If Concubine Gu hadn't gone too far in bullying, she wouldn't have wanted to do this. When Concubine Gu made things difficult for her, she actually wanted to use the trick of painting flowers to attract butterflies among the four great talents, so that she could deal with it without force.
"Everyone, get up." The Chinese Valentine's Day banquet is meant to be a lively event, and it is impossible for the emperor to punish anyone just because of a dispute between the two parties.
But the season was wrong, the time was wrong, and I was in a hurry and was not prepared at all. In desperation, she had no choice but to use this trick to expose Concubine Gu's mask.
Gu Qiancheng never admitted that these poems were written by him from beginning to end...
"Your Majesty, an adult just said that each of these poems is amazing. It is the limit to be able to write one such poem in a lifetime. How proud are people who can write such amazing poems? How can they ghostwrite for others? ?”
Sigh... Some people sighed, and at this time, no one could care about Gu Qiancheng.
There was a little cousin in her family who was a good reader. He once told her a scene in which the protagonist used 300 Tang poems to slap the faces of celebrities of the day. The process was extremely refreshing.
"The Imperial Garden and Lingzhen Pavilion are sealed, and no one is allowed to enter or exit." The emperor's face changed drastically, and he stood up suddenly. Regardless of his physical discomfort, he hurriedly led people towards Lingzhen Pavilion.
"Your Majesty, Madam Feng is right. People who can write such poems must have extraordinary talent and knowledge. How could they give in to the smell of copper? It is really an insult to gentlemen."
She doesn't have the ability to be a winner in life, but she can still slap Gu Guifei in the face using the same method.
Lingzhen Pavilion was flooded, and the spiritual bird died...
This year's Chinese Valentine's Day banquet may be full of blood.
However, Qin Jiyan and Qin Yunchu's grandchildren did not step forward, but stayed to take charge of the overall situation. Although the queen and the concubines in the harem were worried, no one dared to move.
The emperor looked angry and amused, and said coldly: "Gu Qiancheng, this matter started because of you. If you can't prove your innocence today, I will punish you for deceiving the emperor."
"My daughter obeys the decree!" She chose to slap Concubine Gu in the face with a poem, and she had already thought of a way to deal with it...
"So, it really was you who wrote it? Didn't you find someone to write it for you?" The emperor asked again, making it clear that he wanted to get to the bottom of it, unlike before, where he planned to expose it lightly.
If she were a prisoner today, what she has to do now is not to defend herself, but to turn the so-called irrefutable evidence into a pile of waste paper...
"Literati have been aloof and arrogant since ancient times, and I don't think Miss Gu can find so many people to write for her."
No one believes that there is no problem here, but I don’t know who will be unlucky.
Everyone stood up and returned to their seats without daring to make any more noise...
The emperor was afraid that the two fairy birds would fly away, so he ordered a Lingzhen Pavilion to be built to raise the spirit birds...
The writing flashed past, and no matter what method the emperor used, the writing on the jade slip no longer appeared.
However, the flying bird did not leave. These two birds were all white, even their claws were jade-colored. They exuded a noble and extraordinary aura, and no one except the emperor could approach them.
"Report... Your Majesty, Lingzhen Pavilion is in trouble. Two spiritual birds, dead, dead, dead..." The little eunuch stumbled in and knelt in the center of the hall with a thud, interrupting Gu Qiancheng's words.
One year later, two snow-white birds flew into the palace with a jade slip in their hands and landed on the emperor's shoulders. The two flying birds seemed to be spiritual. They spit the jade slip into the emperor's hand and hovered above the emperor's head, refusing to leave for a long time...
Gu Qiancheng was planning to take advantage of everyone's distraction and return to his position obediently. After all, being in the limelight at this time was not a good thing, but...
At this time, no one dared to rush forward, for fear of angering the emperor and being implicated...
Anyway, it doesn't matter whether these people believe it or not. She doesn't want to be known as a talented woman. As long as these people can't find evidence and can't refute, she will win.
In court, many prisoners who knew they were guilty were allowed to escape justice because of the lawyers' clever defense and lack of evidence.
Bang... The cup in the old emperor's hand shattered, and the expressions of all the ministers changed drastically. A flash of fear flashed in their eyes, and all their blood faded. They looked up at the emperor...
As the protagonist of the incident, Gu Qiancheng remained motionless from beginning to end, like an outsider.
"Your Majesty, Miss Gu is right. If my wife can write such poems, she will never use other people's names. Any one of these poems will be remembered forever." Mrs. Feng originally had scruples, worried that this was really Someone was ghostwriting. After hearing Gu Qiancheng's words, the last worry in her heart disappeared and she stood up to speak for Gu Qiancheng.
The emperor obviously favored Concubine Gu and wanted to embarrass Gu Qiancheng. If she kept quiet, the girl might suffer a big loss.
Concubine Gu was afraid that the world would be in chaos, but she refused to let Gu Qiancheng go...
When Mrs. Feng came out to take the lead, officials from the Feng family camp began to speak in twos and threes.
"Returning to the emperor, these poems have been leaked for the first time. Is there anyone who can find out that one of these poems has appeared before? I am willing to die."
The emperor was overjoyed and thought that this bird was not a mortal thing, but must have been a guide given to him by an immortal.
These two spiritual birds have a transcendent status in the palace. There are as many as a hundred servants taking care of them, more noble than the princes and grandsons. Now that these birds are dead, how can the emperor not be shocked? How could everyone present not be shocked
"If you are not a ghostwriter, how do you explain the existence of these poems?"
The jade slip spitted out by the flying bird was simple, white and smooth, and the material could not be seen. As soon as the jade slip was in the emperor's hand, four words flashed on it: "Penglai Fairy Island"
"Father..." King Rong, King Zhou and King Zhao stood up quickly. The three of them exchanged glances without leaving any trace, and hurriedly chased after them. The fifth prince hesitated for a moment, but also followed immediately.
You know, this spiritual bird is no ordinary...
The emperor shouted, and the noisy hall immediately fell silent. Everyone reacted and quickly knelt down to apologize.
Fortunately, she couldn't recite three hundred poems, but she could still recite dozens of poems from scratch...
At this time, no one paid attention to Gu Qiancheng anymore. Compared with such a trivial matter as Gu Qiancheng, the life and death of the spirit bird was more important.
"Every poem and word has a different style. It was not created by one person at all?"
"What did you say? How could the spiritual bird die?"
At this time, it was true that the public was right and the mother-in-law was right. The hall was divided into two groups, and each of them started to quarrel. The quarrel made the emperor's head hurt: "Shut up!"
It's a pity that Gu Qiancheng has never seen women in the market. This kind of battle can't scare her. Gu Qiancheng's tone didn't even change, and there was even a slight smile on his face.
Gu Qiancheng stood up and opened her mouth to speak, but God didn't give her a chance to express herself. As soon as Gu Qiancheng said a word, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the imperial garden: "It's not good, it's not good, it's gone, my spirit is gone." Zhenge is in trouble."