I was kicked out of the house, and I was reborn and became the emperor

The sun shone through the clouds, and the snow gradually stopped. The lake was covered with white snow, like white paint poured between heaven and earth, creating a dreamlike wonderland.

In the fog, a small boat came slowly. A girl in a simple long dress stood on the bow. Seeing Fang Yi from afar, she waved and called out excitedly.

"Master Hou! Master Hou!"

Fang Yi looked back, a gentle smile appearing on the corner of his mouth - Xiaorou is back.

"My Lord, I'm so glad that you're safe and sound! I thought I'd never see you again..."

The boat moored, Xiaorou was crying, staring at Fang Yi blankly, feeling both excited and scared as if she had survived a disaster.

During this period of time, the two of them have become like brothers. After experiencing the test of life and death, how can words express the myriad emotions in their hearts?

"Okay, it's okay, everything is over. I'm here to take you home. How are you doing at Mu Wei's place? Have you suffered any injustice?"

There was a rare gentleness in Fang Yi's tone. Looking at her red nose and tearful eyes, it seemed as if he had crossed the barrier of time and space.

He reached out unconsciously and gently stroked Xiaorou's hair, giving her silent comfort.

In Xiaorou's heart, Fang Yi was like a brother. And in Fang Yi's heart, he had already regarded this innocent and lovable maid as his own sister.

"No, no!"

Xiaorou rubbed the corners of her wet eyes and forced a smile, "From now on, Xiaorou can continue to serve the Marquis."

……

In just one night, every street and alley in the imperial city was covered with rubbings of these poems, as if every passerby was unconsciously holding a treasure in their hands.

From the high and mighty princes and nobles to the poor students in the market, and even the young children entering school for the first time, everyone can recite a few lines fluently.

But the most fascinating thing is the true face of this mysterious poet.

In the imperial city, there were many speculations about his life experience.

Some said that he was a talented young man who had come from afar to take the imperial examination; others speculated that he might be a young master from a hidden large family; more exaggerated rumors pointed directly to the heavens, saying that it was the immortal poet who came to the world. The story became more and more bizarre as it was passed on, adding a bit of mystery.

In teahouses and taverns, those scholars who were fortunate enough to witness the grand spectacle of the competition never tired of recounting the story of that cultural feast over and over again.

In particular, the scene in which Fang Yi defeated Kenjiro Niino with overwhelming talent, adding luster to the literary world of the Great Zhou, became the focus of heated discussion among people on the streets.

For a time, the name of "Poet Immortal" spread like wildfire and became popular throughout the imperial city. Even within the walls of the imperial palace, there were echoes of various discussions about him.

Just as the whole city was in an uproar, Fang Yi, the protagonist at the center of all this vortex, slowly woke up and was being helped by his personal maid Xiaorou to wash and change clothes. He seemed unaware of the hustle and bustle of the world.

"Your Highness, have you heard? Last night, a poet was born in the painted boat in Ziwei Lake. It is said that he has a lot of talent and can recite ten masterpieces in one step, and each of them is a masterpiece!"

Xiao Rou said this with great joy. Since she was not in the pleasure boat last night, she naturally did not know that the poet admired by everyone was the calm and composed Fang Yi in front of her.

Hearing this, Fang Yi couldn't help but laugh.

Although he expected this incident to cause a sensation, he never imagined that the impact would be so rapid and widespread.

These plots actually originated from an ancient book he accidentally obtained in his previous life. At that time, he was still imprisoned by Marquis Wuwei, which gave him an unexpected opportunity to read poetry and books.

Thinking about it now, perhaps we should "thank" the Marquis of Wuwei, because he was able to unexpectedly gain a wealth of literary treasures under the confinement of force.

Just after finishing his morning wash, the eunuch chief Wen Xi came in in a hurry.

"Marquis Guanjun, quickly get dressed and follow me into the palace."

Oh?

The morning light is dim, why are you going to the palace?

