After the rebirth, the empress took the tragic script of Meiqiang

Chapter 39 Difficulties

Ye Qinghuai was shocked. Hearing the meaning behind Lin Yuxiu's words, he actually meant to die with someone.

She subconsciously took a half step back, not wanting to bump into the bookshelf hanging on the edge of the corridor.

Ye Qinghuai reached out to help him, but was half a step too late.

Crash--

The books spread out on the bookshelf fell to the floor, and the shelf also fell to the ground.

Ye Qinghuai felt bad.

Sure enough, the door of the lecture hall was pushed open, and everyone in the room crowded at the door, looking at Ye Qinghuai and the books scattered on the floor.

Ye Qinghuai smiled awkwardly and said hello: "Hello, everyone."

After saying that, she bent down and held up the shelf.

"Who are you?!" someone asked sharply.

Ye Qinghuai raised his head and was about to argue when he saw Lin Yuxiu reaching out to stop the man and said: "He is a friend of the young master's family and one of his own."

Then, Lin Yuxiu also knelt down and helped Ye Qinghuai pick up the book.

Ye Qinghuai didn't expect that he would come to her rescue, so she gave him a friendly smile while she was cleaning up.

Lin Yuxiu just looked at her lightly and did not respond.

"It turns out that I am a friend of Shaodong's family, and I had a collision. I hope you can forgive me. I am Xiaguan Shengjie, a native of Qizhou. May I ask what I call this brother?" The attitude of the scholar who had previously questioned Ye Qinghuai immediately softened and he was fine with her.

A gift.

Ye Qinghuai put down the book in his hand, stood up and returned the greeting, saying: "Brother, you're welcome. I would like to congratulate Youwei. I'm from Jingzuo. Nice to meet you."

After the exchange of names, everyone was no longer hostile to Ye Qinghuai. A few people quickly restored the place where the books were hung to its original state and returned to the lecture hall to sit down.

"Brother He, is he also a candidate for this spring exam?" a young man asked.

"Yes." Ye Qinghuai kept in mind the settings Qin Baozhu arranged for himself and said, "It's a pity that I failed."

The young man smiled sheepishly and said, "We all failed."

After saying this, he looked at each other and smiled at the people around him.

Speaking of Chunwei, Guan Shengjie said angrily: "If you fail, you will fail. I am not as knowledgeable as others. I admit it. It's just that the banker won the first prize, which is really difficult to convince everyone."

"The banker's son?" Ye Qinghuai didn't react for a moment.

"The number one scholar this time is Zhuang Xiaojin. His grades in the liberal arts school have always been mediocre. His second uncle who was the minister of the Ministry of Punishment told him that he even got into Class A. He can be the number one scholar, so why can't I be the second?

"

"If he wants to be the number one scholar, Yu Xiu should be a bachelor of Taiqing Pavilion." Another young man with a literate Zou Zou said.

As soon as he said this, there were echoes all around.

It can be seen that these people unanimously recognized Lin Yuxiu's knowledge.

A guess suddenly flashed through Ye Qinghuai's mind, so she asked: "I heard that on the day the results were released, someone went to the Ministry of Civil Affairs to block the number one scholar and wanted to discuss his studies with him. Could it be you?"

Guan Shengjie gave a short laugh and said: "They didn't go, I went. I didn't see that kid, so I couldn't get out." After saying that, he glanced at Lin Yuxiu and said, "If Yuxiu hadn't called me to come back with him,

Send a letter to the imperial court and I will live at the door of the official department."

He was tall and tall, with a masculine face, a typical Qizhou man's appearance. His speech and conversation were as straightforward as his appearance, unlike ordinary literati.

After hearing what he said, Lin Yuxiu lowered his head and said, "It's all my fault. If it weren't for me, nothing would have happened to my senior fellow apprentices. I knew that the court was dark now, but I still urged them to jointly submit a letter to the Holy Father. It's me.

Harm them."

"What happened to your senior brothers?" Ye Qinghuai interrupted and asked.

Lin Yuxiu blamed himself deeply and couldn't bear to speak. Guan Shengjie answered for him: "He was arrested by the Ministry of Punishment and I don't know when he will be released."

