When Song Mu returned home, he felt really depressed.
Regarding the fire in the palace, he became the object of suspicion for no apparent reason.
Moreover, such a person suddenly appeared outside the door, which made Song Mu feel very depressed.
Now the fire in the imperial city has put Song Mu in a very dangerous situation.
If you really blame yourself for all this, then according to the great importance Your Majesty attaches to the Queen Mother, you will be criticized no matter what.
Song Mu, who couldn't understand all this, told Tao Fengming all these worries. Tao Fengming didn't give a very clear answer for a while, but just let Song Mu wait and see.
And the aftermath of this incident continues to ferment.
Because of the fire in the palace, the Queen Mother was frightened and the palace was under martial law for many days. The impact of the fire gradually spread, and there was more discussion about this matter in Chang'an City.
Most of the people's speculations about this incident were that it was unbelievable. After all, in this era, the last time the imperial city caught fire was decades ago.
The people talked about it, and the notice posted by the government only said that it was an accidental fire, which gave the people room to speculate.
But Song Mu accidentally discovered a somewhat strange situation.
That is, this discussion was actually mixed with the previous Dragon Boat Festival and the fires in many places in the city.
Song Mu was also aware of the situation. Even if he didn't tell the Qingtian Guard about the situation, the news would spread like this.
This made Song Mu feel a little numb. It seemed that someone in Chang'an City was quietly promoting all this.
On this day, when Song Mu was reading historical materials and repairing ancient books in the Hanlin Academy, a group of people broke into the Hanlin Academy.
They were all Qing Tianwei, and they wanted to find Song Mu by name.
When Song Mu stood up and looked over, Yan Ren also walked in. When he saw Song Mu, he immediately raised his hand.
"Master Song, this time I want you to follow me."
Song Mu glanced at a few people, nodded slightly, and followed these people out of the Hanlin Academy.
Such an action by Qing Tianwei made everyone in the Hanlin Academy look shocked at this moment.
Everyone was interrogated, but only Song Mu was taken away. This inevitably reminded several people of the palace fire case.
"This...Brother Song was rewarded that day. Is it possible that this case is also related to Brother Song?"
"This posture doesn't look like asking for help."
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And Song Mu was immediately taken to the Dali Temple in Chang'an by the menacing Qingtian Guards.
There was a fire in the palace, and the Qingtian Guards supervised the incident. No one dared to stop it, and Song Mu was taken to one of the rooms.
Before they even sat down, the Qingtian guards had already set up their posture, staring directly at Song Mu.
Song Mu frowned slightly and looked at Yan Ren who had just sat down. Yan Ren also raised his head and glanced at Song Mu, his eyes still solemn.
"Master Song, I came to you today to talk to you about what happened last time."
Song Mu looked at the other party calmly.
"We have no new discoveries about the palace fire."
"But what you said to me last time has a result, a result that points to you."
Song Mu was stunned when he heard this and looked at the other party in surprise, but Yan Ren took out a few paper bags and opened them in front of Song Mu.
Song Mu looked at it and saw some burnt paper scraps, looking puzzled at this moment.
Yan Ren had already pointed at the things above and explained them carefully to Song Mu.
"Sir Song, this is a piece of paper obtained from the bamboo platform of the Dragon Boat Festival."
"This one comes from under the corner of Master Song's former residence."
Song Mu still frowned slightly, feeling that this seemed to mean something.
"And these two unrecognizable pieces of paper have traces of the literary power of the poems written by Brother Song."
"What?"
When Song Mu heard this, he stood up suddenly. The Qingtian Guards next to Yan Ren immediately entered a state of martial law, but Yan Ren waved his hands slightly to calm everyone down.
"Master Yan, what do you mean?"
"Is it possible that Mr. Yan thinks that I set the fire too?"
Yan Ren also sighed slightly and explained calmly at the moment.
"We have verified that these pieces of paper are indeed true, and we can confirm that they are the source of the combustion."
"Not only that……"
Yan Ren said this, and then took out a few more paper bags and lined them up one by one.
"These are scraps of paper from people's houses that have been burned down in various places in Chang'an in the past few months. They are almost all Brother Song's calligraphy treasures."
"And not long ago, an adult's calligraphy treasure we confiscated burned out of thin air in front of us."
Song Mu suddenly clenched his fists at this moment.
Yan Ren's words made Song Mu feel completely in crisis.
He was obviously the one who told the evidence, so why did he turn around and get himself trapped even deeper?
"Master Yan, don't you think this is incredible? It's even full of loopholes."
Song Mu said in a deep voice, but at this moment he was shocked.
From this point of view, this seems to be a designed trap, not even elaborate, but violent enough.
What you write will burn instantly, which will definitely make many people suspicious.
Then, if you make associations without knowing the truth, people's understanding of themselves will be biased.
Visible things like this will make these associations come true.
Yan Ren looked at Song Mu's livid complexion and let out a long sigh.
"Of course we know, but now Burning is just poetry and calligraphy for adults, and we are just doing business."
"My lord may have to stay here temporarily for a while. I have already reported this matter."
Song Mu raised his eyes to look at Yan Ren and asked solemnly.
"What will happen next?"
Yan Ren shook his head, then waved his hand, and immediately a Qingtian Guard brought up a lot of pens, ink, paper and inkstones.
"In order to eliminate your suspicion, I need you to write some calligraphy every day to prove the truth."
After saying that, Yan Ren left without even giving Song Mu any chance to ask again.
Song Mu looked at the things in front of him, as well as the several Qingtian guards with stern eyes next to them, and felt extremely ridiculous in his heart at this moment.
But this time, Song Mu could only look at the things in front of him. He sighed deeply, picked up the pen and ink, and wrote as required.
According to Qing Tianwei's wishes, Song Mu immediately wrote three poems and articles and placed them on the table.
All three things were safe and sound. Song Mu was also pacing in the room, watching Qing Tianwei carefully paying attention to the article above.
In the evening, Song Mu was sitting cross-legged in the room meditating when he suddenly opened his eyes.
The next moment, in the room with flickering candlelight, a piece of paper placed on the table suddenly emitted light yellow smoke.
Then the next moment, a fire dragon swept across immediately, and tongues of fire suddenly opened.
"careful!"
The Qingtian Guard guarding next to him issued a warning, and struck out with a weapon from his hand, and the flames were immediately extinguished.
"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"
Song Mu had already stepped forward and looked down at the paper he was writing on.
What is burning is a poem written by oneself.
Song Mu looked shocked. At this moment, he really saw the fire blooming in front of him, and he truly believed that the paper he was writing on would burn.
Is it really my own literary skills that are causing trouble?
Song Mu raised his hand, his eyes full of doubts.
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