In the Right Prime Minister's Mansion, the atmosphere in the hall was gloomy.

Yang Zhao secretly glanced at the figure who had not moved for a long time behind the screen, and finally lost his composure and asked: "Right Minister, this poem is very common..."

"Pei Mian." Li Linfu said calmly: "What do you think of this poem?"

"This poem has a metaphor."

Pei Mian spoke with a firm tone.

Yang Zhao couldn't help but secretly thought about the poem many times, but he couldn't hear the metaphor?

"The first two sentences of this poem use the metaphor of 'chess game' and 'vegetable border', which seems to be talking about dominoes, but in fact it describes the magnificence of Chang'an; the last two sentences turn to the Daming Palace and use 'a star' as a metaphor to describe the persistent torch requesting an audience.

The sage had many officials, implying that Jinke Chunwei had caused dissatisfaction among too many courtiers."

As he spoke, Pei Mian raised his voice and said, "Xue Bai has a terrible heart. He is scolding the right prime minister for being unpopular!"

"It's like this, this beast is hateful." Yang Zhao lost no time in cursing: "You should be killed."

Li Linfu was impatient and said: "I'm asking you, what do you think of the title of the poem?!"

The title of the poem was so long that even Pei Mian couldn't remember it at once, so he took out the note and read it again.

""Fenghe Shengzhi Forbidden Garden served the saint all night long playing dominoes and then watched the lanterns on the tower of the Ming Dynasty." The saint went to the Forbidden Garden because he didn't want to be disturbed by state affairs. Oh, this doesn't look like a Yingzhi poem."

This is what Li Linfu asked.

Although he is good at music, he is not good at writing poetry. Whenever he needs to compose poetry, he will ask the guests to prepare poems in advance. For example, when the saint personally sent congratulations to Zhizhang on his return home, he presented a good poem. In short

I don’t know much about the rules of writing poems.

Pei Miandao: "Yingzhi's poems are usually five-character rhyme poems, but Xue Bai's poem is a seven-character quatrain. Yingzhi's poems usually have gorgeous words and loud music, but this poem uses simple words and is straightforward. Isn't it right?

What the saint asked him to write was what he wrote himself."

"Sure enough." Li Linfu muttered: "The Forbidden Garden is still far from the Daming Palace. How could the saint send him to Danfeng Gate on the fourth watch?"

"But, the story about playing dominoes all night must be true..."

"Um."

Luo Xishi couldn't help but be nervous, thinking that Xue Bai was taken away by him the next day while playing dominoes. The saint must be displeased and asked: "Right Minister, in this case, should I let Xue Bai go?"

Yang Zhao was also afraid of offending others, so he hurriedly said: "Yes."

"No."

Luo Xishi was shocked and secretly thought that the Right Prime Minister was so courageous!

Li Linfu shouted in a deep voice: "Since we have taken it, you dare to let it go before the saint has opened his mouth. Aren't you afraid that the saint will think that you are spying on the palace secretly? Everyone should act according to the law of the Tang Dynasty. Don't let Xue Bai be imprisoned in Dali Temple."

Find fault in it.”

"Here."

"The right Prime Minister is wise."

Several people in the hall couldn't help but break into a cold sweat. They admired Li Linfu endlessly and secretly said that it was reasonable for the right prime minister to be the prime minister for more than ten years.

Yang Zhao secretly swore that sooner or later he would learn the art of pondering the Sacred Heart.

"Everyone get down."

Li Linfu waved away everyone, but his eyes became increasingly gloomy. He suddenly stood up and slammed a porcelain bottle on the ground.

Boom!

What made him angry was that on the third day, there was no news that Xue Bai had spent the whole night playing dominoes with the saint.

But you have to calm down... Saints usually stay in Xingqing Palace. This time I moved to Daming Palace for peace of mind. If I can really grasp the traces of the saint, then it will be the time to die.

They were already angry and smashed things. The words of complaint were stuck in their throats. Li Linfu rolled his eyes and finally cursed something else.

"How dare anyone be more favored by a saint than me!"

…

"Alang."

Cang Bi walked around the broken porcelain on the ground and bowed in fear.

"The villain got the news that the Seventeenth Mother went to Dali Temple Prison."

~~

Li Tengkong has been very concerned about the condition of Sanniang of the Yan family recently and often visits her.

