After hearing the news he reported, the man knitted his eyebrows in thought, and then said for a moment: "This guy's words are not flawless at all, and it is difficult to guess his truth. Even if he spits out one thing, we can't It’s easy to handle, but he still managed to get over it with the magic stick’s words.”
The strong man smashed the wall board angrily: "It's too bad that he wrote two characters and I don't know what they were, and he asked the people from the palace to take them back... I should have snatched them away at that time!"
Another person immediately said: "Now that things have come to an end, why don't I go back to the capital first and ask who among the Ye Party members has left the city. If it's someone else, it's relatively easy. If it's Cui Yi, I'll report it to the prince secretly and join him as soon as possible." This 'not observing the mourning period' is a grave crime of unfilial piety!"
"This is a solution," the strong man turned around and said, "You and I must not return in vain! I will stay here, you can go without worries." The two said goodbye.
It was almost night, and the old servants of Prince Yi's Mansion had gone back. They spread the two words throughout the mansion and asked everyone, but most of them didn't know. Only a few of King Yi's disciples saw it and shouted in surprise: "This is not a member of Ye Bingbu." The name of your confidant? Mr. Shuzhai told us before he left."
He hurriedly asked the old servant the whole story. After hearing this, everyone woke up and started to make a fuss. Fortunately, the disciples were knowledgeable and had the right to decide. They advised everyone not to panic and wait until dawn tomorrow before inviting Cui Yi into the house. .
Cui Yi had no worries at all and slept peacefully until morning. Only then did he learn from the shop owner that someone had sent a letter. Cui Yi smiled knowingly, took the letter and went back to the house to open it, and saw that in addition to the invitation, there was also a thirty-tael banknote. He gently folded the banknotes and stuffed them into his bag. He first went to find the man who was doing the splitting and handed the thirty taels of banknotes to him without any embarrassment.
He immediately left the alley and went to the gate of the palace. He waved the letter in front of the guard's face and said, "I, Zeng Yuan, have been invited by a famous person in the palace to tell his fortune." The guard knew that he was. Cui Yi, without further conversation, guided him into the inner courtyard and up to the back hall.
"What a good Mr. Cui, he was able to hide his secrets and get here all the way!"
Cui Yi followed the voice and saw a scholar walking out of Nuan Pavilion. He quickly stepped back half a step, bowed and said: "Xiao Ke is still Zeng Yuan, please don't make any noise."
"What are you afraid of?" The man said with a smile, "In this important place of the royal palace, the eyes of the informants cannot penetrate. Could it be that Master Cui is addicted to divination?"
Cui Yi did not dare to be rash here and replied seriously: "In that case, I can talk to you with peace of mind. I don't know your name."
"My surname is Cheng Qin, my name is Wo Ting. I am from the south of the Yangtze River. I have been homeless for a long time, so I am a guest in front of King Yi's gate, which is not worth mentioning. What orders does Master Cui have here?"
Cui Yi said: "Now King Yi will be framed by the prince, and he may be expelled from the capital and return to the vassal territory. I heard that there are many guests here who may be able to help, so I came here without hesitation. I don't know what you think, sir, is your strength enough?" Is there any effective way?"
Cheng Woting paced and lowered his head and said: "I'll tell you the truth, there are more than fifty people who are treated by the prince in the palace. Although they are all famous people in the world, they don't have deep friendships with people in the official circles and have no roots. Without power, writing a letter or saying something is like a stone sinking into the sea."
Cui Yi was still calm and cheerful, and just smiled and said: "Wuting's words 'not deep' are very clear, I guess there are some shallow friendships."
Wo Ting shook his head: "It's useless to have casual sex."
"Then let me ask you, have you ever met any of the senior officials in Beijing?"
"Except for the main thing, never."
"Have you ever met with the provincial governors?"
"No."
"What about the governor?"
"I've seen this a few times."
"On what occasion?"
Cheng Woting thought carefully: "The local magistrate hosted a banquet for the prince, and we and the scribes went to the banquet to recite poems and compose poems for him. Although he called us many times to accompany him, it was just to add elegance and did not involve political affairs."
"How?" Cheng Woting smiled bitterly, "What I said before was true, right? Alas, what use can this little communication do!"
"Of course!" Cui Yi's eyes were extremely firm, "The reason why the state officials are willing to respect you is because you have a pivotal position here! Even if you don't participate in political affairs, you can still mobilize the entire literary world. As long as you seize the right opportunity, If you use your fame to incite the people, thousands of people will shout in unison, and the government will not take it lightly."
Cheng Woting was worried: "If the adults are displeased and are labeled as 'inciting chaos', how should we deal with it?"
Cui Yi shook his head and said: "No. You all can kneel down in front of the Yamen lobby and implore the governor to write a letter to remonstrate with King Yi. In this way, firstly, there will be no disadvantages that are difficult to control, and secondly, it will shock the capital, and it will spread throughout the country in a few days. The capital has caused so much trouble that it will be difficult for King Yi not to stay."
Cheng Woting thought for a long time, but still undecided, so he had to call two servants and ordered: "You two will take Master Cui out of the house." After that, he bowed to Cui Yi again: "Sorry, this matter is of great importance. If you make a mistake and commit the serious crime of beheading, it will be over. Rong Cheng will think about it for a few days, and if he has a solution, he will come to you to discuss it. "
Cui Yi couldn't care less about etiquette at this time. He was so angry that he opened his eyes and shouted: "What are you doing? Let go!" The two slaves put down their hands obediently, lowered their heads, not daring to take another step.
"You...this..."
Without saying a word, Cui Yi walked straight to the middle of the living room with determined steps and sat on the armchair.
Cheng Woting's face turned pale and he asked hurriedly: "What are you doing?"
Cui Yi said: "Isn't Mr. Wo Ting afraid of beheading? Then I won't go back to Beijing. I will sit here until the incident is completely over. If it really becomes a serious crime of rebellion, you can take it upon me! It doesn't matter if you behead. It doesn’t matter if it’s Ling Chi, I’ll let him have his way!”
Wo Ting was shocked and hurriedly asked Cui Yi to come down and kneaded his hands several times: "Master Cui, Mr. Cui, just agree to it. You must not be so angry."
Cui Yi breathed a sigh of relief, dusted off his clothes, stood up, looked at Wo Ting and said, "Time is tight and there is no room for further hesitation. I hope you understand my approach. I originally planned to leave as soon as I finished speaking, but now it seems , we still need a backbone to control the situation. Look to me for everything from now on." Without waiting for Wo Ting to nod in agreement, he strode out of the living room.
"Lan Shidu, what do you say about this news...?"
The prince took a letter that had just been delivered and turned to ask Lan Yuan.
Lan Yuan lowered his head and looked: "Cui Yi has left the capital..."
"If you really read his book, wouldn't it be impossible for him to escape?" The prince smiled and closed the letter, seeming to have made up his mind.
Unexpectedly, Lan Yuan was shocked after hearing this: "Your Highness, this letter must not be kept!"
