I dress up as a poor noblewoman, and I bring my whole family home with my literary talent.

Chapter 40: Day Off 2 Rumors
In the imperial city, on the palace road outside the Xuanzheng Palace, Princess Qi Yang, who was riding in a sedan chair, met Yu Youzhi on a narrow road.

The two sides were no more than a hundred meters apart, with the outer gate of the Xuan Zheng Hall in the middle.

Yinsha was walking on the right side of the sedan chair and said calmly, "Your Highness, Meng Shangyi sent someone to tell you that Yu Youzhi has assigned Miss Song to the Shangyi Bureau. Do you want to intervene?"

Princess Qi Yang's eyes were slightly cold, and she said, "If she can only recite poems and lyrics, she won't last long in the palace. Now is not the time to really use her, so it won't hurt to let her learn more."

Yinsha responded "Yes"

During the conversation, they had already reached the outer gate of Xuanzheng Hall.

The sedan chair landed
Yu Youzhi raised his lips and bowed perfunctorily: "Your humble servant greets Her Royal Highness the Princess."

Princess Qi Yang's eyes curved slightly, dignified and elegant, "Mr. Yu, are you all right?"

"Everything is fine."

After the eunuch informed them, the two of them walked side by side into the Xuanzheng Hall to pay their respects.

On the steps of the Danchi, the empress was busy reviewing memorials. She raised her hand and offered them a seat. "Why are you here together today?"

The two sat down
Princess Qi Yang said first: "My dear mother, since I have set up my residence outside the palace, I have often missed you. Today I came to the palace to pay my respects to you."

"You have a heart"

Without waiting for the mother and daughter to talk, Yu Youzhi bowed and said solemnly, "Your Majesty, I have a report to make."

The empress paused with the cinnabar pen in her hand, her brows solemn, "Tell me about it."

"Recently, some poems have been circulating that satirize the customs of Chang'an. I am very shocked. This matter should not be my concern, but I think the poems not only satirize the customs of Chang'an, but also satirize Your Majesty."

“How dare you! This is a serious matter, Shaoqing Yu, please don’t speak nonsense!” Princess Qi Yang stood up and shouted loudly.

What is Yu Youzhi going to do next? !

It is a small matter to satirize the customs in Chang'an, but it is a big matter to satirize the current emperor. Since it is just a rumor among the people, if the Queen Mother investigates it to the end, I don't know how many people will be implicated.

If the people are not at peace, the court will not be at peace
The empress leaned back against the dragon throne, looking calm, "Yu Shaoqing, continue."

"Most of these poems satirize the extravagant lifestyle in Chang'an, but the line 'Looking back at the past sages' success in a country or family is due to diligence and thrift, and failure is due to extravagance' compares Your Majesty with the emperors of past dynasties. It not only criticizes Your Majesty's way of governing the country and keeping the people safe, but also speaks ill of Daliang's national strength. It's really abominable!"

"Mother, in my opinion, these are just the complaints of the sour scholars after dinner. There is no need to take them seriously." Princess Qi Yang said.

"Your Highness Princess, what you said is wrong! Right now these poems are only circulated among literati, but if this continues, sooner or later they will spread in the streets and alleys of Chang'an, damaging the reputation of Your Majesty!" Yu Youzhi immediately refuted.

As mentioned before, emperors since ancient times have had three fears: one is the fear of Heaven; two is the fear of his ministers; and three is the fear of future affairs.

Afterlife not only refers to the country and the people, but also refers to the emperor's reputation after death.

As the first woman to ascend the throne in history, the empress naturally attached more importance to the evaluation of the world and her name in history.

Princess Qi Yang suppressed the turmoil in her heart and said in a deep voice: "Mother, since this poem has not yet been circulated, just issue an order to ban it."

The emperor still said nothing after the dragon case
The huge Xuanzheng Hall was silent for a moment, and the air pressure was extremely low.

Li Huaizhong, the eunuch in charge of the emperor's seal, was already sweating profusely.

