Yu Ji also knew that he was not worthy of his current status, but he prepared a countermeasure.
Amid the questioning, Yu Ji explained: "Everyone, the person who came to be the judge today was supposed to be Mr. Yu and Yu Shinan, but Mr. Yu has been feeling unwell recently and cannot go out, so he has been replaced by my grandson. Please forgive me.
"
There was another sudden look below.
Now everyone can accept that he is Yu Shinan's judge.
With Mr. Yu's current status, he can certainly keep pace with his current thinking.
If Mr. Yu is unwell, there is nothing wrong with having his grandson Yu Ji take his place.
After all, Yu Ji has already proven his ability. Whether he can be a judge depends on his future performance.
"Mr. Yu is ill? Why didn't the palace receive any news?" The Queen was a little confused.
Even if a highly respected minister like Mr. Yu retires and returns home, he must report any physical discomfort to the palace.
This represents the emperor's concern for his veterans.
Faced with such doubts, Li Xiangnan pretended not to hear. There were some things she knew, but she couldn't say.
The first contestant took the stage.
It was a young man in his early twenties, holding a fan, standing in front of the stage, and without saying a word, he began to chant: "The rain is falling, the flowers are flying, the water shadows are low and the willows are drooping, the rapids are three thousand miles away, looking back one cycle."
Then……
Then the young man stood on the stage, waiting for comments from several great scholars.
silence.
The scene fell into silence.
The young man was a little proud, feeling that his poems had shocked everyone present, and no one could speak at all.
The old man named Qin Xu sighed and waved his hand: "The next one."
"Next?"
The young man was confused, what was he thinking?
Why is it the next one without even a single comment?
"Sir, I don't know what the students did..."
"I don't even know who you are. When you come to heaven, you should announce your family name first. This is the rule. Go on down."
The poetry conference has begun.
Everything that happens here is new.
The participating writers have never experienced being watched by thousands of people.
Some originally good poems will appear out of place in such an environment.
And some poems that were not very good at first became more interesting after changing the environment.
It ended because a poetry conference made everyone see how different the world is.
Sometimes I will be moved, sometimes I will laugh, sometimes I will be angry, and finally some poems will cause quarrels among the judges.
This kind of scene is unprecedented, and sometimes it makes the woman in another small building giggle.
"Don't tell me, this kind of conference is interesting. I haven't encountered anything so interesting in a long time."
Princess Danyang watched for less than half an hour, laughing so hard that her stomach hurt.
Sometimes it’s because of a particularly bad poem, and sometimes it’s because I see the judges arguing so hard that I blush.
How can those literati show such ugly behavior on ordinary days?
It's really a wonder.
"Your Highness, why do you think Bai Song went to so much trouble? Just to sell his house? Isn't it a bit of a fuss?"
Princess Danyang touched the cement wall, suppressed her smile, and said thoughtfully: "Now the whole of Chang'an is discussing this matter, do you think this will affect the evidence we collected?"
"How?" Hou Junji didn't know much.
"Before, those pieces of evidence would stir up a stir among the people, but now, when those pieces of evidence are released, there may be only a small splash left."
"What the princess means is that this Bai Song is trying to kill two birds with one stone, and he is running to protect himself? Could it be that he already knows our plan?"
"Don't underestimate this kid. Behind him is Brother Emperor. Even if he is a fool and doesn't know anything, Brother Emperor will know it."
"In this case, should we act earlier? I heard that there will be several more rounds of such conferences. In the future, there will be more and more public opinion, so the evidence we collected will soon be in vain."
Princess Danyang frowned: "It's in vain...maybe it really is in vain. This matter is mainly due to the indecision of this palace. It has been delayed for too long, and the evidence has basically lost its meaning."
"There is still one month left for the imperial examination. Are we going to watch Bai Song come to the East Palace?"
Princess Danyang smiled: "Come as soon as Bai Song comes. I want to see what he can do! Isn't this poetry conference very lively? I will let him continue to be lively, and he will be there when the time comes.
When there is no way to end it.”
Hou Junji said nothing more and pretended not to understand.
He knew the character of this princess. People who knew nothing were useless, and people who figured out her thoughts were threats. Standing in the middle and holding the scale was the attitude he should have.
…
Bai Song originally wanted to spend time with Xiang'er at home, but suddenly an imperial edict came halfway, asking Bai Song to go to the palace to meet the emperor.
This news made Bai Song feel a little sudden, but the person who delivered the order did not wait for him and hurriedly followed him to the palace.
I met Li Shimin in the Imperial Garden.
Now Bai Song has no hostility towards Li Shimin and respectfully stepped forward to salute: "Bai Song pays homage to the emperor."
Li Shimin was playing with the birds under the pavilion, pointed to the stone bench not far away, and asked him to sit down and talk.
Bai Song stepped forward and took a seat, feeling a little scared.
"Don't be so formal. I'm not here to cause trouble for you today."
"Your Majesty, if you have anything to do, just ask."
"How is the construction of the palace going?"
"all the best."
"I asked you to build the palace yourself. Do you have any complaints?"
"How dare you? This is the emperor's holy grace."
Li Shimin looked back at Bai Song and smiled: "You've behaved yourself a lot. By the way, how did your poetry conference go? How's it going today?"
"This... the common people didn't look at it."
"Why don't you go see what you made?"
"I can't get on the stage, so I won't watch it."
"I called you here today because I have something to discuss with you."
"Discuss..." Li Shimin's choice of words made Bai Song feel a little tricky.
"What do you think about the Japanese people's request for trade?"
