"I have heard for a long time that the empress is very knowledgeable, but I don't know what is written in this poem?" Shan Lan's eyes were quick, and she immediately stepped forward to pick up the piece of paper filled with Vietnamese characters, and said: "The ink is still fresh, it should be The Empress wrote it last night, right?"
There were too many things found in the search, and it was impossible for the emperor to see through them immediately, so Shan Lan first picked out what she thought was the most powerful evidence and presented it to the emperor.
"Your Majesty, this servant thinks that there must be something strange about this poem, perhaps related to Concubine Shan's poisoning." Shan Lan said.
"Oh?" The emperor took the Yue language, identified it, handed it to Mr. An, and asked, "Does anyone know the characters written on it?"
"This... the old servant is ignorant, so he really doesn't know him, but the bachelor of Longyuan Pavilion must know him." Eunuch An suggested.
After a while, several bachelors from Longyuan Pavilion were invited.
As soon as they finished reading the poem, their expressions changed drastically, and they said, "Your Majesty, it's not that I'm resisting the order, it's because the words in this poem are vulgar and cannot be translated."
"But it doesn't matter if you translate it! Those who violate it will be dismissed!" The emperor slammed the table.
After a while, several academicians tremblingly translated the above content and wrote it in Chinese characters:
"Ten Fragrances"
The blue silk is seven feet long, and it is used as home makeup; on the sleepless pillow, I feel the fragrance of green clouds.
…
The soup tastes good, and the words are sent out to the palace merchants; An Zhilang's mouth contains a warm and sweet fragrance.
…
There are ten sentences in total, each sentence is fragrant and beautiful, and it is unsightly.
"Is there a mistake in your translation?" The emperor asked angrily.
"Don't dare to make a single word wrong, I will guarantee it with Xiang Shang's head!" The scholar said: "There is another item, next to each word [Lang] in this poem, there is an additional word [Cloud], I don't know what it means. "
There was complete silence all around, and everyone understood.
"Your Majesty, this poem is by no means written by a concubine, but a copy!" The queen hastily argued in a low voice, "Last night, Concubine Shan came alone and brought a red paper poem, saying it was the posthumous work of Wu Zidao, a poet of the former dynasty. Give it to the concubine, let the concubine copy it... The concubine does not understand the words on the poem!"
"Where is the red paper poem now?"
"It's on the bedside of my concubine." The queen replied, and hurriedly sent her maid Ruyi to fetch it.
Ruyi went, came back soon, and said a few words in the queen's ear.
Seeing that Ruyi didn't bring the red paper poems, Shan Lan was secretly proud, and immediately said loudly, "In my servant's opinion, this matter was originally Shanfei's fault. Last night during the Lantern Festival, Your Majesty received Persian envoys, servants and all of you." The concubines held a moon-watching and lantern-watching feast together in the back garden... On the side of Yuanheng Palace, there are only the Empress and Master Yun Yue, and Concubine Shan hastily came to pay her respects at this time, but it disturbed the empress's spirit."
"The concubine really doesn't remember any red paper poems last night." Concubine Shan was weak and worried.
"Empress, if you blame Concubine Shan for disturbing your pleasure, you can punish her. Why did you let her drink Baiwangsan and lose her memory of that night?" Shan Lan asked respectfully, "Could it be Concubine Shan saw something she shouldn't have seen?"
"Shut up!" The emperor was furious: "Empress, what about the red paper poem manuscript you mentioned? Why haven't you brought it yet?"
"This..." There was a trace of panic under the queen's calm appearance.
"Slaves dare to speak up!" At this time, Xu Zhaorong's maidservant, Huanxiang, spoke up.
The secret agent on the side, loyal to Concubine Shan, has already informed the emperor once again today, and has already put life and death aside, simply tore up his face, and completely sided with Concubine Shan: "My servant guesses that there are no red paper poems at all! "
"Huanxiang, don't talk nonsense. Although the concubine doesn't remember anything, she can't slander the empress!" Concubine Shan feebly stopped her.
"Your Majesty, Concubine Shan, you are broad-minded, and you can't rub the sand in the eyes of slaves!" Huanxiang's voice was sharp and sharp: "The Empress and Master Yun Yue have an affair, and everyone in the palace doesn't know who doesn't know!"
Indeed, everyone secretly thought so in their hearts, but due to their status as a queen, they dared not say it out loud. Only this Huanxiang was bold enough to say what everyone was thinking.
"What happened last night must be like this!" Huanxiang said: "The queen was having an affair with Master Yun Yue in Yuanheng Palace. At this time, the concubine Shan came to pay her respects, and she just broke through! The queen pretended to appease and gave Concubine Shan a drink After downloading Baiwangsan! He even pushed the matter of Shixiang Ci to Concubine Shan, saying that Concubine Shan asked her to transcribe it! Anyway, Concubine Shan has lost her memory, so the empress will do whatever she says!"
"Furthermore, among the things found here are the poems written by the queen today, and the letter that master Yun Yue gave to the queen a few days ago! They are all great testimony, as hard as a mountain!" Huanxiang said in one breath End, regard death as home.
"Empress, what else do you have to say?" The emperor had already believed it to half an extent, wishing he could draw out his sword and stab the empress to death.
At this time, a man's voice came from the side hall: "If the queen doesn't say anything, let me tell you."
"Who?" the emperor roared.
"It's Yun, Master Yun..." Eunuch An recognized it.
Li Yuebai tidied up his clothes and planned to go out to pretend to be aggressive.
"Master Yun Yue, absolutely not!" A few eunuchs hurriedly stopped him: "Aren't you forbidden to see women?"
"Yes! I almost forgot!" Li Yuebai suddenly realized, and clapped his palms together: "You guys, carry a screen out for me, just block it."
