In the quiet and deep palace, Yu Shinan had been waiting in the cold wind for some time.
The eunuch at the door was holding a fly whisk, standing upright, with his head raised to the sky, thinking that Yu Shinan was nothing but air.
At this time, Changsun Wuji slowly walked over, waved to his father-in-law at the door, and then he left.
There was no one around. Changsun Wuji walked up to Yu Shinan and bowed respectfully: "Master Yu, there is no need to wait any longer. The emperor has gone to bed. If you have anything else, let's discuss it in the morning."
"Old minister, you can wait here until the morning."
"Hey, why are you doing this? Your body can't withstand such torture."
"The old minister is in his old age and has long been of little use to the country of Tang Dynasty. The emperor must rely on the younger generations to assist him. If the old minister exchanges his residual body for a future capable minister, it can be regarded as making a difference for the world."
"There are so many talented people in the world, why is Mr. Yu so stubborn on just one? Lu Yao is indeed talented in poetry, but he is too arrogant and speaks out. If Mr. Yu can protect him today, he may have violated the emperor's taboo in the future. . Can Lord Yu protect him for a while, and can he protect him for the rest of his life?"
"Master Zhangsun, they are still young people. We old people should give more opportunities to young people and give them more opportunities to make mistakes! Lu Yao does like to get into trouble, but because of this, we should give him more opportunities. Take good care of him. Only by training can he be used by Datang in the future."
"Hey! How could Changsun Wuji not know what Mr. Yu said? Mr. Yu values Lu Yao so much, but the emperor does not think so. The poem at the lantern festival was about something big or small. After the emperor returned to the palace, he was angry all the way. A lot of it has been eliminated, if Mr. Yu tries his best to protect it, Changsun Wuji can also help from the side."
"Thank you! Thank you, Lord Changsun."
"Hey... this is all a trivial matter, Master Yu. There is no need to say thank you. Just wait until the matter does not become a big deal. You also know that the poems at the lantern festival have always been passed down by the people. If after tomorrow, Lu Yao's poem It spread among the people and triggered the conflict between the Han people and the Turks. At that time, even if you and I blocked people's heads to protect it, we couldn't save it. The key to the matter is to see how the situation develops. If it is just a ripple on the water, Master Yu does not need to Worried, but if there is a storm, Mr. Yu, please don’t be confused!”
Yu Shinan pondered, nodded, and murmured: "Yes! Whether you live or die, it all depends on God's will. If it really comes to an irreconcilable point, I hope Lord Changsun can advise that killing Lu Yao alone is enough, and don't involve innocent people. .”
Changsun Wuji nodded: "Changsun Wuji will not shirk Mr. Yu's kindness."
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And at this time.
The moon in Chang'an became softer because of a word, and the moonlight poured down like running water, coating this thousand-year-old city with a layer of silver frost. It caressed the hearts of the people of Chang'an and allowed the people who were born in ancient times to taste the taste of history.
When will the bright moon come? Asking the sky for wine, I wonder what year it is in the palace in the sky? I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places. Dancing clear shadow, like in the world……
Those returning steps seemed to be attracted by the melodious and not-so-beautiful sounds in the air, making them involuntarily pick up the discarded lanterns again, return to the edge of the stage, and re-examine this inconspicuous thing. A young girl.
Yu Qingqing sang lyrics and looked at the bright moon in the distance. She was singing, but she thought she was toasting the Moon Palace with a glass of wine. She was so drunk in the poems that she couldn't bear to look away for a long time.
The white jade moon seemed ashamed. In a hurry, a thin cloud was caught, covering her beautiful face, and everything became hazy. Such a spotless moonlight became more admirable because of a few poems. The little girl had too many reveries in her heart. I wonder what kind of feelings Bai Song had when looking at such a moon before he could write. Next chapter!
The moon is crescent, that is the moon whispering affectionately. It’s a feedback to poetry, so charming. There are stars in the sky as companions, scattered with little fluorescent lights, twinkling into the endless night.
Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of saying goodbye?
People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. Nung, moon and new moon.
The little girl soothed the strings until the sound of the piano dissipated, and the entire Dongshi could only hear the faint whisper of the night wind.
All eyes converged, and a pair of shocked eyes seemed to be shining with crystal. This was a touch that could only be experienced by the common people in ancient times when poetry was popular.
Yu Qingqing's nose was sore. She felt that Bai Song should not hide such good words. This was selfishness for the world.
At the last moment, the little girl shouted to everyone: "The lyricist is Youzhou Bai Song!"
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The chief interrogator has arrived at the Penal Department Prison.
There was a long silence in the cell, and no one spoke.
Something seemed to be happening on the street outside. From the moonlight overhead, one could tell that it was already halfway through the third watch. It was unknown what the people of Chang'an were still enjoying at the lantern festival at such a late hour.
The chief judge is an acquaintance.
Great acquaintance.
Mr. Li Jing, Minister of the Ministry of Punishments!
The moment Li Jing saw Bai Song, he was as shocked as the moment Bai Song saw Li Jing.
The two looked at each other for a long time, and the atmosphere was very delicate.
But because there were Lu Yao and Mingyue in the cell, neither of them knew what to say.
In the end, Li Jing pretended not to know Bai Song and asked about some process matters.
For example, why I wrote this song, why I changed this song, why I sang it at the lantern festival, etc.
Li Jinglai was just going through the motions. After all, the incident made the emperor so angry that he dropped his jade ring. In order to show his concern, it was not an exaggeration to ask the Minister of Punishment to interrogate him personally.
After a series of detailed inquiries, Li Jing also understood what happened.
It was obvious that Bai Song was implicated. This guy was mute and couldn't tell the story of the pain of eating Coptis chinensis.
Li Jing didn't like Bai Song, but after all, he saved his life and gave him a huge credit. It was really aggrieved to lose his life because of such an unreasonable disaster.
Li Jing fell into deep thought, thinking about how to excuse Bai Song.
After going out to inquire with several officials, I learned that Yu Shinan had personally gone to the palace to intercede with these people, but the result was not good.
Li Jing has been in official circles for decades and quickly grasped the key to the problem.
There was no unnecessary nonsense. Li Jing only left one sentence in front of the cell: "Whether it's life or death, wait until the sunrise to see what words are circulating in the world!"
After saying this, Li Jing put away his confession and turned around to leave.
The three of them continued to face each other in the cell, and even Bai Song became worried.
Looking at tonight's lyrics, only Lu Yao's song is clearly superior to the others, and it is timely and appropriate to the situation, reaching the critical point of civil conflicts, which will inevitably arouse discussions among the people.
At this time, the jailer brought good wine and food, but it was not a good sign.
Lu Yao smiled, grabbed the wine and took a big gulp: "Have a good meal! Once you are full, we can hit the road together tomorrow morning. My, Lu Yao's lyrics will be spread all over the world, throughout the past and present, and I will never die. What a pity, hahaha..."
