"Old Han, how do you say this? The city gate is lost. Isn't it a bit wrong for you to cause trouble for pond fish?" Lin Feng asked pretending to be puzzled.

A word of "Old Han" vented Han Xizai's anger a lot. He put down his hand in a sense of loss and sighed: "Oh, my old Han was originally more sad than a death of heart. I wanted to be free for the rest of my life, but you are here. As soon as you are encouraged, I thought I could use my energy and make trouble again. Who knew that such a thing happened again? Do you really don't know why the emperor questioned that matter?"

"I really don't know. I'm just preparing for tomorrow's debate with His Majesty and several princes. The emperor took out a piece of paper from somewhere. His face changed and suddenly it was said that you entered the palace." Lin Feng insisted not to say it. He knew that he could not tell the story of Han Xizai and Li Gu in the name of his dream, and that he could not tell the story to the public. I believe that Li Jingsui and the others would not say it, so let it become a completely unsolved case.

Seeing that Han Xizai was still dejected, Lin Feng couldn't help but smile and comforted him, "Old Han, what have you ever been afraid of? Let me tell you, after you leave, Your Majesty will tear the paper. It seems that he will not pursue this matter again, so don't worry."

"Really? I have been in the fog. Only Li Gu and I know about that. I have never mentioned it to anyone. I believe Li Gu will not be bored to report me. This is really strange." Han Xizai was still extremely depressed.

Lin Feng felt soft and blamed himself for this matter, so he patted Han Xizai on the shoulder and said, "Old Han, don't be lost. The three commentary debates on the strong country will officially start tomorrow. You have to cheer up. I'm optimistic about you! Let's do this, I'll write you a poem to comfort your injured heart. How about it?"

"Stop coming." Han Xizai was so angry that she slapped Lin Feng hard: "You kid owed me one song when you were promoted last time. No, today, I was so hurt, you have to write two songs for me."

"No! You really think I am a poet who speaks well. You are also a literati, so naturally you should know that writing essays and poems requires a state of mind and a feeling. I don't feel like a 'talking of thoughts like a spring' at this moment." Lin Feng frowned. This kind of hole in giving poems to others must be tightened from the beginning, otherwise, he would become a professional lyricist, and sooner or later he would force people to "Lin Lang to have enough talent"!

"Then let's talk about one song first, and let's talk about the others." Han Xizai stopped entangling in the number and forced Lin Feng into the house to write a poem.

Lin Feng pulled Yaya, who had been smiling and watching the show since she entered the yard, and walked into the room. The bright candlelight had already been lit by the diligent Yaya.

Lin Feng thought for a moment, looked up at the sky where the moon had not risen, and wrote:

"When will the bright moon come, and I ask the blue sky with wine. I don't know what year it will be today? I want to ride the wind, but I am afraid that the jade building and jade tower are cold at high places. I dance and play with the clear shadows, how can it be like being in the world!

Turn the red pavilion, lower the beautiful house, and shine without sleep. There should be no hatred, so why should we be far away? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has phases and waxing, and this matter is difficult to be complete in the past. I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon together thousands of miles away."

It is Su Shi's famous work "Shuitu Songtou" that can be regarded as a fit for Han Xizai's previous life and mood.

Han Xizai buried her head and moaned twice, a trace of sadness flashed across the corner of her eyes, and said slowly: "Those who know me are Lin Feng! This poem reminds me of the sadness, anger and loneliness that was depressed in my heart after the wine ended and was dispersed. That was a disappointment that penetrated into my bones! Fortunately, now, I finally saw a glimmer of light. Thank you, Lin Feng!" Han Xizai finished speaking and bowed deeply.

"I dare not, Lord Han. Please believe that the turning point is at this moment. If you and I work together, we can definitely give us some hope to this sky and this land under our feet!" Lin Feng was also a little sorry for Han Xizai and tried his best to persuade him.

"..." Han Xizai's eyes were blurred, and he patted Lin Feng's shoulder hard, opened his mouth for a long time, but he didn't say a word.

"Okay, Lao Han, you have been waiting for me for most of the day. Your concubines should be anxious. Come back quickly. Let the beauty wait for a long time. Besides, maybe your Majesty's imperial edict will arrive soon." Lin Feng joked, trying hard to get Han Xizai out of his sadness.

