightenment, which seemed to be a profound interpretation of her own life experience.

In her daily life, Yin Jiajin always covers her peerless beauty with a veil as thin as cicada wings, shuttling through the hustle and bustle of the city, trying to avoid those greedy eyes, who follow her closely like hungry wolves and tigers, no matter it is Whether it is in a bustling city or a temple where dignitaries gather, its essence has not changed.

At this moment, she was quietly thinking in her mind. Everyone in the world was chasing after her because of her otherworldly appearance. Why was Lin Xiaofeng alone treating her as coldly as ice-covered winter frost?

Just as her thoughts were swirling, a ridiculous and bizarre idea suddenly popped into her mind: "Is it possible that Lin Xiaofeng is an incompetent man who cannot appreciate the love between men and women?"

She decided to delve deeper: "Eunuch Lu, what are the emotions of incompetent men? Are they completely indifferent to women's emotions?"

At this time, Lu Dexing was exhausted, pressing the acupuncture point of Wu Xianyi who had fainted with one hand, and with the other hand he had to deal with Yin Jiajin's barrage of questions.

He leaned against the counter, his face full of exhaustion, his eyes empty and lifeless, his face as pale as a piece of white paper. He could only reply mechanically: "Your Highness, whether a man is incompetent or not does not affect his temperament and preferences."

Hearing this, Yin Jiajin frowned slightly, and her heart was filled with ups and downs. She thought: "So, does it mean that Lin Xiaofeng is in love with men? Seeing that he and Xie Hongxin are inseparable, there must be some unknown secret hidden in them."

She pursued her relentlessly: "Eunuch Lu, if a man is attracted to the same sex, will he completely lose interest in the opposite sex?"

Lu Dexing finally couldn't bear it any longer, as if a tight spring suddenly popped open. His eyes were filled with anger and deep sadness, and tears rolled in his eyes. He glared at Yin Jiajin with wide eyes: "Princess! Now we are discussing this. Is it time to ask a question?" He screamed in agony: "Princess! What's wrong with you? Why has the Lin family changed so much in just a short period of time? Also, why are you wearing maid's clothes? Old slave I’ve long had this doubt, what’s the reason for this!”

Yin Jiajin was awakened by Lu Dexing's stern questioning and realized that she had been immersed in endless imagination. She blushed shyly and explained stammeringly: "I am in the Lin family, so naturally I receive extremely high courtesy. Just because there are no female relatives in the Lin family, I have to wear such clothes temporarily..."

As she said this, her cheeks became increasingly red, and her heart was filled with helpless and aggrieved emotions.

Lu Dexing, filled with grief and indignation, continued to report: "Princess! The Lin family is not a kind-hearted person! Their maid, Lin Taohua, not only deceived the old slave before, but also recently stole the money that the old slave took great pains to get from the shopkeeper Shangyou Wang." The high-quality fabrics exchanged have caused the old slave to suffer heavy losses, which is difficult to estimate!"

He almost begged with despair: "Just a maid can do such despicable things, how can Lin Xiaofeng be a kind person? Princess, you must not stay in the Lin family anymore, you must move to Lao Nu immediately Come live here!”

Yin Jiajin lowered her head, her beautiful face almost bleeding with shame. The clothes she was wearing at the moment were the new clothes made from the stolen fabrics, which made her situation even more embarrassing.

Lu Dexing was extremely anxious and urged again: "Princess, can you hear what I said? Move here tonight!"

However, Yin Jiajin pursed her cherry lips slightly, stared at Lu Dexing firmly, and retorted: "I won't go back!"

She understood that if she left easily, all the hardships and hardships she had endured in the Lin Mansion would be in vain. No matter what, she would stick to it and would not allow herself to compromise easily.

Lu Dexing looked at Yin Jiajin's determined eyes and couldn't help but feel moved in his heart.

He silently thought that it was admirable that the princess was still in her sixteenth year of blooming, but she could still show her perseverance in the face of huge changes such as the ruin of the country and the loss of her homeland. He sighed in his heart: "That's all, how harsh can you be to the princess?"

Therefore, he acquiesced to Yin Jiajin's choice and let her face the ups and downs of the future alone in the Lin Mansion. Although he was worried, he could only respect the young princess and see how she forged ahead on this tortuous road of life. Forward.

"Princess, please come back!" Lu Dexing issued an eviction order.

