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As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Xiuyun saw the expression of the man in front of him move slightly, like ice and snow turning into spring water when meeting the east wind. In the end, he only nodded slightly and pursed his thin lips tightly without saying a word.

Marquis Pingyang didn't say anything else. After leaving the palace, he thought of the white hair hidden under the black hair, which was completely inconsistent with the young and handsome face, and was extremely disconnected.

If his sister asked about His Majesty's current situation, Yu Xiuyun would definitely tell the truth: "It doesn't look good."

But his sister never asked once, and it was hard for him to take the initiative to mention it.

After he returned home, he rummaged through the bookshelves and remembered that he didn't bring any music scores back that day, so he had to send a message to the palace, saying that he could only wait two days to take a rest before going to Yu Tingwan to get it.

That night, there was the sound of soldiers and horse hoofbeats outside the Pingyang Marquis Mansion, and the servants quickly woke up the Lord and his wife.

"My lord! The palace has issued a decree to summon the lord to enter the palace immediately."

Yu Xiuyun hurriedly put on his coat and frowned, "What's going on?"

"The envoy from the palace didn't say anything, but the one who was on duty just now saw the people from Tingwei's Mansion and the Lieutenant in Mingyi heading west."

Most of the houses to the west of the Pingyang Marquis Mansion belonged to the Jizhou gentry headed by Wei Shi.

Xie Xuan yawned, glanced at the young man who was frowning in deep thought, patted his shoulder, and said with a smile: "Last time when I came back from the Wei family, you said that I made a miscalculation. Go ahead and don't be angry for a few days after you come back. Can't sleep."

Yu Xiuyun put on his official uniform and when he entered the Xuanshi Palace, he was confused as to why there was such a big battle.

Almost all the important ministers worth two thousand stones were present, and everyone lowered their heads and did not dare to say a word.

"The Marquis of Pingyang has arrived?"

A slightly hoarse voice came from behind the red sandalwood dragon pattern screen, "Show him the thing."

The chamberlain quickly presented the two volumes with both hands. When Pingyang Hou picked up the scroll, he explained in a low voice: "Due to recent rumors, the historian planned to write a biography of the empress first. Yesterday, the author and several editors got into a fight. The author Zuo Lang was so angry that he went to Dao Zhezi."

"After your Majesty approved the paper this afternoon, he ordered those people to go into the palace and take a look at what they wrote."

While listening, Yu Xiuyun turned over the paper and looked at the few lines of words attentively, his face visibly turning red.

The chamberlain next to him reminded: "This is written by the author."

Marquis Pingyang thought of this man, Mr. Wei San, who had a fight with Xie Xuan at the birthday banquet that day.

He was breathing heavily, and his fingers were crumbling the paper. History cannot be absolutely fair, but this was the first time he saw someone unscrupulously smearing the queen while the emperor was still there.

The third young master of Wei confuses right and wrong with one pen, saying that his sister took the initiative to hook up with the King of Wei in the palace, was good at favoring the family, and used sex to advance her position.

Marquis Pingyang sneered in his heart. When His Majesty was asked to choose a concubine, it was the Wei family who was the most powerful. They quoted scriptures and used the ancient system of twelve women to suppress people.

Yu Xiuyun put down the scroll in his hand and glanced at the two school clerks kneeling in the hall. They were both scholars selected from the opening ceremony.

He opened another volume, and there were quite a few complimentary words in it. Admonishing people to be thrifty were all things that history books often said when praising the concubine, but one thing was special.

When Yu Tingwan was taken to Xiangyang by him, he passed on the compiled and annotated classics to those poor scholars, and this was also written down.

Pei Zhi had kept a tight lid on Princess Wei's escape. How did the school secretary know about it?

Yu Xiuyun stepped forward and looked at the appearance of the two people carefully. He vaguely remembered that the darker-skinned one seemed to be from Xiangyang. He was selected last autumn and was left in Chang'an because he was proficient in history books.

That makes sense. Because of Princess Chengyang in the two states of Jing and Yi, women were less restrained when traveling.

When his sister first arrived in Xiangyang, she went out without a curtain. Later, when she was seen, she felt uncomfortable, so she walked with a curtain covering her face. The school secretary must have met Yu Tingwan in Xiangyang.

Marquis Pingyang was puzzled, since he had told the truth, why did his majesty still let these two people kneel.

He turned a page forward and coughed a few times in surprise.

