"Old Han, how do you start talking about this? The city gate is out of water, isn't it a little wrong for you to find trouble with the pond fish? Lin Feng asked pretending to be puzzled.

The sentence "Old Han" vented Han Xizai's anger a lot, he put down his hand with some loss, and sighed for a long time: "Alas, my old Han was originally more sad than dead, thinking about the rest of his life, but you kid is here, as soon as you are instigated, I think I can give full play to my residual heat and make a fuss again, who knows that there is such a thing in Ludao." Do you really not know what the Emperor of Lu Dao is asking about that matter? ”

"I really don't know. I was just preparing for tomorrow's debate match with His Majesty and a few princes, and the emperor took out a piece of paper out of nowhere, his face changed, and suddenly he passed you into the palace. Lin Feng insisted not to say it, he knew that he couldn't say it to the outside world in the name of his dream to lead to the dialogue between Han Xizai and Li Gu, and he believed that Li Jingsui and they wouldn't say it, so let it become an unsolved case completely.

Lin Feng couldn't help but smile when he saw that Han Xizai was still looking depressed, and comforted him: "Old Han, what are you afraid of?" Let me tell you, after you left, Your Majesty tore up that piece of paper, and it seems that you will not pursue this matter anymore, so you can rest assured. ”

"Really? I've been in the clouds, and only Li Gu and I know about it, and I have never mentioned it to anyone, and I believe that Li Gu will not be boring enough to denounce me. It's weird. Han Xizai was still depressed.

Lin Feng's heart softened, he already blamed himself for this matter, so he patted Han Xizai's shoulder and said, "Old Han, don't be disappointed, tomorrow will officially start the Debate Tournament of the Three Sparse Powers of the Country, you have to cheer up." I'm optimistic about you! Well, how about I write you a poem to comfort and comfort your wounded heart? ”

"Less." Han Xizai was angry and slapped Lin Feng hard: "You kid still owed me a song when he was promoted last time." No, I'm so hurt today, you'll have to write me two. ”

"No! You really think I'm a poet who writes a chapter. You are also a literati, so you should naturally know the Tao, writing and composing poems all need a state of mind, and you need to feel something, and I don't have the feeling of 'talent like a spring' at this moment. Lin Feng frowned, this kind of poetry must be tightened from the beginning, otherwise, he will become a professional word thief, and sooner or later he will force people to "Lin Lang's talent"!

"Let's do one song first, and we'll talk about the rest." Han Xizai no longer dwelled on the number, and forced Lin Feng to enter the house to write poems.

Lin Feng pulled the girl who had been smiling and watching the play next to him since he entered the courtyard, and when he walked into the house, the bright candlelight had already been lit by the diligent girl.

Lin Feng thought for a moment, looked up at the sky where the moon had not yet risen, and wrote:

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky. I don't know the heavenly palace, what year is it tonight? I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dance to figure out the shadow, how it seems to be in the world!

Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

It is Su Shi's eternal masterpiece "Water Tune Song Head", which can be regarded as fitting Han Xizai's previous life and state of mind.

Han Xizai buried his head in a low groan twice, a trace of sadness flashed in the corner of his eyes, and said slowly: "Those who know me, Lin Feng also!" This poem can't help but remind me of the sadness, anger and loneliness that I felt in my heart after the end of the drink, which was a disappointment that went deep into the bone marrow! Fortunately, now, I finally see a glimmer of light, thank you, Lin Feng! After Han Xizai finished speaking, he bowed deeply.

"Don't dare, Lord Han. Please believe that the turning point is at this time, and you and I will work together to give some hope to the sky above our heads and the land under our feet! Lin Feng also couldn't stand Han Xizai's meaning, and tried his best to persuade him.

"......" Han Xizai was dazzled in the corners of his eyes, patted Lin Feng on the shoulder hard, opened his mouth for a long time, and didn't say a word.

"Okay, Lao Han, you have been waiting with me for most of the day, your concubines should be in a hurry, go back quickly, it is a sin to let the beauty wait for a long time." Besides, maybe Your Majesty's decree will soon arrive. Lin Feng was joking, trying to get Han Xizai out of his grief.

"Okay, Han said goodbye!" Han Xizai turned his head and left, and began to chant slowly and in a low voice: "There should be no hatred, what is the long thing to ......" When he walked to the courtyard gate, he just chanted: "This matter is difficult to complete", and the voice has become sonorous and powerful.