Lu Dexing's words were like a cold sword, piercing Yin Jiajin's heart. Her eyes, as clear as stars, were instantly covered with a layer of haze, and their bright brilliance gradually disappeared.

The steps that were once light and agile are now like the last fallen leaves struggling powerlessly in the autumn wind, separated from the bustling and noisy streets, floating alone in the quiet and desolate streets.

The depression in Yin Jiajin's heart was like a yeast seed that had been sleeping for thousands of years. It quietly woke up at this moment and began to breed and ferment silently in her heart. The pain was like a rolling wave, hitting her chest violently again and again, causing every step forward. Xingdu seemed to be carrying a huge weight.

During this long journey home, Yin Jiajin's steps were extremely heavy, and every step she took was like carving a trace of sadness in her heart.

Time seemed to become extremely long at this moment. Finally, when she was exhausted, a majestic and solemn Lin Mansion gate stood in front of her.

She looked up and saw the eye-catching Lin Mansion plaque hanging high on the lintel, which made the waves in her heart continue to rise and fall, making it difficult to calm down.

At this moment, Lin Xiaofeng had just been freed from the complicated yamen affairs. As soon as he got off the carriage, his eyes happened to catch the lonely figure of Yin Jiajin. She was standing in front of the house helplessly and confused like a deer lost in the forest. He raised his hand and called out in a clear voice: "Xiao Yin!"

Yin Jiajin was shocked when she heard the sound. She came back from her trance, dragged her tired pace, and slowly approached Lin Xiaofeng. A forced smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and there was an imperceptible stiffness in her voice: "Master, you are back."

Lin Xiaofeng joked habitually: "Oh, you don't want to guard this gate for our family again, do you?"

Yin Jiajin did not respond to Lin Xiaofeng's joke, but the loneliness in her eyebrows became more intense.

Lin Xiaofeng looked at her, and couldn't help but feel ripples in his heart. He suddenly realized something: "I mean, it turns out that the commission from the invitation letter hasn't been given to you yet, right?"

As he spoke, he quickly took out a few copper plates that smelled faintly of patina from his wide sleeves, and patted them boldly on Yin Jiajin's slightly trembling palm.

Yin Jiajin stared intently at the few copper plates in her hand. The smell lingering on the tip of her nose almost drowned everything around her. At this moment, the bitterness and depression that had been accumulated in her heart for a long time surged out like a flood that broke a bank.

"Wow -" She couldn't hold it back any longer, she felt so sad that she covered her face with her hands, tears rolling down like the bursting of the Yangtze River, then she turned around and walked quickly into the depths of the Lin Mansion.

Lin Xiaofeng faced this scene with a relaxed smile on his face: "Hey, I am so excited that I burst into tears just for such a small commission. It is so stupid and heartbreaking!"

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Where the bustling city's fireworks intertwined into a beautiful picture, quietly stood an independent mansion. The hustle and bustle of traffic seemed unable to penetrate the silence there.

Wang Jingwen, the chief eunuch, was standing in the center of the splendid imperial palace at this moment, like a piece of warm jade, reciting Tao Yuanming's poem "Drinking" with his affectionate and rhythmic voice in full view of everyone.

His voice is like a clear mountain stream tapping cold stone, flowing out an ups and downs melody. Every syllable hits people's heartstrings and resonates.

In the main hall, all the courtiers gathered together, all immersed in the poetic ocean that was as thick as wine and as long as silk. Many courtiers were touched by the deep friendship in this poem and could not help but secretly wipe the tears from the corners of their eyes. They could not suppress their emotions, as if they had found something. A long-lost emotional sustenance.

Emperor Jingjiang, the most powerful emperor, sat on the throne, his eyes as sharp as a soaring eagle, scanning the officials below him one by one.

When he looked at Lin Xiaofeng, the Taifu of the East Palace, a look of appreciation flashed in his eyes.

He keenly captured a trace of otherworldly aura from Lin Xiaofeng's calm brows, like the ink marks in a landscape painting, interpreting the poetic state of "the heart is far away and the place is biased", and sketched out a picture for Lin Xiaofeng's spiritual realm. Light ink sketch.

"The hut is in a human environment, without the noise of carriages and horses. How can I ask you? My mind is far away and I am distracted. I am picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, and I can leisurely see the Nanshan Mountain. The mountain air is getting better day and night, and the birds are returning to each other."

