Mr. Liu went and came back, and went straight to the cell door. Without saying a word, he ordered someone to open the cell.
"Is there any result?" Bai Song asked in a deep voice.
"Hmph!" Lu Yao snorted coldly, "We're just going to die, what's there to be afraid of?"
As he said that, one person walked in front.
When Miss Mingyue heard the word "death", her legs became weak and she lay on the ground unable to stand up.
Mr. Liu glanced at Lu Yao: "In the prison of the Ministry of Punishment, if you want to live, you will live, if you want to die, you will die. It is not your own decision. Go to death? It is not as easy as you think! You all leave.
Well, Lord Shangshu has said that you can let you go. Fortunately, the emperor is generous and gives you a chance to change your ways."
"What?" Lu Yao was shocked and screamed in disbelief.
Miss Mingyue cried with joy, knelt on the ground and worshiped the north: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for not killing me! Thank you, Your Majesty..."
Bai Song frowned: "May I ask, sir, who is the one who is begging for mercy on our behalf?"
"This is what I know. I am only responsible for releasing the person."
"This... this is unreasonable!" Lu Yao said anxiously, grabbing Mr. Liu's sleeve excitedly, and was immediately kicked to the ground by the jailer behind him.
Lu Yao fell to the ground, ignoring the pain in his leg, and asked in surprise: "Why is this? The emperor has such good intentions? Shouldn't the emperor be angry when my lyrics are praised among the people?"
"Boy, do you think too highly of yourself?"
Master Liu glanced at Lu Yao with disdain, "I haven't seen anyone talking about Mr. Lu's masterpiece today. If I hadn't been supervising this case, I still wouldn't know what Mr. Lu has done."
"Impossible?! No one in the public talks about it, how is this possible? Either you lied to me, or the imperial court interfered and blocked private information, leaving only the words of common people talking about the Mid-Autumn Lantern Festival!"
"Boy, don't be conceited about your talent. Compared with the real celebrities, your talents are nothing. After you were arrested, a wonderful and miraculous water-melody singer appeared at the Mid-Autumn Festival Lantern Festival.
There is only one water-melody song in the market now, but it is not your water-melody song."
"Hahaha... You can't fool me. I, Lu Yao, have been in the capital for many years. I know all the talented people in the capital. Even though there are a few who have some practical knowledge, they are far behind me, Lu Yao. There was no way anyone was better than me last night.
A water-melody singer! There will never be one!"
Seeing Lu Yao's firm and resolute look, even the jailer on the side found it funny and spat at Lu Yao without realizing it: "Bah! What is that?! Do you know that the talented man who saved your life is right in front of you?"
"What do you mean?" Lu Yao asked.
The jailer suddenly raised his hand to Bai Songyi: "Now all the talk is about Mr. Bai's water-melody songs! If it weren't for Mr. Bai's water-melody songs that stabilized people's hearts, you guys would have had no chance of survival!
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"A water-melody singer in the Bai Song Dynasty? Hahaha... fart! This person is a mediocre person who relies on cheating and cheating. He relies on his wealth. What else can he do? Can he write a water-melody singer? Hahaha..."
Bai Song was also confused. What did he mean by this? He had never written a water tune song before.
This time, Mr. Liu also laughed and said: "Hahaha... I'm afraid you are the only one in the capital who dares to despise Mr. Bai like this! With your talent compared to Mr. Bai, your appearance is like clouds and mud. In my opinion,
You, surnamed Lu, are not qualified to be compared with Mr. Bai. It is ridiculous to compete with the bright moon for the brightness of a firefly!"
Lu Yao didn't believe it, but the words and expressions of Mr. Liu and the jailer seemed to be true. Lu Yao struggled to get up and pointed at Bai Song: "Bai Song, what on earth did you write? Is it possible that you can really write water tune songs?"
head?"
The jailer threw a piece of paper over: "What is it written on? Read it yourself! I'm afraid you will be ashamed after reading it!"
Lu Yao took the paper and opened it to take a look.
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine..."
Soon, Lu Yao lost his voice, and his hand holding the paper was trembling.
Shui Diao Ge Tou has been around for thousands of years, and countless literati and poets have written lyrics for it. However, Su Shi's song ranks first. It has withstood the test of history and surpassed thousands of poets. It has been synonymous with Shui Diao Ge Tou from ancient times to the present.
When a little Lu Yao faced this first water melody singer in history, all he was left with was shame and shame.
"Impossible...impossible...this...this is absolutely impossible! How in the world...how can there be such lyrics in the world? This is not true! It is absolutely impossible that you, Bai Song, wrote this! I don't believe it!
I don’t believe it!”
Bai Song looked at the words in Lu Yao's hand and was extremely shocked, wondering how could this be possible?
How did this poem come out?
I only wrote it in the examination room, never read it in public, and wiped all my words clean afterwards. How could someone still know about it after being so careful?
"This...this is impossible!" Bai Song also said.
Mr. Liu looked at Bai Song's surprised eyes, as if he had expected it, and said with a smile: "Mr. Bai has a great talent for the world, which cannot be hidden! Now everyone knows that the lyrics were written while attending Yongxing Academy.
, during the test of the last question, for some unknown reason, Mr. Bai wrote it and then erased it, hiding the words.
But after that, someone made a rubbing of the mark left on the desk by the young master and made the poem public to the world. At last night's lantern festival performance, this poem alone shocked Chang'an and the whole city knew about it."
As he said this, Mr. Liu took out a piece of paper, on which was the pattern he had made with a charcoal pencil while handling the case the day before yesterday.
After seeing this piece of paper and relating to what Mr. Liu said, Bai Song suddenly realized.
That person must be Yu Qing, he can use a charcoal pen, and he also saw the drawing board he had left in the shop while handling the case.
All the clues were connected at this moment, restoring everything in Bai Song's mind.
"That nosy boy!" Bai Song cursed in his mind, thinking about what would happen next, feeling that it would definitely cause a lot of trouble.
When Bai Song was entangled, Lu Yao felt as if he had been struck by lightning and could not calm down for a long time.
"This is...this is what you did for the exam? This is what you did for the exam!"
Lu Yao's eyes widened and he couldn't believe it. This was a result that he could not accept no matter what.
This Bai Song should have been a mediocre person!
How could there be such a shocking work?!
This news was like an extremely absurd dream, and he would not believe anything he said.
"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible! I hope we can live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away... This is not written by a mediocre person like you. Why do you hide the lyrics? If you really have such talent, why don't you show it? You
What is it for?"
Faced with Lu Yao's doubts, Bai Song could explain one or two things.
But Bai Song knew that this poem had been made public and would face many, many doubts in the future.
He was unable to give an explanation that would satisfy the world, and he could no longer cover up the existence of Shui Tiao Ge Tou.
There will be more trouble in the future!
If you explain it in front of Lu Yao today, what kind of explanation will you give in the future?
Okay! Since it can’t be explained, let’s not explain it!
Bai Song glanced back at Lu Yao: "I wrote this poem! There is no doubt that Bai Song is the author of the poem! I raise a glass to the bright moon, do you dare to drink this glass of wine?"