Chapter 555 (1/2)



555 One person blocking the ministers (5)

He had never expected that the title given by Emperor Yuan jing would be a poem about loyalty to the monarch and patriotism.

Could, could it be … His Majesty was in cahoots with big brother? Otherwise, how could such a coincidence be explained?

Emperor Yuan jing looked expressionlessly at the spring hunt in the hall. Observation was a skill that an Emperor had mastered since he was a Prince.

Xu Huiyuan’s various expressions and eyes were all describing the panic and despair in his heart, causing him to be dumbfounded.

King Yu, who had also been a Prince, coughed and said in a low voice, “”Your Majesty …”

“King Yu!”

the time it takes for an incense stick to burn is limited, ” the assistant Minister of War interrupted. don’t disturb Xu Huiyuan’s poem-writing session. The court officials are waiting.

King Yu’s face darkened.

The ministers all had different expressions. Some were worried, some were happy, some were sneering, and some were watching coldly.

In the silence, Xu niannian said loudly, “”I don’t need the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. Your student thanks Your Majesty for showing mercy and giving me this opportunity. My big brother, Xu Qi ‘an, is the best poet in Dafeng, and he can compose poems with ease.

“I naturally can’t embarrass him.”

“Huh?”

Why was he suddenly so confident?

The officials, Prince Yu, and Emperor Yuan jing were all stunned.

Then, a voice with cadence sounded in the inner hall, ”

black clouds press down on the city, and the Golden scales of the armor light open to the sun.

This short sentence outlined a vivid siege map in the hearts of all living beings. The enemies were rolling over like dark clouds. On the city wall, the guards ‘armor shone with sunlight as they waited in formation.

Xu Xinian looked back, his eyes slowly swept over the Lords, and he recited, “”The horn sounds fill the autumn sky, and swallow’s fat congealed into the night Purple.”

All the nobles looked over in shock. This scholar had never been on the battlefield, so why did he describe the scene of the battlefield so well and so deeply rooted in their hearts?

“Half a roll of the red flag facing Yi River, the heavy frost drum sounds cold without a beat.”

what a good ‘the heavy frost drum doesn’t sound.’ It’s as if I’ve returned to the past, when I was wrapped in horse leather and guarding the border. Wei Haibo was intoxicated and praised loudly.

The rest of the nobles were also immersed in the charm of the poem.

The Civil official frowned and glanced at the vulgar martial artists unhappily. He hated them for suddenly interrupting him.

Minister sun glanced at the left censor of the Imperial court, Yuan Xiong, who looked at the Vice Minister of War, Qin Yuandao, with a blank expression. Qin Yuandao, on the other hand, looked at the chief of the Supreme Court with an ashen face.

The four of them exchanged glances in silence, and their hearts sank.

“This poem …. The official said in. deep voice. It was not bad, but what did it have to do with being loyal to the Emperor? What you wrote was only about the battlefield and horses, the Grand Huiyuan, but it couldn’t even fit the poem.

“What is it if not fraud?”

“It is!” Qin Yuandao said loudly.

Xu niannian turned a deaf ear and turned around, bowing his head to Emperor yuanjing. His voice became louder and louder, echoing throughout the hall.

“In return for the emperor’s wishes on the Golden platform, I shall die for you with the Jade Dragon.”

The Chief Justice’s breath stopped as he looked at Xu Xinian in a daze. He felt as if his face had been slapped hard by an invisible hand and a fire rushed up to his heart.

Minister sun and the others also looked ashen, and the veins on their foreheads were bulging.

To repay the emperor’s wishes on the Golden platform, to die for the Emperor with the Jade Dragon … Emperor Yuan jing reminisced leisurely and then revealed a smile. He was very pleased.

“Good poem, good poem. As expected of Huiyuan, as expected of the genius who wrote ‘a difficult journey’. ”

From her tone and expression, anyone could tell that Her Majesty was in a good mood.