The fake eunuch who lurked in the palace

Pushing aside the crowd, Yun Niang walked towards Li Yi.

"Yuan Shi brought me here because it was lively." Before Yun Niang could ask, Li Yi said warmly.

Taking Yun Niang's hand, he lowered her body to his own level.

"Does it hurt?"

Staring at Yun Niang's face, Li Yi raised his eyes to look at her.

Yun Niang chuckled, "It hurts, but what can you do?"

"Do not worry."

Li Yi didn't say much and patted Yun Niang's hand.

"The time is almost up."

Yun Niang followed Li Yi and looked at the incense burner. When the last ash fell, the gongs and drums rang.

The scroll was pulled open, and there were two big characters on it: Chinese Valentine's Day!

Li Yi's eyes narrowed. It was not that there was no storage of Chinese Valentine's Day poems, but that on this Chinese Valentine's Day, everyone basically wrote a few poems, which meant that this question was extremely easy.

Just pick up the pen!

Quickly unfolding the paper, Li Yi raised his head and waved his hands.

The simpler and more time-saving the better, Li Yi chose Du Mu's Chinese Valentine's Day poem: "The cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen, and the small light fan flutters at the flowing fireflies. The sky is as cold as water at night, and I lie down to watch the Altair and Vega."

As soon as he finished writing, Li Yi immediately asked the guards to push him over.

As soon as he moved, there were sounds one after another from behind.

The defender's push is not slow, but it is definitely not comparable to the speed of people running.

Seeing that they were passing him one by one, Li Yi stared at a position on the vertical board, leaned back, and as he continued to approach, he suddenly jumped forward and stuck the poem manuscript in his hand up.

At the same time, a swarm of people overwhelmed him.

Yun Niang was not as fast as them and had already given up. She was planning to retreat to the side, but she saw that Li Yi was being trampled underneath, so she rushed over without thinking.

But as a woman, even if she had some strength, there was no way she could push the man away.

Instead, he was thrown away and almost fell to the ground.

Wen Heng pulled her aside and said, "Yun'er..."

Yun Niang didn't even pay attention to his kindness. She threw away his hand and plunged into the crowd again.

"Go away!"

After just a moment, people gathered around the vertical board, and Yun Niang couldn't squeeze in. She screamed.

Sitting at the table, Father Sheng stood up.

They were standing a little far away, just watching from a distance. The situation in the field was not clear, but he faintly heard Yun Niang's voice.

"Seeing Mr. Shanda like this, is he also aroused?" A person next to him said.

Seeing everyone looking at him, Father Sheng shook his head and laughed, "I'm an old man, I don't dare to compete with young people."

"Just some memories."

The emperor patted the armchair with his hand and looked at the field with a smile on his face, "To choose three people among tens of thousands of people, and to compose poems in such a short time, their reaction speed and intelligence must be top-notch, but they are not inferior to others." The test is easy.”

"If there are three poems on the standing board this time that are worthy of being recited, I will make a special exception."

"As long as you pass the policy review, you will go straight to the Hanlin Academy."

When all the officials heard this, they all raised their eyes slightly, and the right minister smiled and said: "Fortunately, the emperor is good at saying this. If it were before the poetry meeting, the scene today would be a hundred times crazier."

"It's too early to tell. No matter how crazy he is, that person will not change." The emperor glanced at everyone, his eyes paused on Zuo Xiang, and he said meaningfully.

The officials looked at each other secretly, and the atmosphere became subtle for a moment.

Zuo Xiang looked at the field, seemingly unable to hear what the emperor meant.

The gongs and drums sounded, and the second scene came to an end.

Yun Niang pushed the people away and searched for Li Yi on the ground.

The push chair fell to one side, the wheels had fallen apart from being stepped on and kicked, and the pedal was broken in the middle.

Looking at it, Yun Niang felt a chill in her heart. It was over. The little eunuch must have been trampled to death.

Tell him to stay in the house and have to run out!

My mother's hard work for the past six months has been wasted. The more Yun Niang thought about it, the more she felt sad about it.

"Miss."

The familiar tone made Yun Niang look up suddenly.

Li Yi sat in the guard queue and smiled at her.

With this image of his, the entire Chu State may not be able to come up with a second one.

After all, he is also the son-in-law of Sheng Shilang, and the guards will definitely not let him be trampled to death.

Not to mention, after Li Yi fell down, he quickly grabbed the guard's waistband.

"There is a wound on the face. It will be very painful if you cry."

"You can go out later and ask Yuan Shi to find a push chair."

"It's much harder for disabled people than ordinary people."

Li Yi sat on the ground and smiled bitterly. He heard Yun Niang's cry, but he couldn't move. The guards were busy at that time, so who had time to pay attention to him.

Just when he was about to respond to Yun Niang, the gongs and drums sounded.

After sniffing, Yun Niang knelt down next to Li Yi and lowered her voice, "What are your plans for coming to the Dengke Poetry Club?"

"There are many purposes, which one do you want to hear?"

Li Yi stroked the blood on Yun Niang's face, with pity in her eyes. The wound that had been clotted opened again under her excitement.

"Take care of it properly. The reputation is not good. If your face is disfigured again, you won't be able to get married."

"Shut your mouth!" Yun Niang spat out the words fiercely.

Whenever you think Li Yi will say something heart-warming, his style of painting is off-kilter, which makes people feel itchy.

Wen Heng looked at this scene from a distance, his whole body was like a stiff sculpture.

He tilted his head, looked into the distance, and took a breath.

You can't have your cake and eat it too. He chose bear's paw, but every step he took was painful.

For him, a bright future is no match for Yun Niang.

It's just that he can't let go of the resentment in his heart!

There has to be someone, there has to be someone to seek justice for those undead souls.

As Yun Niang and the others exited, there were only 30 people left in the field.

This time, there is no need to fight.

The emperor would give a poem title, and they would just finish it within the specified time.

The push chair was not brought so quickly, and Li Yi was placed on the chair.

When he was carried to the emperor and others, all the officials looked at Father Sheng.

Sheng's father was also surprised. Li Yi and Sheng Yuanshi conspired, and the two of them did a good job in keeping secrets. Sheng's father had no idea that Li Yi would come to the Dengke Poetry Competition, let alone that he would survive until the finals!

The emperor's eyes stopped on Li Yi for a moment. Li Yi, who can't move his legs and feet, is the first one to pass the second game over the years.

They are often eliminated in the first round.

It can be seen that he wrote the poem faster than ordinary people.

"They are all young talents." The emperor looked at the people below and said with a smile.

The guards had already arranged tables, chairs, pens, ink, paper and inkstones. Naturally, the situation in front of the Emperor could not remain the same as before.

After saluting the emperor, Li Yi and his party took their seats one by one.

Then I waited for the emperor to come up with a poem title.

At this time, the officials would not interrupt without blinking. Like the people on the sidelines, they were watching eagerly.

After the emperor pondered for a moment, he slowly spoke, "There are many poems expressing sentimentality or expressing ambitions, but there are only a few poems written for the men who guard the border in Chu State."

"Let's use this as the title."

As soon as the emperor finished speaking, the gongs and drums sounded, and then the lit incense was inserted into the incense burner.