Gu Yihan and Concubine Qiao were a little surprised.
Has Yong Yehou observed the entire audience carefully?
Gu Yihan immediately looked to the left and ahead.
Sure enough, there was a man who happened to turn around and look at Concubine Qiao.
Gu Yihan frowned, his eyes silently expressing anger.
Ye Siming also stared at that person.
He slapped his sword on the table.
The young man's eyes were cold, with a cold sense of scrutiny and insight.
When the man saw this, he was trembling with fear.
He just saw a beautiful woman and couldn't help but want to take another look at her.
Why do I feel so cold on the back of my neck?
Gu Nuoer clapped her little hands, her eyes moist and bright.
"Daddy is great, brother Siming is so awesome!"
Gu Yihan was very satisfied with Ye Siming's performance.
He can observe all the surroundings around him in such detail.
Then when it comes to protecting your daughter, you will definitely do an even better job!
"Come, Marquis Yong Ye, let me have a drink with you, replacing wine with tea."
Gu Yihan raised the tea cup.
Ye Siming looked at him: "Your Majesty, there is one more thing that you may not be too happy to know."
Gu Yihan raised his eyebrows and put down his tea cup: "Oh? I've always been certain, so tell me."
Ye Siming looked at the stage that had been built.
The two talented men were having a heated debate for some unknown reason.
The people around me listened attentively, but some of them also had a look of solemnity and fear on their faces.
Ye Siming's voice was a little cold: "The scholar on the left is complaining about Prince Guang."
"What?" Gu Yi was furious and looked suddenly.
Gu Nuoer blinked her eyes and listened attentively for a while.
It turned out that the two people on the stage were arguing about the recent punishment of King Guang and his dethronement by the emperor.
The scholar on the left said: "Prince Guang is the late emperor's son after all. The emperor should at least keep his title out of consideration for brotherhood. Even if his salary is deducted, it is better than simply demoting him to a commoner!"
The scholar on the right holds an objection.
He raised his hands to the sky in dissatisfaction: "You and I were born and grew up in Daqi, and we can live to this day not only because of the upbringing of our parents, but also because of the emperor's grace!
The emperor's decision naturally has the emperor's intention. It is ridiculous for you to rehabilitate a prince who has been stripped of his title in such a public place!
Today, everyone is here to discuss poetry and literary talent. This is not a place for you to express your opinions. Please step down, brother, and I will invite another talented person to challenge you."
Unexpectedly, the scholar on the left immediately became dissatisfied: "What you said is unfair. We have all read the books of sages and sages, and we all have lofty ambitions to obtain fame and serve the imperial court!
Could it be that the emperor’s actions are inappropriate and no one is allowed to speak out? The imperial court is the imperial court of the world, let alone the emperor’s official residence!”
What he said became more and more arrogant.
Everyone was in an uproar.
Gu Yihan frowned deeply and his eyes were full of frost: "It's unreasonable. This person dares to criticize my will in public."
Gu Nuoer blinked her watery eyes and said softly: "If it's not that he is not afraid of death, then there is another reason. I'm afraid he came here under the instructions of someone."
Ye Siming looked around.
"He said this in the chess hall, and he can leave after the poetry meeting is over. By the time the news reaches His Majesty's ears, I'm afraid he has already escaped from the capital. There must be someone nearby to help him, maybe in the chess hall.
Sit inside."
Gu Nuoer clapped her hands: "Are they the three people sitting in the corner?"
The little guy just took a look around.
Everyone liked the pastries at Four Seasons Candy Shop and almost all of them finished them.
Only that table was not moved at all, and the tea was not drunk at all.
It seems like he doesn't care about this.
I didn’t come here to have a good poetry session at all.