The little eunuchs immediately moved out several gauze screens and placed them in the courtyard.
"Okay." Li Yuebai took a deep breath and snapped his fingers: "Show Time!"
"Show your sister, please pay attention to your words and deeds." The system came out to throw cold water in a strange way: "Any language that is not in line with the times will be silenced."
"Damn, why do you always show up when you don't need it!" Li Yuebai hated iron and steel: "What's the use of a system!"
Sort out your mood, and then tidy up your clothes—actually, there is nothing to tidy up. Yun Weizhi is always dressed in white clothes that don’t take up any dust. The fabric is special and doesn’t even have a pleat.
Li Yuebai walked out of the side hall, and bowed in the direction of the emperor: "Caomin apologizes to His Majesty."
The emperor could not wait to order him to be pushed out and beheaded immediately, but fortunately he was stopped by Mr. An.
"Master Yun Yue, what else do you have to say?" Eunuch An asked, as if speaking to a dead person.
"Yes." Li Yuebai said: "Perhaps I treat people coldly and don't get close to them on weekdays, so that I caused misunderstandings, caused misunderstandings between His Majesty and everyone, and even implicated the Queen Empress. I will definitely die."
"Misunderstanding?" Eunuch An was stunned: "Master Yun Yue, you keep saying that it was a misunderstanding, but you still refuse to plead guilty! So much evidence, can't you bow your head?"
"Just now, I have heard all the three pieces of evidence you mentioned." Li Yuebai stretched out his hand and pointed at the three things through the screen: "However, I have to say that these three pieces of evidence are all false!"
"It's all fake?" Everyone was stunned, saying that they were trapped animals, and they couldn't be so overconfident, right? Death is imminent, and the ducks are still stubborn
"First of all, it's the poem written by the empress today." Li Yuebai said: "It was pointed out by Miss Huanxiang that my name was embedded in it."
"That's right, I can hear you clearly!" Huanxiang said.
"Then please ask Eunuch An to unfold this poem." Li Yuebai said in a steady voice.
Eunuch An stepped forward, and under the guidance of Huanxiang, he found the latest one from a pile of poems. The date on it was inscribed today, and the ink was still wet, and it was the empress's handwriting.
When I unfolded it, I was shocked.
The title of the poem is "Eternal", and there are only two lines: "Tao Yunzhi's name has been passed down through the ages, but the catkins are paid to the breeze."
When I presented it to the emperor, I was stunned.
"Huanxiang, do you know what is the crime of slandering the queen?" Eunuch An asked, "This poem has only two lines, where is the word Yun Weizhi? There is not a single word!"
"No? How could there be no?" Huanxiang's eyes widened, and her voice became sharper: "Slaves obviously have them."
Eunuch An read the two poems again and finally understood.
[音] has the same pronunciation as [云], [智] has the same pronunciation as [Zhi], and [微] has the same pronunciation as [微].
Huanxiang couldn't read, she could only listen, and if she heard it, she must have misunderstood.
"So what if the fonts are different?" Huanxiang refused to admit it: "Since the pronunciation of the characters is the same, there must be ghosts!"
"That's right. Poetry conveying love is all about obscurity. If the empress and Yun Yueshi really have an affair, they should use different fonts to cover it up." Shan Lan said.
"This poem was definitely not written by the empress to the grassroots." Li Yuebai sighed: "Everyone, let's look at the meaning in the poem. Who is Daoyun referring to? The famous talented woman of the Jin Dynasty, Xie Daoyun, she was born noble, She is noble and talented, she is a rare and rare woman in the world. And that Zhizi also praises her for her wisdom, whether it is Zhizi or Yunzi, it has nothing to do with me."
"..." Concubine Shan's face was pale, and she secretly exclaimed that she had met a strong enemy.
"Look at the second half of the sentence again. Xie Daoyun was praised by the world for her ability to sing catkins. This catkin is naturally related to her. As for the word Qingfeng, it is a deliberate emphasis on His Majesty's name. Wei is often used Words have nothing to do with me."
The emperor's name is Murong Feng, which sounds the same as wind.
"As for the other meanings of this catkin, I don't know."
"Liu Xu, is the queen's childhood boudoir name!" The queen's maid Ruyi finally couldn't help it, and blurted out.
"Yes." The queen finally spoke, she raised her eyes and looked directly at the emperor: "This poem is written for His Majesty."
When the two sentences are put together, the meaning becomes clearer.
The queen compares herself to Xie Daoyun, who is noble and pure in character, and catkins (the queen) wholeheartedly only deliver to Qingfeng (the emperor).
The emperor looked at the poem and was slightly moved.
Although he was suspicious, but just looking at this poem, there was really no problem.
If the homophony of characters can be said to be adultery, then there are so many homonyms in Chinese characters that everyone can be caught.
What's more, this poem is sincere and beyond reproach.
"Huanxiang, you misheard the poem and slandered the queen, what should you do?" Mr. An asked.
"I... I may have misunderstood this poem! But, there are two other pieces of evidence over there!" Huanxiang argued eagerly: "I don't believe it, the other two pieces can be wrong!"
"Of course it can be wrong." Li Yuebai nodded understandingly, and secretly added in his heart: as long as you work hard enough, nothing can't be messed up.
"Eternal Years" is indeed a bad poem, and it was not written by the empress, but Li Yuebai, who spent ten minutes compiling it, read it to His Royal Highness, and then read it to the Empress, and the Empress complained frequently while transcribing: "The poem is oddly worded, out of rhythm, extremely crude, and inferior."
Regardless of whether it is a good poem or a bad poem, time is pressing, and if it can achieve the goal and lure the snake out of the hole, it is a good poem.
He had already reviewed the original work, and knew that the queen had a baby name Liu Xu, so he insisted on pretending not to know just now, and let the queen speak out by herself.