Just when Wang Jingwen passionately recited the sentence "The birds return to each other", the voice suddenly stopped and everything fell into silence, as if an unfinished piece of music had solidified in the air, instantly filling the entire hall and making it permeate the atmosphere. Full of poetry and expectations.

Faced with this moment of regret, the ministers expressed regret, as if their thoughts were still immersed in the unfinished lines of poetry, as if they were lost in a poetic maze and could not find the path back to their spiritual homeland.

Emperor Jingjiang saw it, and a deep smile appeared on his face. He asked the ministers: "Dear virtuous humerus, how do you feel when you hear this poem? You may wish to speak freely today and appreciate the exquisite rhythm of this poem together."

Mr. Bai Yongyuan couldn't help but be moved by this deep feeling. He lifted up the handkerchief covered with traces of time and slightly vicissitudes, gently wiped away the tears that came out of his eyes, then straightened his spine and solemnly responded: "Report to Your Majesty, The poem "Drinking" uses simple and elegant language to construct a pastoral picture of peace and tranquility far away from the hustle and bustle, which vividly embodies the Taoist philosophical pursuit of "reaching the extreme of emptiness and keeping quiet". The tranquil mood in the poet's writing complements the natural scenery. , showing a deep and beautiful picture, which can be called a treasure in the art of poetry, and makes people full of emotions after reading it."

"Although the veteran has read a lot of books, he still feels that what he has learned throughout his life will never reach such an otherworldly and poetic highland."

As soon as Bai Yongyuan finished speaking, all the ministers in the hall were moved. They lowered their heads and reflected on their own literary accomplishments and creative realms. They all knew that they could not match the lofty artistic conception in the poem, so they all nodded in agreement, and no one commented easily.

When Emperor Jingjiang heard this, his smile became even brighter: "Master Bai is too modest. Do you know who wrote this poem?"

Although everyone knew the answer, the officials in the palace still remained silent in a tacit understanding. This silent understanding was their tacit approval and respect for Lin Xiaofeng's outstanding talent.

In just two days, the word "Drinking" written by Lin Xiaofeng spread across every corner of Jinghua City like the spring breeze blowing in the willows. No matter whether it was the majestic palace or the streets, everyone knew that this was a masterpiece by Lin Xiaofeng, Taifu of the East Palace.

At this moment, Lin Xiaofeng, a rising star in the literary world, was tossing and turning, thinking over and over his works in the night, feeling unspeakable shyness in his heart, and even fantasizing about finding a paradise to hide in. The level of embarrassment was enough to make him point his toes. Dig out a spacious and comfortable underground residence to hide from the world.

Emperor Jingjiang noticed the silence of the ministers, so he laughed loudly and broke the silence in the palace: "It seems that everyone has a tacit answer to this question."

"In this case, why not let Mr. Lin personally stand up and analyze the deep meaning behind this poem for everyone?" Emperor Jingjiang's words were loud and clear, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Lin Xiaofeng, who had a reddish face and slightly trembling hands.

Lin Xiaofeng left the speaking team with trepidation. Although it was not out of fear, his inner embarrassment had reached its peak at this moment, because his memory of this work was not thoroughly familiar, so how could he deeply interpret the meaning of the words?

"Lin Xiaofeng, a humble minister, comes to see Your Majesty!" He lowered his voice, trying hard to conceal his inner uneasiness and nervousness.

Emperor Jingjiang noticed Lin Xiaofeng's restraint, waved his hand to indicate that he should not be too rigid in etiquette, and expressed his high evaluation of Lin Xiaofeng's talent in his words: "Lin Aiqing, there is no need to be too nervous, I have a deep understanding of your poetic talent. This poem It has indeed given me a deeper understanding of you, but why are there two sentences missing at the end?"

"This matter is not only concerned by everyone here, I am afraid that the scholars and people in the entire capital and even the country are eagerly waiting for a reasonable explanation. You must give a satisfactory answer, and you must not be perfunctory!"

'Oh my mother! Look at that guy, he can plagiarize poems as smoothly as flowing water, but on the other hand, I am as frustrated as an old cow being grinded, with a flat belly and a lot of effort! '

Lin Xiaofeng's forehead was instantly covered with sweat, like a dark cloud. His face was pale, and he lowered his head in fear. His stiff posture seemed to turn himself into a stone sculpture at that moment, frozen in these heavy thoughts.

The surrounding courtiers were like a group of circling eagles waiting to attack, their sharp eyes fixed on Lin Xiaofeng's huddled figure.

