The guard said as he handed the note to Lin Bingzheng.
At this time, several other adults also looked puzzled.
"What happened?"
Lin Bingzheng briefly repeated what the guards said to them, and then slowly opened the note.
And when his eyes fell on the words on the note.
Soon, Lin Bingzheng's pupils shrank visibly!
Not only that, his face was gradually covered with shock!
This expression lasted for nearly a minute, and then he slammed the table with an excited tone.
"There is such a breathtaking poem! My God! My God!"
"Who wrote this poem? Who wrote this poem?"
Such a reaction confused several other adults.
Prime Minister He Minghui was the first to ask: "Mr. Lin, what happened? What is written on the paper?"
"Yes, Master Lin, what exactly did you see?"
Lou Jingzhi and others also asked eagerly.
The next second, Lin Bingzheng handed them the note in his hand.
Then after a while of circulating, their expressions became almost like Lin Bingzheng!
Especially Prime Minister He Minghui, who was holding the tea cup tightly while watching.
When I finished reading, my right hand was shaking and I dropped the tea cup to the ground.
"Flying down three thousand feet! It seems that the Milky Way is falling from the sky!"
"Flying down three thousand feet! It seems that the Milky Way is falling from the sky!"
"What a boldness this is! How spectacular this is! You can actually write such a scenery with just a few strokes!"
"Who wrote this? Who wrote this?"
He Minghui raised his head and kept asking around.
Anyone with a little bit of proficiency can see the extraordinary nature of this poem.
It is no exaggeration to say that in their lifetime, there is no poem that can compare with this one in describing the scenery!
Lou Jingzhi also stroked his beard and admired for a while.
"If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that time would have such poetry."
"Who is the person who wrote the poem? No matter what, this person must be a great talent!"
His words aroused the approval of the whole room.
The next second, Lin Bingzheng was already looking at the guard.
"You said this note was given to you by the maid of Jing'an Palace?"
"Exactly!"
"What about the maid?"
"Uh... the younger one kicked her away..."
The guard responded in a low voice.
The next second, Lin Bingzheng yelled!
"Stupid! Absolutely stupid! Bring people to chase her back immediately! Go now!"
"Sir, I'm just a maid..."
The guard didn't quite understand.
However, except for Lin Bingzheng, the eyes of the other adults became extremely severe at this time, as if they wanted to chop him into pieces.
The guard didn't dare to continue to argue, so he could only nodded quickly.
"Yes, little one, go right now!"
After saying that, he hurried out and led the people in pursuit.
At this moment, Shuang'er was on his way back to Jing'an Palace.
She didn't know whether Han Yang's note was useful or not, and she felt extremely uneasy.
However, before taking two steps, he was overtaken by a group of guards.
Later, in panic, Shuang'er was taken directly to the Hanlin Academy.
Looking at the adults standing in front of him, although Shuang'er didn't recognize them at all, he knew from their aura that these people were important ministers of the country.
"Shuang'er, the maids of Jing'an Palace, would like to send you your regards."
Shuang'er took a deep breath and bowed first.
Facing so many big shots for the first time, she inevitably felt frightened.
But in the next second, what the other party said made Shuang'er confused.
"Girl, don't be so nervous. Just sit down."
"sit?"
Shuang'er raised his head, his big eyes blinking continuously.
She is just a maid. Facing so many important ministers, how can He De sit down?
Could it be because of Han Yang's poem? How can it be?
The next second, Lin Bing smiled.
He took the note, handed it to Shuang'er, and asked, "Girl, do you dare to ask if you wrote this poem?"
"I have never seen such a poem in my entire life! The girl's talent is truly amazing!"
"Yeah, yeah, it's really amazing."
Several people nearby also echoed.
However, their eyes were still full of disbelief.
After all, who would have thought that the person who brought this note was actually just a maid in disguise.
When did this maid in the harem become so talented?
You have to ask carefully.
After listening to Lin Bingzheng's words, Shuang'er was finally sure that the other party's reaction was because of the poem.
Excited, she quickly told the truth.
"Well... Sirs, you have misunderstood. This poem was not written by me. I don't know many words. How could I write a poem?"
"Huh? Didn't you write it, girl?"
Lin Bingzheng frowned slightly, turned around, and looked at each other with He Minghui and the others.
Then, he quickly continued to ask.
"Who wrote that? Who asked you to send it to me, girl? Can you tell me clearly?"
Finally got to the point!
When Shuang'er heard this, he stopped hiding anything and knelt down directly.
Such a reaction was unexpected by Lin Bingzheng and others.
"Girl, what are you doing?"
"My lords, please save a friend of mine! I beg you!"
Both children's voices sounded a bit crying.
Lin Bingzheng and others became more and more confused, so they asked the guards to help Shuang'er up and continued to ask questions.
Not long after, Shuang'er had already discussed the matter with several adults in the Hanlin Academy.
Of course, she did not reveal what happened to Concubine Xiao and the prince. She only said that Han Yang made a mistake and was imprisoned in the woodshed, preparing to be executed.
As for what exactly was wrong, he did not elaborate.
The expressions of Lin Bingzheng and others kept changing. After hearing this, their shocked expressions still did not improve.
After a long time, Prime Minister He Minghui said in disbelief: "It's unbelievable that a little messenger eunuch can write such a poem! Has Han Yang ever studied?"
"My lord, you are joking. How can a person who works as a eunuch in the palace have the ability to study?"
"If you haven't studied academically, how can you write like you have divine help?"
"I don't know the specific reason, but this poem was indeed written by him."
Shuang'er continued to escape completely.
Then, she wiped away her tears and said, "Sir, Han Yang's life is in danger. When His Majesty leaves in the morning, he will be executed immediately."
"He was also desperate, so he thought of writing a poem and sending it to the Hanlin Academy. I beg you all for help!"
"Although I don't know whether this poem is good or bad, I hope you all can give me a helping hand. I am very grateful!"
I have to say that Shuang'er's crying look really touched the hearts of these veterans of the Hanlin Academy.
A moment later, Prime Minister He Minghui took the lead to speak out.
"Miss Shuang'er, if what you said is true, then Han Yang is a great talent that I have never seen in a hundred years!"
"If he dies, it will be a huge loss to my literary world! He must not die!"
