The fake eunuch who lurked in the palace

People outside the venue started talking while Li Yi and others were meditating, guessing who would be the leader of this poetry meeting.

Those who have long been famous, such as Wen Heng and Feng Qi, are the most discussed.

Because Li Yi attracted too much attention, many people talked about him.

After all, it is so rare for a person who sits on a push chair to reach the finals.

"Sister, please show mercy!"

"Brother-in-law, he insists on attending the Dengke Poetry Contest because he feels sorry for you." Sheng Yuanshi howled, "Be gentle, be gentle, your ears are going to fall off!!"

Letting go of her hand, Yun Niang snorted. She really made Li Yi such a handsome gentleman that Sheng Yuanshi believed his lies.

Looking towards the field, Yun Niang wanted to see what tricks Li Yi was playing.

After pretending to think for a moment, Li Yi dipped his pen in ink and wrote on the paper with a dignified manner: "Glow-in-the-dark cup of grape wine. If you want to drink, play the pipa immediately. Jun Moxiao, lying drunk on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times?"

This poem has not only been recited for thousands of years, but most importantly, it does not involve place names, eliminating the need for alteration.

We have to be particular about copying poems, right? We have to choose according to the situation and copy them randomly. Everyone here is a well-educated person. There are no fools. It's hard to fool them.

After Li Yi finished writing, he stopped writing and nodded to the guards. His poem manuscript was immediately taken away and posted on a vertical board not far from Emperor Yongzhi.

At this time, only two-thirds of the stick of incense had burned.

Li Yi, who once again handed in his poem in advance, was no more crowded than before. He didn't notice that in an instant, almost everyone's eyes fell on him.

Li Yi straightened his body and took it calmly.

This calmness and lack of arrogance made Father Sheng nod secretly.

I thought he was just a scholar who had read a little bit, but I never thought that he was actually a scholar with real talents.

All the poems written by Li Yi and others on the standing board were taken over.

When the gongs and drums sounded, the emperor stood up from his seat and walked to the stand, where he watched each song.

When he sees something good, he will read out the person's first two poems and read them.

About a quarter of an hour later, the emperor smiled and said, "There is no need to argue about the leader. You can judge the second and third."

"Go and bring Si Jian."

The emperor turned his head and gave instructions to the eunuch beside him.

All the officials had already left the table. After hearing the emperor's words, they all looked at each other and looked at Si Jian's poem manuscript.

Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second. Usually, it will take a lot of controversy to take out the leader.

This time, it was so easy.

Are the poems written by that man named Si Jian really that good?

With surprise, pairs of eyes focused on Li Yi's poems. After reading one poem, they opened it to the next one, and then opened it again.

After reading the three songs, everyone shook their heads in amazement.

They tried to find some faults in it, but they had no idea. Changing any word would be a waste of the poem.

In a short period of time, he wrote not one, but three poems that are bound to be recited!

This Sijian is truly a genius!

The leader really does not need controversy.

"Shilang Sheng, what a great son-in-law you are! I never hear you mention it on weekdays. You really know how to hide it." Shangshu of the Ministry of Finance smiled at Sheng's father.

"It's just a trail, it's just a trail." Father Sheng grinned widely, with a "humble" look on his face.

I was so happy that I couldn't find the north.

Since they came back, the sarcasm has not stopped for a day. One is sarcastic about Yun'er, a fallen flower and a willow, and the man is useless, and the other is sarcastic about the swordsman, who is inhumane and has a broken body.

Father Sheng was so angry every day that he wanted to go out with the knife.

I felt so depressed.

Now, I can finally have some fun.

"The common people meet the Emperor."

After being carried to the emperor, Li Yi bowed his hands in salute.

"Shilang Sheng, can you still stand up on these legs?" The emperor looked at Father Sheng.

"Your Majesty, I asked Divine Doctor Xun to come into the house. He can still stand, but my son-in-law's injury is a bit more serious. I'm afraid it will take him a year and a half," Father Sheng replied.

"Replying books in the Hanlin Academy doesn't require too much activity. Since he really did what I said, I will personally give him suggestions three days later." The emperor turned to Li Yi and spoke slowly.

The Hanlin Academy is revising books? What are you talking about? Li Yi was secretly confused.

"Jian'er, why don't you thank me quickly?" Father Sheng reminded him when he saw him standing there stunned.

"Caomin... Caomin, can you give me some grace in exchange?"

As soon as Li Yi said this, everyone's eyes focused on him.

After writing a few poems, I realized that the sky was high and the sky was high. The emperor had given me such great grace, and he even bargained for it.

"emperor……"

When Father Sheng was about to accuse Li Yi, the emperor stopped him and looked at Li Yi with interest, "Tell me, what grace do you want?"

"The common people hope that the emperor will issue an imperial edict that no one in Jian'an City will be allowed to ridicule or insult my wife in the past."

"The other thing is, I hope the emperor can summon Wang, the wife of Prince Ankang, Li, daughter-in-law of Chu Suibo, the two daughters of General Zuowei, and the wife and sister of a doctor from the Ministry of Industry."

"Previously, in the examination room, these people surrounded my wife. They hated me as a man, but I couldn't protect her."

"My wife is very angry. She will be unable to sleep all night long."

"The common people are willing to give up all the rewards from this poetry meeting and ask the emperor to let them apologize to my wife." Li Yi choked with sobs.

Everyone thought that Li Yi would take the opportunity to speak loudly, but it was just such a trivial matter.

"Do you know what kind of reward I will give you this time?"

"Shilang Sheng, tell him that he knows." The emperor stared at Li Yi, and there was such an idiot.

Father Sheng's eyes were complicated. He couldn't help feeling that Li Yi valued Yun'er so much. However, he didn't have to go through the imperial examination and could directly enter the Imperial Academy. His bright future was right in front of him. He couldn't watch Li Yi throw away this rare opportunity.

Immediately, Sheng's father explained the importance to Li Yi.

After a brief silence, Li Yi handed over his hand and said, "The grassman thanks the Lord for his kindness, but the grassman is a man. Even if he can't stand up, he can't let the woman behind him be bullied."

"Have you thought about it?" The emperor raised his eyes, his eyes exuding majesty.

"Without my wife, I would have been nothing but withered bones." Li Yi chuckled, "Common people thank you for your grace."

Li Yi struggled to get off the ground, of course he was just pretending.

Before he fell, the emperor motioned with his eyes to the guards to hold him up.

"What I have said cannot be changed."

"Your Majesty..." Li Yi's voice was filled with urgency.

"If you can write a poem comparable to the three poems I wrote before in half a stick of incense, I can grant you additional blessings."

"But if you can't do it, I will remove you from the leadership."

"Retreat or advance?"

The emperor glanced at Li Yi and turned back to his seat.

The scene immediately began to talk in low voices. A quarter of an hour was already extremely difficult. This half-quarter of an hour...

"Jian'er, don't be ridiculous!" Father Sheng scolded.

Li Yi pursed his lips, with stubbornness in his eyes. He grabbed the arm of the chair. After struggling for a moment, he raised his eyes and said, "Please come up with a title for the poem, your Majesty."

After all, he was young and energetic, but he didn't know how to give up when things were good, and he insisted on challenging things that were completely impossible. The officials who looked at the excitement all shook their heads secretly.