He Minghui spoke firmly, and after finishing his words, he looked at the other people.
"My lords, Han Yang must be protected. Even if a messenger eunuch makes a mistake, what mistake can he make? I'm afraid the crime will not lead to death."
"And this poem alone is enough to pardon him from all capital crimes! Anyone who can write such a poem will probably be my hope for revitalizing the literary world!"
This is quite significant.
Just relying on a poem, He Minghui dared to make such an assertion, which shows his courage as a prime minister.
But after a moment, Lou Jingzhi pulled his sleeves, stepped forward and spoke softly.
"Prime Minister, you cannot trust your servant girl's words after all. If she lies, we won't know."
"This poem is indeed powerful, but it is hard to believe that it was written by a eunuch. We need to verify it first."
"you mean?"
He Minghui frowned slightly.
Soon, Lou Jingzhi continued: "How about this? Let's take this poem to Jing'an Palace and meet the Holy One. Then the Holy One will prove it and test the eunuch."
"If he can really write quatrains, then if we continue to plead for mercy and ask His Majesty for pardon, His Majesty will probably agree with his magnanimity."
"And if he doesn't have this talent, we can escape intact. As for whether the eunuch is dead or alive, we have no control over it."
As soon as he finished speaking, several adults behind him felt that it made sense and nodded.
He Minghui also stroked his beard and felt it was appropriate.
"Just do it."
Then, he looked at Shuang'er and said, "Don't worry, I will go to Jing'an Palace to meet with the Holy Master right now."
"Go back and tell Han Yang that you will be ready for the test later. If he really wrote this poem, we will do our best to keep him safe!"
After the last word fell, He Minghui and others straightened their sleeves.
Not long after, they left the Hanlin Academy.
As for Shuang'er, he was overjoyed when he heard there was hope.
When he quickly returned to the woodshed of Jing'an Palace and told Han Yang what had happened, the latter also clapped his hands suddenly.
"Okay! Great! In this case, I will be saved!"
"As I expected, the Hanlin Academy is currently having a headache over literary disputes. This poem of mine probably saved lives!"
Thinking that he probably wouldn't have to die, Han Yang stretched out happily, then held Shuang'er's hand and expressed his gratitude.
The latter looked shy, but still worried: "Han Yang, did you really write this poem? I see the eyes of those adults are shining. Are you so powerful? Did you copy it from somewhere?"
"How is that possible? No one else in the world can write this poem except me!"
Han Yang patted his chest.
Given the level of Daqian's literary world, even if it continued to develop for two or three hundred years, it would still not be able to produce his seven-character quatrain.
Shuang'er was hesitant and still a little nervous.
At the same time, He Minghui and others were bending down to ask for an audience outside Jing'an Palace.
In the palace, Emperor Qian, who had just slept with Concubine Xiao, was very confused when he heard that a group of veterans from the Hanlin Academy were asking for an audience.
"It's so late, why? This is not my Dragon's Breath Palace."
Personal guard Chen Xiang quickly explained: "Reporting to Your Majesty, they said they have something important to report back, so they are so anxious."
Hearing this, Concubine Xiao pretended to be dissatisfied.
"Really, the harem is not a place to discuss government affairs. The emperor is usually so tired. It is rare for him to come to my place to rest for a while without being bothered by them."
"Your Majesty, I think these veterans did it on purpose, so let them go back quickly."
Emperor Qian smiled slightly and said: "He Minghui and the others are not such people. Since they came here in a hurry, they must have something important to do."
"Let's do this. Let them wait in the side hall of Jing'an Palace. I will go there later."
"yes!"
Chen Xiang bent down slightly, walked out of the door, and took the words with him.
He Minghui and others quickly arrived at the side hall. After waiting for about a stick of incense, Emperor Qian had already put on his nightgown and walked in slowly.
As soon as he entered the door, all the veterans saluted.
"I beg your Majesty to forgive me for disturbing you late at night."
"No gifts."
Emperor Qian waved his hand and quickly sat behind the desk.
"I still have something important to report so late. Could it be that I have made progress in writing your poems?"
As an emperor, he is also extremely smart.
Thinking that a group of people from the Hanlin Academy came here in a hurry, it was probably related to writing poetry.
After all, there will be a civil war with Liang Guo in two days. He specifically told the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty to work together.
It is said that in the past few days, the Imperial Academy has been brightly lit all night.
So after thinking about it for so long, it’s time to get some ideas.
However, after listening, the leader He Minghui said nothing.
Then, he took out the note and presented it respectfully.
"Your Majesty, please take a look at this first."
"Oh? Could it be that you wrote the poem?"
Emperor Qian took the presented note and quickly looked at it.
Within a few seconds, his face trembled slightly.
Then, his eyes widened!
"What a poem! What a poem! What a wonderful poem!"
In his excitement, Emperor Qian slammed the table and he stood up!
"Flying down three thousand feet! It seems that the Milky Way is falling from the sky!"
"Such a spectacular view can be described as beautiful! It's a perfect word!"
"I was indeed right about your Hanlin Academy. After working hard for so long, I finally came up with an excellent poem. Who wrote this?"
With his eyes scanning, Emperor Qian asked excitedly.
Seeing this situation, He Minghui quickly bent down and replied: "Your Majesty, I am extremely ashamed. The author of this poem is not an old minister and others, but... but a eunuch."
"What? A eunuch?"
Emperor Qian was suddenly stunned.
"How can this be?"
He didn't believe it at all.
"To be able to write such a poem, his literary attainments must have reached the pinnacle. How can any eunuch in my family reach such a level?"
"Prime Minister, please don't be ridiculous. This poem could never have been written by a eunuch! There are not many eunuchs in the palace who can read!"
"Your Majesty, I dare not deceive you. This poem was indeed written by a eunuch, and that eunuch is in Jing'an Palace!"
After He Minghui finished speaking, his eyes indicated.
Behind him, Lin Bingzheng and Lou Jingzhi quickly agreed.
"Yes, Your Majesty, the eunuch is here in Jing'an Palace."
"What? You said that the eunuch in Jing'an Palace wrote this poem?"
Emperor Qian still didn't react, and his face was filled with confusion.
"Who is that?"
"Reporting to Your Majesty, it is an eunuch named Han Yang. He seems to have committed a crime and was punished by Concubine Xiao. He is about to be executed."
"When I was about to die, someone sent this poem to my Hanlin Academy. I know the specific details. Maybe I should ask Concubine Xiao."
He Minghui continued to explain.
Emperor Qian's face was still filled with surprise, but after hearing this, he already waved.
"Chen Xiang, go and ask Concubine Xiao to come over and tell her that I have something to ask her."