"Eunuch Wenxi, what urgent matter requires you to come to the palace so early in the morning? You look anxious. Xiaorou, serve tea!"

"Oh, Your Highness, His Majesty has ordered you to attend the morning court. Time is running out. You must follow me as soon as possible. Do not delay!"

Wen Xi was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He dragged Fang Yi out of the bedroom door.

Morning court?

Fang Yi was confused for a moment.

Emperor Taining had left him aside for several days, and now his father suddenly summoned him urgently. What did he mean?

Could it be related to the audience with the Japanese prince?

"Eunuch Wenxi, is there anything special to do during the morning court today?"

"Your Highness, your words are too polite. How dare I speculate on your Majesty's intentions? Please follow me to the Golden Palace immediately."

Seeing that Wen Xi was extremely anxious, it was obvious that he couldn't get the answer.

Fang Yi said nothing more. He briefly instructed Xiao Rou and left the Guanjun Marquis' Mansion.

He stepped into the carriage that Wen Xi had already prepared and rushed towards the palace.

The Marquis of Guanjun's Mansion is not far from the Imperial Palace. I guess my father had an idea and ordered it down immediately.

Wen Xi rode his horse at full speed and finally arrived at the Golden Palace just as the morning court was about to begin.

"My Lord, please come in. The civil and military officials should be waiting for you. I still need to go and welcome you."

Wen Xi pointed to the depths of the Golden Palace, then turned around and rushed to welcome the emperor.

Fang Yi turned around and walked in, striding towards the Golden Throne.

The hall is magnificent and awe-inspiring.

Just standing at the door, a stirring force surged into Fang Yi's heart.

As we stepped inside, just as Wenxi had said, all the civil and military officials were already present.

They were lined up neatly on the left and right, and the colors of their official uniforms gradually changed from the outside to the inside, symbolizing the different levels of official rank.

Fang Yi took a glance and continued walking.

As the champion, I shouldn't be at the end.

However, as he reached the end of the queue, Fang Yi couldn't hide his wry smile.

He was at a loss for a moment, not knowing where he should stand.

Left or right, it's all confusion.

If you stand in the wrong place, wouldn't it be a laughing stock?

"My Lord, your place is here."

Just when Fang Yi looked confused, something suddenly came to his mind.

Duke Anguo Mu Junsheng gently pointed to the prominent seat on the right and whispered.

"Thank you, Mr. Mu!"

After expressing his thanks, Fang Yi quickly moved to where Mu Junsheng pointed, like a rabbit, not daring to look at Mu Junsheng again.

Mu Junsheng not only helps, but may also become your future father-in-law.

Although all of these were proposed by the Emperor, Fang Yi still felt mixed emotions.

He kept his footing, his expression unchanged, and he remained calm!

Mu Junsheng looked at Fang Yi quietly with a deep gaze.

Although Mu Junsheng seldom met this champion marquis, his glorious military exploits had already spread throughout the capital.

Mu Junsheng stroked his beard, his eyes were sharp and his mind was filled with thoughts.

Shangguan Ba ​​on the side never looked away, as if he was oblivious to Fang Yi. His deep eyes were like a deep spring, making it difficult to peek into his heart.

Fang Yi also ignored Shangguan Ba ​​and was considering whether he should get closer to Mu Junsheng.

At this moment, out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of a person walking quickly into the hall.

The man was wearing a luxurious brocade robe, and it was Yang Jingyu.

At the same time, Yang Jingyu also noticed Fang Yi, and his face suddenly turned gloomy!

He had never expected that Fang Yi was also qualified to participate in this court meeting!

Yang Jingyu's face was gloomy, his eyes flashed with coldness, and he gritted his teeth.

Compared with Yang Jingyu who was clearly furious, Fang Yi seemed unusually calm.

He is not in a hurry to settle the grudge with Yang Jingyu. He will retaliate a hundredfold in the future!