"I heard that we are assisting in the investigation and solving the case. You shouldn't worry too much." Ye Qinghuai saw that he was uncomfortable and comforted him.

Lin Yuxiu put on a weak smile and said: "Assist in investigating and solving the case? Haha, the Ministry of Punishment also said the same thing when they detained Mr.

Uncle Hu once said that Lin Yuxiu was Wang Lisong's direct disciple, and the teacher he mentioned must be Wang Lisong.

When Wang Lisong was mentioned, everyone was silent for a moment. Guan Shengjie said to Lin Yuxiu: "You are the only disciple of Wang Jijiu now. You must not put yourself in danger again."

"Master once taught me that literature is used to govern and prosper a country, and martial arts is used to determine the world. But in today's court, literature cannot be written, and military skills cannot be used. Even if I try to survive in this world, all I have learned is of no use, and my life is useless.

How is it different from death? Instead of doing this, it is better to go to the imperial city to play drums and let them see that the literati in Dajing cannot be overtaken and killed. If God has mercy on you, Your Majesty will take the time to summon me and let me have the honor to go to the palace.

You're right, then your majesty should be able to make decisions for the world's officials." At the end of his words, his voice was already trembling.

Ye Qinghuai paused. She did not expect that what Lin Yuxiu said about "blood recommending Xuanyuan" actually meant this.

There is a large drum two people high outside the Chengtian Gate at the main entrance of the palace. When important events related to the country are played, civilians can also play the drum. Drummers have the opportunity to be summoned by the emperor and can express their feelings in person. However, if the drum played is untrue or irrelevant

In Guo Zuo, drummers will be sentenced to death for the crime of "looking down on the saints".

From the time it stood there, it could be said that this drum was just a decoration. Anyone who could announce important events to the emperor would not be an important official in the court. These people wanted to meet the emperor, so why did they need to play the drum?

But as long as there is this drum, the court will have a reputation for opening up the world.

Although it never gets hammered.

Lin Yuxiu risked his life and played drums in front of the palace, just for a chance to meet the emperor.

Because in his heart, he believed that the emperor could bring order to chaos and uphold justice for the world's officials.

But he didn't know that the emperor was sitting in front of him at this moment. It was not that the emperor couldn't hear his petitions, but that he was helpless after hearing them.

Ye Qinghuai had mixed feelings in her heart.

Guan Shengjie sighed and said: "I heard that the governor of Jingzhao submitted the letter signed by you to His Majesty. The Ministry of Punishment's arrest this time is probably the emperor's tacit approval. What's more, Yu Xiu, your name

But by signing that petition, the Ministry of Punishment is searching for you everywhere. I don’t recommend that you take risks by playing drums just to meet the Holy Spirit."

"If this is really the case, I can be regarded as asking for mercy and getting mercy, and I have no regrets." Although Lin Yuxiu said this, his voice was a little weak.

"What did the emperor acquiesce to? The emperor must not have known about it." Qin Baozhu's voice suddenly came from behind Ye Qinghuai.

Everyone turned around and saw her carrying a long tray. There were two steaming teapots and two stacks of teacups on the tray. Ye Qinghuai glanced at it and saw that there were about a dozen cups.

Qin Baozhu placed two teapots on the table, then placed the tea cups in front of everyone one by one and poured them hot tea.

When it was placed in front of Guan Shengjie, she suddenly took back the teacup in her hand and said angrily to him: "Change your words. Otherwise, there will be no tea to drink."

"Why are you changing your words..." Guan Shengjie was obviously a little afraid of Qin Baozhu, so he spoke softly. But he was not convinced in his heart, so he spoke stubbornly and pretended not to know.

"The emperor is only sixteen years old and has just taken office. Those veteran ministers below are all old foxes. Can the emperor fight against them? You have read so many sages' books and don't want to share the emperor's worries. Instead, you maliciously speculate on the emperor's intentions.

Mingzhe protects himself, have you read all your books into the dog's belly?"

Ye Qinghuai raised his head and looked at Qin Baozhu, as if he was meeting her for the first time.

Guan Shengjie was still unconvinced and said: "You are a girl, how can you come up with so much truth? Do you know what the situation is in the DPRK?"

