Chapter 301 fig leaf

A team of fast horses came from the west, entered Huayin County, and went straight to the county office.

The leader was a high-spirited young man in a robe. When he got off his horse, he threw a document to the concierge.

"Let Huayin Ling come to see me."

Soon, Wang Ketong received a document. It turned out that the imperial court sent Yang Qixuan, the imperial censor, to investigate the fire in Xiyue Temple. In other words, the right prime minister sent his son-in-law to deal with the aftermath.

He hurried to the lobby of the county office and saw Yang Qixuan leaning on the main seat, his feet in deerskin boots dangling on the case.

"Your Majesty..."

"Bring Li Bai here." Yang Qixuan acted vigorously and neatly.

Wang Ketong then turned around and gave instructions to the officials behind him, while he stayed in the hall and said with an apologetic smile: "Yang Yushi has come all the way, and my subordinates haven't taken care of you yet, so now we have a case."

"It's easy to clean up after finishing the case. It's not complicated." Yang Qixuan waved and asked Wang Ketong to come forward and asked softly: "Is there any stunning beauty in your small county?"

When he left Chang'an Public Office this time, Li Shiniang was not around, and he felt as at ease as a fish heading to the sea, or a bird returning to the forest.

"Yang Yushi, don't worry." Wang Kettong suddenly smiled brightly, like a flower blown by the spring breeze.

He was very well prepared, and when the officials from Chang'an came, they had everything. The important thing was that Yang Qixuan was still willing to have a romantic relationship with him, which meant that he would not be held accountable.

Unexpectedly, such a big case as the Xiyue Temple fire could be put aside so easily.

After a while, Li Bai was brought to the hall.

"The Shixian is here!"

Yang Qixuan then took his feet off the desk, stepped forward, ordered the jailer to untie the shackles, supported Li Bai, and said enthusiastically: "We will talk about official business later. I love Mr. Taibai's poems most in my life, so I have to talk about this first."

Personal friendship. Yang Qixuan, the son-in-law of the right prime minister and the imperial censor, met Mr. Taibai."

Li Bailang laughed and asked: "Which poem of mine does Yang Yushi love?"

Yang Qixuan hesitated for a moment and replied: "There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground."

After reading a catchy poem, it was regarded as a personal friendship. He stepped aside, asked Li Bai to sit down, and started talking about business matters.

"Mr. Taibai was drinking in Huashan. When he was drunk, he accidentally burned the Xiyue Temple. This matter can be said to be big or small. Your right minister asked the saint to show mercy and exile you to Xizhou. Xizhou is on Jiannan Road, not far from your hometown.

It's not far away, so you should go back to your hometown, and when the saint issues a decree to forgive you, this matter will be over."

At this point, Yang Qixuan added: "I admire Mr. Taibai and begged my father-in-law to achieve such a result."

Li Bai looked confused and said, "But I didn't set the fire."

"Sir, it's just the right time, so just accept it." Yang Qixuan advised: "If no one takes care of it, if this case is investigated, I don't know how many innocent workers will be implicated."

"Yes, the fire in the Xiyue Temple must have been caused by the workers using fire carelessly." Wang Ketong said supportively: "For the sake of these innocent workers, please bear with me, Mr. Taibai."

Both of them were excellent lobbyists. As they spoke, they looked at Li Bai with burning eyes.

Li Bai then smiled casually and asked, "Do you have any wine?"

"have!"

Yang Qixuan was overjoyed, knowing that the errand was done, and said: "Bring the wine quickly, Mr. Taibai and I will get drunk before we rest. Don't worry, sir, we will go to Xizhou and travel around the mountains and rivers. There will be no shortage of wine and meat. Waiting for the saint

If you forgive me, I will recommend you to the court."

Wang Ketong also breathed a sigh of relief and quickly arranged for someone to bring more wine.

When the wine arrived, Yang Qixuan stepped forward to take the jug and said with a smile: "Then how about asking Mr. Taibai to draw the signature?"

Although he kept smiling, he actually looked down on Li Bai in his heart, thinking that he was just a drunken maniac who didn't understand anything about state affairs and only wanted to seek fame and wealth.

Just telling the inside story of the Xiyue Temple incident, Li Bai might not be able to understand it for the rest of his life, and he would be accused of it in a confused way.

"Here comes the pen!"

Li Bai's eyes showed a smile that could see through the world. He stretched out his hand to grab the wine bottle, raised his head and drank.

Over there, Yang Qixuan and Wang Ketong were still ordering the clerks to get pens, inks, paper, and inkstones for drawings, while Li Bai had finished drinking a pot of wine.

"Wine, more wine."

Wang Ketong had no choice but to order people to bring wine again, this time he brought two jars directly.