Emperor Jingjiang's majestic face tightened slightly at this moment, and there was a hint of accusation in his words: "Lin Aiqing, why are you still so silent at this time?"

Li Dexian's eyes widened with interest, and his gaze was fixed on Lin Xiaofeng. His heart was as clear as a mirror: Even though the author of this poem was not clear at the moment, he knew that this was definitely not the always proud Lin Xiaofeng. Old handwriting.

Seeing Lin Xiaofeng now in such an awkward and embarrassing situation, a sense of joy arose in his heart that was like the bad humor between brothers.

In desperation, Lin Xiaofeng's swollen red face slowly raised, with pain and self-blame deeply engraved between his brows: "I am... I am so ashamed!"

When Emperor Jingjiang heard this, his face immediately became gloomy. The eyes of the ministers around him changed rapidly, and they exchanged silent messages with each other. Look, as expected, such a beautiful sentence cannot be created by this boy alone!

Lin Xiaofeng's heart was burning with endless grief and indignation, and he shouted loudly: "Since I came to Yangqu County, I have worked day and night, under the stars and the moon, just to solve the sufferings of the people. Whether it is on the top of the mountain, I have held a sharp ax to chop firewood; I am on the bank of a stream, and I have bent down to carry water. However, even if I devote myself to government affairs with all my strength, the lives of the people in Yangqu County are still difficult."

"After that, I strengthened my faith and worked hard, and the situation in Yangqu County improved slightly. Even so, many people still feel despair about the future. This is really the fault of the inability to govern!"

After hearing this, all the ministers were dumbfounded and looked at each other. I thought he would explain the poetry issue, but instead he took the opportunity to promote his political achievements!

Lin Xiaofeng's mood suddenly rose, and his eyes shone with determination: "Because of this, Wei Chen tried his best even more, but the world was ruthless and could not completely reverse the predicament of Yangqu County. Finally, under extreme exhaustion, I was sick and had to stay in bed for three days and three nights without eating a grain of rice or a drop of water."

"It was during those three long dark days that I lay in the dilapidated house, looked up at the stars, and suddenly realized a truth - everything in the world has its limitations, and no matter how hard I pursue it, I can't be satisfied. Everyone’s expectations.”

"Since then, in addition to solving people's livelihood problems, I have deliberately kept all kinds of regrets in my private life to temper my perseverance. Over time, I have lost the ability to write continuous and smooth poems, and I can only write scattered fragments. "

"This inner transformation has made me become a 'incomplete' person at the spiritual level while I am in a high position. Compared with my brother and the prince, what I have lost is my inner talent and soul, not the integrity of my body! "

'Forehead? ! ! ! Wang Jingwen was suddenly mentioned. He was stunned for a moment and almost cursed, "Fuck you Male Gobi!" Lin Xiaofeng! are you crazy! '

Lin Xiaofeng's voice was like a solid rock suddenly smashed down in a calm lake. The notes were turbulent and powerful, and every word was squeezed out from the tightly closed teeth, like the jingling of gold and stone.

“It is precisely because I carry this spiritual disability that I am able to break through the shackles of persistence and carry a boiling fighting spirit every day. No matter how noisy and turbulent the outside world is, I can remain steadfast and unswervingly work for our magnificent country. , give all your strength for the sake of the country and the country."

"So, when His Majesty asked why this work was in a dilapidated state, Wei Chen thought that this is exactly what it should be, and this is its most authentic and original appearance."

"Oh my mother, does this make sense?"

Li Dexian was stunned, his eyes widened as if they were about to pop out of his head, and the shock in his heart was like a stormy sea, with continuous ups and downs that made it difficult to calm down.

When the surrounding courtiers heard this, they all cast disdainful glances at Lin Xiaofeng, and sneered in their hearts: "This is pure nonsense, Lin Xiaofeng is just using rhetoric and sophistry."

But after listening to Lin Xiaofeng's speech, Emperor Jingjiang did not show a trace of ridicule or anger. Instead, he showed a profound state of contemplation.

He recalled that since Lin Xiaofeng went to Yangqu County to take office, there had indeed never been a complete poem published. However, those scattered fragments were as bright as the stars in the Milky Way, attracting people's admiration.

If these works were not Lin Xiaofeng's original work, it would have caused an uproar in the poetry world.

Thinking of the equally incomplete poem "Drinking", which actually echoed Lin Xiaofeng's views and seemed natural, Emperor Jingjiang couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

(End of this chapter)