Xue was stunned for a moment, as if she had guessed something, and immediately said:

"I thought of Zhang Pingzi's life, full of ambition and conscientiousness, but he was born at the wrong time, Emperor An and Emperor Shun were mediocre, which caused him to be depressed and depressed, and I deeply felt sorry for him."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall didn't seem to buy Xue's tent, their expressions still did not ease, the atmosphere in the hall seemed to have dropped to the bottom, Xue shook his head, thought for a while, brushed his sleeves and got up, walked under the hall without hurry, stood still, looked around the entire Xuanji Hall and said:

"I believe that the monarch and the ministers should be in the same boat, the monarch should accept the advice of loyalty, and the courtiers should speak out and advise, so that the country can be governed well." Xue walked forward slowly, her eyes swept over the people sitting below, "Most of you here are meeting me for the second time, and the first time you are talking, I just want to know you better, and I hope you can understand me." “

Xue said what was in her heart, she felt that maybe it was because the poem recited by Wang Su just now mentioned the faint monarch in history, and she happened to think about other things and showed sadness on her face, which made everyone look solemn.

Xue had heard that some of the previous monarchs, if any courtiers dared to mention the faint monarch in history in front of them, no matter what the purpose, the monarch would not end well for his own face.

However, Xue didn't mind being said that, and she didn't think that Wang Su was insinuating sarcastic about herself, and at the same time, she didn't think that she could gain much respect by putting on an emperor's stand in front of these future courtiers, and everyone would work together in the future, she still hoped that the atmosphere would be more relaxed.

Perhaps it was only because it was the first time such a conversation, and because this banquet was still part of the court and related to the list of new officials this time, that the atmosphere of the banquet became so awkward, Xue turned a corner, walked back, and continued:

"Everyone here is likely to become the future humerus minister of Dayu, although tonight's banquet is also part of the court, but this poem is just a whim of mine, you are free to play, if you have nothing to say, it will be regarded as an ordinary gathering of monarchs and ministers, for the evaluation of your talents, you have Master Pei, Lord Xun, and Lord Zuo decide."

Xue said as she looked at the expressions of the students, and saw that everyone's expressions were somewhat relaxed, and Xue also felt a little relieved.

Although Xue didn't plan to put on the emperor's shelf, she also understood that if there was no politeness between the monarch and the minister, she would be difficult to stand up for the reason, and she had lowered her posture when she walked to the hall to talk to everyone, and she didn't want to say anything low, which was enough to ease the atmosphere in the hall.

When Xue returned to her position in the hall, she stood still again, faced everyone, and said:

"If you have Zhang Pingzi's talent, you can rest assured, although I am not as talented as Emperor Wu, and even less knowledgeable than some of the people here, although I have been in the market for seven years, I have always been in the hands of the book, and I am in the company of scholars, so I will not be as illiterate as Emperor An and Emperor Shun." The words of the snow carry the majesty of a king.

Xue squinted and glanced at Wang Su in the distance, only to see him standing proudly, without taboo Xue's gaze, his expression was neither humble nor arrogant.

Xue turned her head and walked towards the hall, the corners of her mouth raised a slight arc, she couldn't help but feel that Wang Su was not a little bold, he should know this kind of taboo of monarchs and ministers, and dare to say such speculative words, if you don't have a plan, or you don't understand the way of officialdom, sooner or later you will have to fall behind.

Back in the hall, Xue and Sima Cheng looked at each other, although it was only for a brief moment, the two quickly exchanged glances, and there were no words between them, as if nothing had happened.

Xue lifted the hem of her clothes and sat down, just now she and Sima Cheng met their eyes, although Sima Cheng didn't say anything, and there was no expression, but Xue knew that Sima Cheng had no expression, at least it showed that there was nothing wrong with her actions just now, and it also meant that Sima Cheng did not oppose her move, and her worried heart also calmed down.

"Your Majesty......"

At this time, a voice with a special accent sounded in the main hall.

Everyone looked in the direction of this voice, and their eyes fell on the burly and tall figure, only to see that the man raised his hands above his head, and the posture of the arched hands was also different from ordinary people, and the sound of chuckling came from the hall.