The clerks in the hall were hurriedly sharpening their ink, while Li Bai was drinking alcohol as if no one was watching, feeling very at ease. After all, Yang Qixuan had said that even being exiled was not a serious crime, so he certainly felt much more relaxed.

"The ink is polished."

"Mr. Taibai, please give me a confession."

"good!"

Li Bai drank the last drop of wine in the flask, took the pen and ink, turned around and saw that he was walking outside the county office.

Yang Qixuan couldn't help but said: "What are you doing?"

Li Bai laughed loudly and said: "Your paper is too small to write down my wildness, Li Taibai!"

He staggered and wanted to write his grave sin on the wall so that everyone in the world would know.

Yang Qixuan knew that these poets and poets liked to write poems on the wall, so he no longer stopped him and motioned to the clerk to follow him holding the inkstone.

Li Bai simply walked out of the county office, filled up the ink with a brush, and spread it freely.

"The rainbow covers the sky, and the empress of philosophy rises to prosperity."

"Kuilong is born at the right time, and Kaiyuan sweeps away the clouds."

"..."

Yang Qixuan came out and looked up at the elegant and lively handwriting. He felt that this poem was not good and not as catchy as Li Bai's other poems.

"What does this poem mean?" he asked in a low voice.

Wang Ketong said: "It means that the saint came out at the right time and swept away the gloomy atmosphere of Wu Zhou Dynasty."

"Understood." Yang Qi declared, "First praise the saint's achievements and bring up the incident of Fengchan Huashan, and then state that he was drunk and burned the Xiyue Temple and caused trouble. If this poem is written like this, it is more useful than a confession."

"Yang Yushi has good views, good views."

While he was talking, many people came over to see the poems written by Shixian.

Yang Qixuan turned his head casually and scanned the crowd with arrogance in his eyes. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and he saw a familiar figure.

He couldn't help being pleasantly surprised. He hurried a few steps towards the long street and took a closer look. It turned out to be Li Jilan.

For a moment, Yang Qixuan felt that this marriage was a gift from God. It was rare for him to go out without taking Li Shiniang... Then, he turned his eyes away from Li Jilan's happy and angry face, and he followed her affectionate gaze.

, met another more familiar person.

Xue Bai.

"Damn it, wasn't he demoted to Chaozhou? Why is he in Huayin?"

Yang Qixuan couldn't help but mutter to himself in confusion. He looked again, Xue Bai, and behind Li Jilan, Li Tengkong was talking to a beautiful woman. That beautiful woman was really charming...

"Yang Yushi, Yang Yushi."

Wang Ketong called out several times in succession to bring Yang Qixuan back to his senses.

"What is Yang Yushi looking at?"

"The troublemaker is here again." Yang Qixuan muttered, thinking that with Xue Bai here, things must be more complicated than expected.

Suddenly, exclamations erupted from the crowd.

Yang Qixuan turned around and saw that Li Bai was still splashing ink. Nothing major happened, and he didn't know what those people were fussing about.

Wang Ketong looked at the poem written by Li Bai and exclaimed: "This..."

"how?"

"Yang Yushi, look." Wang Ketong raised his hand and pointed.

Yang Qixuan finally managed to see a few lines of poetry that were not quite right in the direction he was pointing.

"To deceive the British master's heart, to slander the sycophant ministers."

"Wandering in the courtyard, sighing at the passing of time."

"Before I wrote a Zhongxuan poem, I shed tears first."

"..."

Ren Yang Qixuan was no longer talented and learned, and he knew that "slander" and "sycophant" were not good words. He couldn't help but get angry and shouted: "Eating dog intestines, are you kidding me? Why don't you take him back?!"

The officers then stepped forward to pull Li Bai away.

Li Bai had already finished one poem. At this time, he was in a mood for poetry and wrote the next one.

These people came to pull him, but he didn't care. He held the brush in his hand and wrote furiously in the air, writing in vain while chanting loudly.

"The Emperor of Qin swept Liuhe, what a majestic sight a tiger looked at."

"The flying sword cuts through the floating clouds, and all the princes come to the west."

Like his previous poem, this poem also begins by praising the emperor's wisdom and martial prowess.

However, with a twist of the pen, the rebellious words were poured out again.

"Seven hundred thousand prisoners will be sentenced to death in Tuli Mountain."

"It is still wise to take the elixir of life, but confusion makes the heart sad."

"..."

"That's enough!" Wang Kettong yelled: "Stop his mouth, stop his mouth! If you want to die, don't come to our Huayin County Office!"

Others could not tell how arrogant Li Bai's poem was, but he was frightened to death when he heard it.

On the surface, this poem talks about Qin Shihuang, his journey from great talent and strategy, to extraordinary achievements, to extravagance and lust, to the point of losing his mind. But is it actually talking about Qin Shihuang? He is criticizing today's saints!
To be continued...