"Young man was fond of reading. His appearance was beautiful, and he had the national color. He walked like a fairy, and his shadow lingered, reflecting on the left and right. Later, he was especially good at poetry and prose. At first, he was the concubine of Zhou Ling Emperor. She was so bright that she crowned the emperor in the back court. Her talent and appearance were appreciated by the emperor. Accept it by force.”

Yu Xiuyun finally understood why these two people were kneeling here, coughed lightly and said, "Who wrote this paragraph?"

"Jiang Xi, Yuan County, Pingyuan County, whose courtesy name is Shiguang."

Marquis Pingyang's eyes widened slightly and he sighed: "So it's you, why would you ruin your official career with just a few words?"

"Historians should inherit the style of Tai Shigong and write straightly."

Mr. Jiang has a clear conscience and a clear voice, and he is not afraid of the emperor hearing him at all. When he compiled his history, he referred to the daily notes of the previous dynasties, and everything he wrote down was supported by evidence.

Yu Xiuyun felt a lump in his throat, and suddenly remembered that Mr. Jiang had his legs broken because of his lack of expression, and almost couldn't hand in his name to take the scientific examination.

Marquis Pingyang didn't know how to persuade such a person. He sighed deeply, put down the two volumes of books, walked to the screen, and said calmly: "How do you want to deal with it, Your Majesty?"

Pei Zhi was sitting behind the screen with a splitting headache. His bones felt like they were broken inch by inch and then gnawed by ants. The feeling of hot and cold made him even more angry. After his emotions fluctuated too much, he felt more pain in his heart. Beating rapidly like a drum, blood rushed to the top of his head, and he was speechless for a long time.

When he was still the king of Wei, if his subordinates made serious mistakes in the war, they would remain silent for a long time. An official who embezzled military pay was so frightened that he committed suicide.

Several ministers who grew up with him were sweating coldly. They couldn't see His Majesty's face and couldn't guess anything.

Tingwei Yangji walked into the palace, bowed and said, "Thank you for your honor. More than 60 of the Wei family members who still live in Chang'an have all been imprisoned."

Yuan Qi's heart skipped a beat. The Wei family and the Yuan family were related by marriage for several generations. He knew that His Majesty was dissatisfied with the noble families headed by the Cui family. However, the Yuan family had an embarrassing status. Although he was favored by His Majesty because of his obedience, he had a close relationship with him. The proud and humble scholar had a clear distinction between himself and himself, so he kept pretending to be dead.

He felt that it was not appropriate to pretend anymore at this moment. His Majesty Qiangang is arbitrary and has probably already thought about how to deal with Wei Shi. By asking them to come to Xuanshi Hall tonight, he is clearly forcing the ministers to express their stance.

Yuan Qi stood up and said: "Wei Xin, as a writer, despised the emperor, made irresponsible remarks about the queen, and did not have the courtesy of a minister. He was guilty of great disrespect. I sincerely request your majesty to severely punish Wei Shi, remove him from his title and official position, and suffer a loss of two thousand and five thousand yuan." Hundreds of miles.”

The first person spoke, and the ministers behind him all said, "I second my opinion."

Pei Zhi finally spoke and asked Yang Ji to handle the matter. After the ministers dispersed, Yu Xiuyun whispered: "Your Majesty, doing this would be a warning."

The man sitting behind the screen clenched the lotus sachet in his hand, and his eyes were filled with blood. He naturally knew what Pingyang Hou said, but when he thought of the words written by Young Master Wei, his heart bleeds with hatred.

In the eyes of the Wei family, the queen has passed away, which is even more unforgivable.

He breathed heavily and leaned back on the chair, "They hate my wife so much that they think she is dead and they will not let her go."

Pei Zhi's heart surged with anger. Although the Wei family had danced to accept the concubine, they had not lost all the etiquette when they saw the queen. They actually took advantage of the rule that the king could not read the history books at will, and slandered her arbitrarily.

"These people who have no father-in-law regard me as the emperor of the Zhao family, thinking that I will continue to tolerate them." His fingers trembled as he pinched a piece of half-melted ice on the porcelain plate at hand, and swallowed it to relieve the burning sensation, "These people People should have died long ago.”

Marquis Pingyang fell silent, foreseeing that Chang'an would be in panic again in the next few days.

"Do I need to stay in Chang'an for the next few days?"

Yu Xiuyun couldn't see what was going on behind the screen, but after a long silence, he heard a voice coming.

"Didn't you invite a famous doctor from Hongnong County to see you?" Pei Zhi paused, "Remember to tell me how Wanwan is doing."