The three people in Xuan Zheng Hall all knew that behind this calmness, there were infinite crises lurking.

"Yu Shaoqing, what do you think we should do?"

Princess Qi Yang's heart trembled slightly, and she was overwhelmed by an ominous premonition.

"I believe that it is because of your Majesty's diligence and love for the people that Chang'an City has become so prosperous today. However, this group of literati dared to criticize you wantonly, attempting to make your Majesty's hard work go to waste. This move -"

"You deserve to be punished!" Yu Youzhi's black pupils were like a quiet deep pool, terribly cold.

The atmosphere in the hall is solemn
Li Huaizhong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and raised his eyes calmly to observe the emperor's reaction.

Princess Qi Yang knew that Yu Shaoqing was not a good person. In Chang'an City, there were many gathering places for literati and scholars, but the most famous one was Hesi Tower, and the owner of Hesi Tower was one of the secret agents of the Prince of Jin among the people.

The incident involving the former Minister of Rites had seriously damaged Yu Youzhi's vitality for a while. Today, he suddenly brought up the rumored poems in the market, and I'm afraid he is going to take action against the Prince of Jin.

But killing the boss of Hesilou will not stop people from talking. Yu Youzhi's move will definitely implicate innocent people.

"allow"

A simple word, but it has a huge impact on countless lives.

Live or die!

Half an hour later, a large group of people and horses rushed out of Xuanwu Gate, stirring up a cloud of dust.

…………

The moonlight is like water, pouring into the bustling and bustling Huangliusi

The stained glass windows of the tavern reflected the shadows of people toasting each other, young men and women hugging and passing by each other, everyone was dressed in bright and exquisite clothes.

In front of the Suochun Tower, which is as magnificent as the White Jade Palace in the sky

Two burly men carried a man out of the red door and threw him out, cursing, "Get out of here! Don't disturb us while we're doing business!"

The movement in front of the door attracted the attention of a small group of people.
The person who was thrown out was lying on the ground without any image, with messy hair, crying like a madman, "Someone come! You are bullying me!!"

"The Suochunlou restaurant is really bullying its customers!!!"

After yelling for a while, Song Zhirou ignored the pain in her body and the pointing and criticizing of the people around her, and climbed up the stone steps of Suochun Tower with her hands and feet, yelling crazily: "My sister is in there, please let me in!"

"I've already brought her here, why are you trying to drive me away?"

The man guarding the door was unmoved. "Get out of here now, didn't you hear me?! ! ! If you keep making trouble, I'll throw you into a beggar's den!"

"You are destroying the bridge after crossing it! You will not live happily ever after!"

The man was about to slap her, Song Zhirou flinched and softened her attitude:

"Please, big brother, I can not go in, as long as you can give me some opium... I have money... I really can't stand it..."

When the man heard the word "Afurong", his face changed drastically.

With just one hand, he restrained Song Zhirou who was about to rush in, and shouted sternly: "Opium is not allowed to be circulated in Suochunlou! Get out of here immediately, or I will report you to the boss and put you in the dungeon for drug rehabilitation!"

When Song Zhirou heard that she was going to be locked up in a dungeon for drug rehabilitation, she became really scared. She didn't dare to make any more trouble and turned away sadly.

After calming down the commotion at the door, the man turned around and entered the Suochun Building.
Go straight up to the top floor and stop outside Qiwu Pavilion.

"My Lord! Madam Pang has left."

"understood."

Lu Jing's lazy voice came from the door
This room is a quiet place that belongs to Lu Jing alone. The doors and windows are tightly closed. Purple smoke is wafting out of the bronze crane incense burner. Lu Jing, wearing a black robe with wide sleeves, sits in front of a middle-level remnant of the chessboard, with the black piece held between his slender fingertips.

This chess game was set up by Yun Ji. He has been thinking about how to break it for half a month. Tomorrow is the deadline. If he still can't crack it, he will have to give her the villa outside Beijing.

(End of this chapter)