"I am from a girl's family, but I also know the righteousness of the monarch and his ministers. Besides, Mr. Wang is a wine scholar from the literary school, and the young master's family is an official in the court. I have been with them for a long time. Do you know anything strange about the situation in the court?"

Qin Baozhu raised his chin slightly, shocking Guan Shengjie until he was speechless.

It was the scholar next to Guan Shengjie who spoke first: "It turns out it was the Young Master's family who said it. No wonder Miss Qin remembers it so clearly."

His tone was teasing, but not malicious.

"I don't think it's what the young master said." The young man who asked Ye Qinghuai if he was a candidate said at first, "What's an 'old fox' or a 'dog belly'? It doesn't sound like the young master's tone, but more like

The tone of offering wine."

After he finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter again, and the tense atmosphere was swept away.

Ye Qinghuai sat among them, her thoughts racing like thousands of horses. She had never thought that Qin Baozhu could say such words.

As an emperor, she felt so helpless and angry. No one knew about it, and she had nowhere to tell her. She was an emperor, but she was also alone. No one understood her, and no one tried to understand her.

But after hearing Qin Baozhu's words, Ye Qinghuai suddenly felt less lonely.

She is not fighting alone. Somewhere she doesn't know, there is another girl trying to defend her and excuse her in front of a group of men.

But she was thinking about how to kill her.

This made Ye Qinghuai feel ashamed and at a loss.

While she was thinking about it, Guan Shengjie finally gave in: "Miss Qin, I was wrong. I shouldn't have presumed the emperor. The emperor is the father of all people and the sage of the world. Is that okay?"

Qin Baozhu smiled, glanced sideways at him, and said, "That's pretty much it."

Then, he poured a cup of hot tea and placed it in front of him.

Guan Shengjie was obviously very thirsty. He drank it all in one gulp, put down the tea cup and changed the subject: "But..."

Qin Baozhu glanced at him fiercely.

He then changed the topic again and said, "I can't watch Yu Xiu take risks alone."

He gently patted Lin Yuxiu's thin shoulder and said seriously: "I'll go with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged scholar beside him said: "I'll go too."

"I am coming too!"

"Count me in."

…

Sounds came one after another.

Ye Qinghuai was shocked.

Lin Yuxiu was annoyed: "Why are you making such a fuss? I am a family member, so it doesn't matter even if I lose one life. How can you do this?"

"Loyalty and filial piety, loyalty first and then filial piety. If there is no country, what is your home? You are not very powerful, but if we all beat the drum together to petition, Your Majesty should be able to notice the fraud in Chunwei. Even if the powerful officials can cover up the sky with one hand, they cannot

Are you going to cover so many of us?" said an older man.

"Yes, even if, as Sister Qin said, Your Majesty was held hostage by traitors, and so many of us started making trouble, Your Majesty would have reason to hold those traitors to account and counterattack them, right?" said the young boy.

Guan Shengjie pondered: "If that's the case, there are still too few of us. When a dozen of us went to the official department, we didn't even see Zhuang Xiaojin's face, let alone this time we went to the palace gate."

"There are still many classmates in the liberal arts school. By the way, there are also those officials who were driven away from Shengjing by the Ministry of Punishment before!" someone echoed.

"There are three thousand students in the liberal arts school, and there are nearly ten thousand students taking exams this spring. With us beating the drum together, no matter how thick the palace wall is, the news will reach His Majesty's ears, right?"

"When Your Majesty knows the truth, he will definitely investigate the Ministry of Punishment thoroughly and reopen the Spring Palace!"

Everyone said something to each other, which made the crowd more and more angry.

Ye Qinghuai was shocked.

It turns out that this is how the Chengtianmen incident came about.

Ye Qinghuai looked at the students in front of him, and the light of hope was shining in each of their eyes.

However, in their previous life, just a few days later, they would become corpses with indistinguishable flesh and blood outside Chengtian Gate.

They risked their lives just to draw the emperor's attention to the fraud case.

But at that time, their only belief, their father-in-law, Ye Qinghuai, was sitting in the Wenxuan Palace, caressing the portrait of Lu Yanchen, wondering when he would return to Shengjing after Ding You.

Ye Qinghuai suddenly felt that his throat was a little blocked, his nose was sore, and his eyes were filled with mist.

She clenched her hands silently under the table.

(End of chapter)