"Your brother studied hard behind closed doors for nearly a month, and today he happened to come out of seclusion. I am here to pay my respects like your father." The queen sat proudly and spoke loudly.

Youmeng met with her mother's mother and naturally heard the mystery, "study hard behind closed doors". To put it nicely, wasn't it just that he was punished by his father to confine himself for killing Xiang Shang Yuan Yongshun? He sneered secretly in his heart.

She leaned calmly: "Father, this is the paperwork and masterpiece sent by the adults of the Hanlin Academy. Please check it out."

The eunuchs presented stacks of test papers and read them by the emperor, while the paintings had been framed into scrolls and hung for people to watch.

"Yeah." Ji Shun pondered, approving the achievements of some of them. "Who have been qualified for promotion?"

Youmeng said: "Go back to my father, the promotion list has not been determined yet, and the Grand Tutor is still choosing and discussing with several adults."

"Okay, then wait for Mei Aiqing to come and give me the result."

"Your brother knows that you want to choose a prince consort, and he is also very concerned about your lifelong affairs." The queen smiled and said, "Youji, you can also help you see who is more literary in these masterpieces, and you also have friendships with these noble children. Who has a better character? Do you recommend it to Youmeng?"

Youmeng was stunned for a moment, and she was amused by her words, feeling a sarcasm, but she didn't say anything.

Youji pulled out an embarrassing smirk and bowed his head respectfully: "Mother, this is the little emperor's personal matter. How can I ask my son to do it? Let the father and the little emperor decide."

The queen glanced at him coldly and expected him to give Min Qiuye a few words, but he was so unconscious and did not know how to cooperate, which really made the queen angry.

The emperor's heart knot was not gone, so he still spoke a little cold and distant: "The prince's academic priority is, so let's go back to read a book."

Youji leaned over and bowed: "Yes, the minister has stepped down there."

After he left, Youmeng felt more comfortable, and his eyebrows were filled with thoughts: "Father, the son minister just read the poems of Prince Mu, and he thought it was quite interesting."

"Oh? Where is it?" Ji Shun looked through a few pages of poems with interest, "Why didn't I see it?"

"It's my son." Youmeng stepped forward and handed the poem on it.

Ji Shun narrowed his eyes slightly and read loudly: "The morning is full of hot summer, and the evening enters the imperial city. Seeing the blue hands brushing, the faint fragrance is timid in the evening breeze..."

He pondered suspiciously, and Youmeng observed the subtle changes in his expression: "How could the Father realize that it is strange?"

Ji Shun smiled calmly and put down the poem's note: "The tone of the word "Fu" is used in the wrong way."

Youmeng pretended to be sad: "Yes, every word is wrong, the whole poem is overshadowed, it's a pity..."

"I think it's not just this mistake." Suddenly speaking was Gui Song.

Ji Shun turned his head: "Oh? What are the prime minister's opinions?"

"The fragrance is so cool in the evening breeze." Gui Song bowed respectfully and said, "This word "小" is not used properly. You should avoid the name of our dynasty, otherwise you will feel disrespectful."

Youmeng looked at her squinted eyes. She noticed that the smiles of her father and Prince Mu both darkened slightly. The princess couldn't sit still and begged with a frown: "Your Majesty, the dog is young, ignorant, and has a little knowledgeable person. She has written this inappropriate thing randomly. I hope Your Majesty will forgive you."

"The princess is so bad." Gui Song was justified. "In the past, many literati relied on their talent to hide their dissatisfaction with our dynasty in poetry and prose and ridicule them with words. Literary inquisition is not a joke."
Chapter completed!