Although Yan Yan was three or two years younger than her, she was very accomplished in calligraphy and painting, so she often asked for calligraphy lessons, and occasionally talked about Yan Shaofu accepting a disciple because Xue Bai's handwriting was too ugly.

"Although it is promising, the word is still ugly. I wonder if he has been lazy recently. Madam Liu said that she did not see him come home after the results were released in the spring. Maybe something happened? Grandpa said that Jingzhao Mansion caught a lot of troublemakers."

After hearing what Yan Yan said intentionally or unintentionally, Li Tengkong immediately asked Jiao Nu to ask after leaving. After getting the news, he rushed to Dali Temple Prison.

After all, she used the power of the Right Prime Minister's Office and asked a junior official to ask if she could visit the prison. She had been waiting for more than an hour.

Standing there, he suddenly recalled Yan Yan's sparkling eyes and the slight smile on her lips when she spoke. Li Tengkong couldn't help but wonder whether she saw something or even warned her intentionally.

It shouldn't be so, how can such an innocent and well-behaved little girl be so cunning?

After noon, many officials in the imperial city had lunch and began to leave the office and return home. Finally, a petty official came over and took her to jail to visit her.

"Master Refiner, please leave a record. What is your relationship with the criminal?"

"Friends."

Li Tengkong didn't expect that they would record his identity after they knew it. When he saw that the clerk wrote the word "best friend" under the file, he couldn't help but shrink his eyes slightly.

Jiao Nu handed over a silver cake and a bunch of money, and said calmly: "The criminal's food book."

"A lady named Du has handed over the food. It's enough."

"Give him something good to eat."

The clerk had just collected the silver cakes, weighed them and recorded them in the file. However, he did not accept the bunch of money. His official attitude made Li Tengkong surprised for a while.

~~

In the cell, Du Wulang organized a grass fighting match.

That is, each person chooses a piece of thatch and determines the toughest one.

He took a fancy to the haystack under Xue Bai and stretched out his hand to pull it out.

"Don't touch him." Du Fu leaned on the dirty haystack and laughed, "It took him a lot of effort to pick out the clean thatch."

"He is just too particular." Du Wulang said: "After eating, he has to clean even the gaps between his teeth. He is more delicate than the five surnames. It was after my cousin heard about this that he wanted to marry his daughter to him.

"

"Hahaha, a real man should not stick to trivial matters."

Xue Bai was too lazy to pay attention to them.

In today's world, many parts of the body, including teeth, cannot be repaired if they are broken, so he must pay attention to taking good care of them.

"Cell Wu, Xue Bai, someone is visiting!"

Suddenly I heard a shout and someone was walking through the corridor holding a torch.

Several people in the prison got up from the ground and looked outside the wooden fence.

I don’t know who said “Wow” in praise.

"Xue Bai." Li Tengkong quickened his pace in the last few steps and rushed to the Mucha, "Are you okay?"

She looked more beautiful than before. The lotus crown and robe on her head were clean and pleasing to the eye, and the fragrance on her body made people want to take a deep breath.

"I'm fine." Xue Bai said, "You shouldn't be here, go back."

"Young Master Yan asked me to come and see you. Why are you involved in the Chunwei case?"

"It has nothing to do with Chunwei."

Yuan Jie listened on the sidelines and said: "We believe that Li Shizhi, the left prime minister, may be an accomplice of Wei Jian."

Hearing this familiar accusation, Li Tengkong was stunned and suddenly felt embarrassed.

She had heard her grandfather and brother say with her own ears that before Yi Chu, Wei Jian's case would never be closed, and all political opponents could be hunted and killed in this name. She couldn't help but feel guilty when facing these people.

"This is my good friend, Mrs. Zong. She is a prime minister after Duke Ying. Even Li Taibai has to call her aunt after his wife." Xue Bai introduced her and said with a smile: "These are my friends.

"

"It turns out that Miss Zong is here." Du Fu saluted and said, "I am Taibai's best friend Du Fu."

"I have admired the name of Du Gong for a long time."

Li Tengkong responded with Taoist etiquette, and glanced at Xue Bai secretly, thinking that he was really gentle and considerate in his treatment of others, and he never forgot to help her out.

She also noticed that he called her a "good friend," while others were "friends."

"It turns out that Xue Bai also has a fairy-like confidante."

While everyone was still joking, Xue Bai urged Li Tengkong to go back again.
To be continued...