The only person who is so special is Jin Yuze.

Snow didn't care, she said in a gentle voice with a loving smile and kind eyes:

"Jin Yuze, you say."

Xue called out his name accurately, only to see Jin Yuze shaken all over, slowly put down his hand, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, as if he was a little shy, and stopped talking.

Snow waited patiently, and for those who chuckled, Snow mercilessly cast a sword-like gaze at them, causing the hall to gradually fall silent.

"I ...... I also know a poem...... It's called "Tanka Xing". “

"Short Song Xing" is the work of Cao Zijian, Cao Zihuan's father, politician and writer Cao Mengde, Xue still thinks it is strange, why is such a famous poem not mentioned until now, is it that everyone thinks that this poem is too commonplace, so disdainful?

"It's as clear as the moon, when can it be done? Worries come from it, and they cannot be cut off. Jin Yuze recited as he had done with the previous students.

Xue had to admit that Jin Yuze's unique accent coupled with his somewhat deliberate tone, which was originally a poem with sincere emotions, worrying about the world, and longing for talents, was actually read by him with a hint of joy and loveliness.

Xue's face was expressionless, but he was already smiling in his heart, most of the people in the hall were tolerant of Jin Yuze, and they were quite personable, and their expressions were as usual, and the students who had just been warned by Xue Fuyan did not dare to act rashly, and everyone quietly waited for Jin Yuze's next words.

But after that, Jin Yuze didn't speak for a long time, and Xue saw him bowing slightly, drooping his head, looking dejected.

Maybe it's some difficulty, and standing there will only be more and more frustration, Xue thought, and said in a guided manner:

"This is a good poem, Jin Yuze, do you know what this poem means?"

Jin Yuze raised his head suddenly, and after Xue's mention, he seemed to think of something, and immediately replied:

"It means that the poet is asking himself, when can he pluck the moon hanging in the sky, because he knows that the moon cannot be plucked, so he is very sad in his heart, and this sad mood cannot be stopped."

"That's right, but this is only the surface meaning, if you understand the background of this poem and the situation of the poet at that time, you will find that in fact, this month is a metaphor, do you know?" Xue smiled and continued to ask.

"I know!" Jin Yuze nodded excitedly, "At that time...... The poet is the leader of the world, and he seems to be sad because he can't get the moon, but in fact, he treats useful people as the moon, and worries because he wants to win people, just like ...... His Majesty is ...... now."

Jin Yuze's voice became smaller and smaller, but it still clearly entered Xue De's ears, and Xue couldn't help but light up, was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly laughed out loud.

"Hahaha!" Xue clapped her hands happily, because of Jin Yuze's words, Xue felt that the depression of tonight and the night had dissipated in an instant, and she was hearty.

Xue smiled with tears shining in the corners of her eyes, she nodded with satisfaction, at first, she didn't recite this poem herself because she was worried about whether the purpose was too exposed, so she took so much effort tonight to convey this meaning, and at this moment Jin Yuze broke everything in one sentence, even Jin Yuze understood, presumably everyone present should understand.

Whether they accept the favor of the snow or not, the meaning has been reached face to face.

Most of the people in the hall guessed the reason for Xue's laughter, but only Jin Yuze was at a loss, thinking that he had done something wrong, and he looked helpless, and threw a look of help at Fan Zheng, Fan Zheng waved his hand, signaling that he was at ease.

Xue finally stopped laughing, and when she saw Jin Yuze's nervous look, she hurriedly said to him:

"Jin Yuze, I think you said it too well, I'm happy."

If it weren't for the fact that there were so many people in the hall and his identity, Xue Zhen wanted to go over and give him a big hug.

Jin Yuze was stunned for a moment, and Fan Zheng next to him made a lip gesture at him, signaling him to hurry up and thank him. Jin Yuze reacted and arched his hands again, his hands were still above his head, and Xue couldn't help laughing again, shouting:

"Well done, well done!"

Jin Yuze was suddenly praised like this, and scratched his head embarrassedly.