Chapter 8: Shanghai Musician (8)

"Jiu Wen's empress is very knowledgeable, and I don't know this poem. What does it say?" Dan Lan's eyes were fast, he immediately stepped up and picked up the paper full of Vietnamese characters, saying: "The ink is still new, it should be the queen Was it written by the lady last night?"
There were too many things searched, and the emperor couldn't see through Jinyan immediately, so Dan Lan first picked out the evidence that he thought was the strongest and presented it to the emperor.
"Your Majesty, the slave-maid believes that this poem must be strange, perhaps related to the poisoning of Shanfei." Dan Lan said.
"Oh?" The emperor took the Vietnamese script, recognized it, and handed it to An Gong Gong, asking: "Can anyone know the words written above?"
"This... the old minions are very ignorant and really don't know, but the Bachelor of Longyuan Pavilion must know." An Gong Gong suggested.
Soon, several bachelors from Longyuan Pavilion were invited.
As soon as they finished reading the poem, their faces changed greatly and said, "Your Majesty, it is not a subject of resistance. It is really a vulgar language that cannot be translated."
"But translation is no problem! Offenders dismissed!" The emperor snapped the table.
After a while, several college graduates translated the above content with great difficulty, written in Chinese characters:
"Ten Fragrant Words"
The green silk is seven feet long, which is used as a home makeup;
...
He Qiang has a good taste and sends out the words to the palace merchant; inside the mouth of Anzhi Lang, it contains warm and sweet fragrance.
...
There are ten sentences, which are fragrant and unsightly.
"Are there any mistakes in your translation?" the emperor asked angrily.
"Don't be afraid to make a mistake, the minister uses the item as a head guarantee!" The university scholar said: "Another item, there is an additional "cloud" word next to each "lang" word in this poem, I don't know what it means ."
Everyone was silent, everyone understood.
"Your Majesty, this poem was not written by the concubine, but a copy!" The Queen hurriedly defended Shen Sheng: "Last night, Dan Fei came alone and brought a page of red paper poems, saying that it was the posthumous work of the poet Wu Zidao of the former dynasty, and gave it to the minister. Concubine, let the concubine copy... The concubine doesn't know the text on the poem!"
"Where is that red paper poem now?"
"It's on the bedside of the concubine." The queen replied and hurriedly sent her maid to get it.
Ruyi went, came back soon, and said a few words in the queen's ear.
Seeing that Ruyi didn’t get the red paper poems, Shan Lan secretly complimented and immediately exclaimed:
Yinyi looks, this matter was originally the fault of Shanfei. Last night’s Lantern Festival, your majesty received the Persian envoys, slaves, and all of you. The concubines held a moon-viewing lantern feast together in the back garden...On the side of Yuanheng Palace, there was only the queen empress and Yunle Master. At this time, Dan Fei hurriedly came to please, but it disturbed the queen empress Yaxing."
"Last night, the concubine really can't remember any red paper poems." Dan Fei was weak and looked sad.
"Queen empress, if you blame Dan Fei for disturbing your Yaxing, you can punish her. Why should you let her drink forgotten and lose the memory of the night?" Dan Langong asked respectfully: "Don't it be? What did Princess Fei see?
"Shut up!" The emperor was furious: "Queen, what did you say about the red paper poem? Why hasn't it been taken yet?"
"This..." There was a trace of confusion under the queen's calm appearance.
"Slaughter-in-law bravely speaks!" At this time, Xu Zhaorong's maidservant Huanxiang said, she was originally a single concubine in Xu Zhaorong's body
Agent Bian, who was loyal to Shanfei, had already confided to the emperor again today. He had already put his life and death apart, and simply tore his face, and completely stood on the side of Danfei: "The slave-maid speculates that there is no red paper poem!"
"Huaxiang, don't talk nonsense, although the concubine doesn't remember anything, but she can't slander the queen's mother!" Dan Fei stopped feebly.
"Your Majesty, Lady Dan Fei, you have a broad heart, and your slaves can't rub the sand in her eyes!" Huanxiang's voice was sharp and sharp: "The Queen Mother and Yunle Master have a secret relationship, up and down the palace, which one does not know, which one does not know!"
Indeed, everyone secretly thinks so, but because of the queen's identity, they dare not say it, only this pungent and spicy dare to say what everyone thinks.
"What happened last night must be like this!" Huanxiang said: "The queen cheated with Yunle Master in Yuanheng Palace. At this time, the single concubine came to ask for peace, just broke! The queen pretended to appease and drank Single Concubine in order to cover up. It’s all forgotten! I also pushed the words of Shixiang to Dan Fei, saying that Dan Fei had copied it! Anyway, Dan Fei lost her memory, and what the Queen Mother said was what she said!"
"Moreover, in the searched things, there is a poem made by the queen today, and a letter from Yun Yunshi to the queen a few days ago! It is a great testimony, and the evidence is like a mountain!" Huanxiang said in one breath. Finished, as if to die.
"Queen, what else do you have to say?" The emperor had already believed in seven or eight points. He wished to pull out his sword and stab the queen directly.
At this time, the voice of the man came from the side hall: "The queen does not say, let's talk about it."
"Who?" the emperor roared.
"It's Yun, Master Yun..." An Gonggong heard it.
Li Yuebai sorted out his clothes and planned to go out and act.
"Master Yunle, don't do it!" Several eunuchs hurriedly pulled: "Aren't you unable to see a woman?"
"Yes! Almost forgot!" Li Yuebai realized in a sudden, palming with two palms: "You guys, give me a screen to go out and block it."
The eunuchs immediately removed a few screens and placed them in the courtyard.