At that time, the palace gate of Jinling City was opened, and a group of eunuchs who announced the decree poured out, and then they blew up the nest, and the carriages and horses began to spread the holy decrees to all parts of Jinling City, stirring up the early summer night that was slowly becoming hot even more unpeaceful. Scenes of tragicomedy began to be staged all over Jinling City:

A little eunuch who had been in the palace for the shortest time was unlucky and was assigned to find Liao Jusu. He stumbled through the night, and it took him nearly an hour to find a simple house far from the bank of the Qinhuai River, where a Confucian scholar in his thirties smelled the sound of horses' hooves outside the house, and unhurriedly opened the broken wood door, which was better than nothing.

The little eunuch was really angry, and when he saw this person's poor and sour appearance, he knew that he had run away in vain today, so he had to ask hatefully: "Are you Liao Jusu, the school secretary?" ”

"In the next exactly. I don't know what my father-in-law has to do? The scholar's face was like a heavy jujube, and under the dim lantern reflection of the neighbor's house, it was like a dark well water, and his demeanor was neither arrogant nor humble, so that the little eunuch's tone couldn't help but calm down a little: "There is a holy decree, please accept the holy decree." ”

Like a thunderstorm on the ground, Liao Jusu's face immediately changed and he quickly knelt on the ground.

The holy decree is actually a very simple sentence: "Liao Jusu, the school secretary, will enter the palace tomorrow to discuss the country. "Time is too short, and there are many ministers to be notified, so this decree is naturally very concise.

However, for all the courtiers who witnessed the reform of the Southern Tang Dynasty, this too simple decree was the least simple because of its significance, and since then it has become the most precious treasure of ministers like Liao Jusu, and many of these decrees have become heirlooms for these families that night.

After the little eunuch finished announcing the decree, he immediately fled and left, because he saw that Liao Jusu had gone crazy. That Liao Jusu knelt on the ground, and kept looking up to the sky and shouting: "Thank you Lord Longen, the sky has eyes, long live the Tang Dynasty" and other slogans, and the hoarse shouts accompanied the footsteps of the little eunuch to flee in the night sky far, far away.

If the Holy Decree is a surprise drama for Liao Jusu, Song Qiqiu's house is a bit like a thriller!

Song Qiqiu quietly accepted the decree and thanked the eunuch for the decree. As soon as the eunuch left the courtyard, Wei Cen, Li Zhenggu, Cha Wenhui and several other people had already turned out of the house, all with doubts and horrors on their faces. Several of them mentioned the informant newspaper one after another, Lin Feng entered the palace again, and as soon as they gathered in the Song Mansion, the eunuch came to announce the decree.

"It is reported that today Lin Feng entered the palace again, and actually stayed for a whole day, only to know that there are several people in the palace, His Majesty, King Qi, King Chu, King Yan, and King Zheng. But the man insisted on refusing to say a word more, saying that there was a strict order in the saint, and those who dared to divulge a word would be punished by the nine clans. Now that the decree has been issued, it seems that His Majesty is really going to change! The speaker was none other than Wei Cen, his tone flustered, and his hands were shaking.

"Your Majesty has always agreed with us on matters big and small, but now, we are all excluded from such a big matter, how is this good?" Cha Wenhui's face became more and more pale, and his hand couldn't help clenching his fists. People who rely on sycophants to serve others in a higher position are naturally most afraid that they are not even qualified to serve.

Li Zhenggu didn't speak, just shook his head listlessly.

"Don't you listen to me, isn't it nothing to kill that Lin Feng earlier?" Cha Wenhui gritted his teeth fiercely and said.

"Song Gong, you have something to say." Wei Cen couldn't help urging.

Song Qiqiu's eyes flipped, he glared at Wei Cen fiercely, and said calmly: "What are you panicking, don't forget, you are all important ministers of the imperial court, and you must have the bearing and cultivation of an important minister." Remember, as long as the Holy One approves of us, everything will be fine. From tomorrow, we must look for the things approved by the emperor. Go back, all of you, for fear that the decree is also waiting at home. ”

A few people scattered like cats burning their butts, and those backs felt a little miserable when they left, completely lacking the spirit of scolding Fang Xuan on weekdays.

Looking at the hasty backs of these people, Song Qiqiu's brows also furrowed.

In this room, Lin Feng hastily ate some food, and was just about to fall asleep, when he heard a gentle knock on the door outside the courtyard, accompanied by a crisp and coquettish voice: "Lin Yilang is at home, right?" Concubine Xiao Fei'er asked to see. ”