"Okay, Han said goodbye!" Han Xizai turned around and left, and began to slowly and lowly in his mouth, "There should be no hatred, why should we always say..." When he walked to the gate of the courtyard, he was just chanting: "This matter is hard to complete in the past", and the voice had become sonorous and powerful.

At the hour of Hai, the palace gate of Jinling City was wide open, and a group of eunuchs rushed out, and then they exploded. The cars and horses rode on horses began to pass on imperial edicts to all parts of Jinling City, making this early summer night that was slowly becoming hotter. Sequences of tragedy and comedy began to take place everywhere in Jinling City:

A young eunuch who had entered the palace for the shortest time was in trouble and was assigned to look for Liao Jusu. He stumbling in the night and asked questions in a row. It took him nearly an hour to find a simple house far away from the bank of the Qinhuai River. A Confucian scholar in his thirties smelled the sound of horse hooves outside the house and calmly opened the broken wooden door that was better than nothing.

The little eunuch was so angry that he knew that he had run away today when he saw this man's poor look. He had to ask hatefully: "Are you a proofreader Liao Jusu?"

"I am right here. I wonder what my father-in-law is worth?" The scholar's face was like a heavy date, and under the dim lanterns of the neighbor's house, it was like a dark well water without any fluctuations. His neither arrogant nor humble expression made the little eunuch's tone calm down a little: "The emperor has an order, please accept the order."

Just like a big thunder broke out on the ground, Liao Jusu immediately changed his face and quickly knelt on the ground.

The imperial edict is actually a very simple sentence: "I will come to the palace tomorrow to discuss the country's name and admire this." Time is too tight, and there are many ministers to notify them, so this imperial edict is naturally very concise.

However, for all the court officials who witnessed the reform of the Southern Tang Dynasty, this too simple imperial edict seemed the least simple because of its importance. Since then, it has become the most precious treasure for ministers like Liao Jusu. Many such imperial edicts that night became the heirlooms of these families.

After the eunuch promulgated the order, he immediately ran away, because he saw that Liao Jusu was already crazy. Liao Jusu knelt on the ground and kept shouting to the sky: "Thank you, Lord, the sky has eyes, long live the Tang Dynasty." The shouting was loud and loudly accompanied by the eunuch's escape and spread far and far in the night sky.

If the imperial edict was a comedy for Liao Jusu, Song Qiqiu's home would be a bit like a thriller!

Song Qiqiu took the imperial edict quietly and thanked the eunuch Xuan. As soon as the eunuch left the yard, Wei Cen, Li Zhenggu, Cha Wenhui and others had already been transferred from the house, all of whom were full of doubts and fear. The few of them mentioned the tips one after another, and Lin Feng entered the palace again. As soon as they gathered in the Song Mansion of Qi, the eunuch Xuan was here.

"It is reported that Lin Feng entered the palace again today and stayed for a whole day. He only knew that there were His Majesty, King Qi, King Chu, King Yan, and King Zheng in the palace. But the man insisted on saying something more, saying that the emperor had strict orders and those who dared to reveal a word were killed. Now, the imperial edict has been issued, and it seems that Your Majesty is really going to change!" The speaker was Wei Cen, with a panic and his hands trembling constantly.

"Your Majesty has always agreed with us to do big and small matters in the court. Now, such a big thing, we are excluded from it. What should we do?" Cha Wenhui's face became more and more tilted, and his fists couldn't help but clenched. Those who rely on flattery to serve others are naturally most afraid that they are not qualified to serve them.

Li Zhenggu didn't say anything, but shook his head listlessly.

"If you don't listen to me, isn't it going to be nothing left after killing Lin Feng early?" Cha Wenhui said gritting his teeth.

"Mr. Song, you are saying something." Wei Cen couldn't help but urge.

Song Qiqiu's eyes turned, glared at Wei Cen fiercely, and said calmly: "What are you panic? Don't forget that you are all important officials of the court, and you must have the demeanor and cultivation of an important official. Remember, as long as the emperor still recognizes us, everything will be safe. From tomorrow on, we must recognize what the emperor has recognized. You all go back, but I am afraid that the imperial edict will be waiting at home."

Several people scattered like cats burning their butts. The backs left with a little miserable feeling, and they completely lost their usual spirit of swaying.

Looking at the hurried backs of these people, Song Qiqiu also frowned.
Chapter completed!