"Okay." Li Yuebai took a deep breath and snapped his fingers: "!"
"Show your sister, please pay attention to your words and deeds." The system came out sulkingly and poured cold water: "Any language that does not conform to the times will be silenced."
"Rely on, why do you always come out when you don't need you!" Li Yuebai hates iron and steel: "What's the use of the system!"
Organize your mood, and then tidy up your clothes-in fact, there is nothing to sort out. Yun Weizhi always wears white clothes without dust. The fabric is special, and there are no pleats.
Li Yuebai walked out of the side hall and made a long salute in the direction of the emperor: "Caomin petitioned His Majesty."
The emperor could not help but immediately ordered him to be chopped off, but fortunately he was stopped by An Gong.
"Master Yunle, what else do you have to say?" An Gonggong asked, as if he was talking to a dead person.
"Yes." Li Yuebai said: "Xu is treating people indifferently on weekdays, not close to people, so that it leads to misunderstandings, so that His Majesty and everyone misunderstood, and even affected the Queen's mother and daughter.
"Misunderstanding?" An Gonggong stunned: "Master Yunle, you said that it was a misunderstanding, and you still refused to confess! Can't you bow your head with so much evidence?"
"Just before, the three pieces of evidence you said are all heard below." Li Yuebai reached out and pointed at the three pieces across the screen: "However, I have to say that these three pieces of evidence are all fake!"
"It's all fake?" Everyone stunned, saying that the beast is still fighting, can't it be so unrestrained, it's about to die, and the duck's mouth is hard?
"First of all, it is the poem made by the Queen Mother today." Li Yuebai said: "I was referred to by Huanxiang Girl and embedded my name."
"Yes, I can hear you clearly!" said Huanxiang.
"Then please ask An Gong Gong to start this poem." Li Yuebai's voice was steady.
An Gong Gong stepped forward, and under the guidance of Huan Xiang, he found the latest one from a pile of poems. The date on it is today, the ink has not yet been dried, it is the handwriting of the Queen Mother.
When I opened it, I was shocked.
The poem is called "Eternal Ages", and there are only two sentences: "Dao Yun is known for thousands of years, but the catkins will be paid to the wind."
Presented to the emperor, it was also a moment of consternation.
"Huanxiang, do you know what is the crime of slandering the queen?" An Gonggong asked: "There are only two sentences in this poem. Where is Yun Weizhi? There is no word!"
"No? Why not?" Huan Xiang's eyes widened, her voice sharper: "The slave-servant listens clearly there is."
An Gong Gong read the two poems and finally understood.
This [yun] is homophonic with [cloud], [chi] and [knowing] are homophonic, and [wei] and [wei] are homophonic.
Huanxiang doesn't recognize words, she just listens, and listening to her ears is a misunderstanding.
"How about different fonts?" Huanxiang refused to admit: "Since the pronunciation is the same, it's a ghost!"
"Yeah, poems are sentimentally emphasizing on an obscurity. If the queen and Yunle Master really have personal feelings, they should also use different fonts to cover up." Shan Landao.
"This poem was never written by the queen to Caomin." Li Yuebai sighed: "Everyone, and see the meaning in the poem. Dao Yun, who is it referring to? The famous talented girl of the Jin Dynasty, Xie Daoyun, she was of noble character Gao Jie, brilliant and talented, is a rare and rare woman in the world. And the wisdom word is also praised for her extraordinary wisdom, whether it is a wisdom word or Yunzi, it has nothing to do with the next."
"..." Dan Fei's face was pale, and she secretly exclaimed that she met her rival.
"Looking at the next half of the sentence, only catkins will be paid to the breeze. Xie Daoyun is praised by the world for his talents. This catkins is naturally related to her. As for the word breeze, he deliberately emphasized the name of your majesty. The word has nothing to do with the next."
The emperor's name was Murong Feng, which was the same as the wind.
"As for the catkins, what else do you mean? I don't know what to do next."
"Liu catkins, the girl name of the queen's mother!" The queen's maid Ruyi finally couldn't help but blurted out.
"Yes." The queen finally spoke, and she raised her eyes and looked directly at the emperor: "This poem was written for your majesty."
When you look at the two sentences together, the meaning becomes clearer.
The queen compared herself to Xie Daoyun, who was born with noble character and noble character, and Liu Xu (queen) only delivered Qingfeng (the emperor) wholeheartedly.
The Emperor looked at the poems and moved slightly.
Although he is suspicious, there is really nothing wrong with looking at this poem alone.
If the homonym of the text is grasped, it can be said that there is □□, so there are so many homophones in the Chinese characters, everyone can be pulled out of the handle.
What's more, this poem is truly irrepressible.
"Huanxiang, you misunderstood the verse and blamed the queen, what should I do?" An Gong Gong asked.
"I... I may have misunderstood this poem! But, there are two other pieces of evidence over there!" Huanxiang eagerly defended: "I don't believe it, and the other two pieces can be wrong!"
"Of course it can be wrong." Li Yuebai nodded sympathetically, and made a secret secretly: as long as he works hard, nothing can't be messed up.
"Eternal Ages" is indeed a bad poem, and it was not written by the queen. It was Li Yuebai who spent ten minutes to compile it and read it to His Royal Highness. His Royal Highness chanted it to the Queen. The Queen also complained frequently during the transcription: "This poem uses weird words, wrong rhythm, is extremely rough, and is inferior."
Despite its good poetry and bad poetry, time is pressing, and it is good poetry to reach the goal and lead the snake out of the hole.
He has reviewed the original work, knowing that the queen has a young name called Liu Xu, and just insisted on pretending not to know, and let the queen speak for herself.