The whole world is waiting for my deposed empress

After that day, Ming Feiqing didn't even touch the hawthorn cake.

He drank bitter medicine every day, his mouth was light, and he didn't feel like eating anything. He leaned listlessly by the window all day long, watching the apricot blossoms in the yard gradually wither in the increasingly cold weather, as if he was also withering. .

Huai Jin rarely had time to accompany him.

In Tuzhou, although everything was difficult, the two were always inseparable. At that time, the bitterness was sweet.

Now, he is living in this resplendent palace, and whenever he wants to see A Jin, he has to send someone to communicate to see if His Highness has time.

The candied fruit in his mouth couldn't absorb the slightest sweetness, so Ming Feiqing chewed it a few times before swallowing it.

At this time Tian Bai came over and saw Young Master Ming leaning against the window in a daze, so he jumped in front of him, made a funny face, and frightened Ming Feiqing back to his senses.

He grabbed the candied fruit on the plate and threw one on Tian Bai, scolding: "Have you been as stupid as Tian Qing recently?"

Tian Bai caught the candied fruit and swallowed it with a smile.

Back then when Huaijin was exiled to Tuzhou, she didn't even have a decent attendant by her side. Later, by chance, she got a young man with outstanding skills, so she imitated Ming Feiqing and named him "Tianbai".

The main thing is that I want to have the same name as Feiqing, so that it seems that they are a couple.

Tian Bai regained his serious face, and said: "Today there is a poetry meeting in Beijing, Your Highness sent me to ask you if you want to go and see it, so as to relieve boredom."

Ming Feiqing stiffened instantly: "I'll come as soon as I change my clothes!"

At the gate of the palace, Huai Ziyu waited for a short while, and saw a cheerful figure passing by the corridor. Not long after, that figure rushed in front of him: "You want to take me out to relax?!"

Huaijin's brows and eyes showed silent tenderness, and he raised his arms to hug Ming Feiqing's waist: "Seeing that you don't want to go out alone these days, you are almost becoming a resentful husband when you are bored at home."

"You are the complaining husband!" Ming Feiqing smiled and turned back, with a long-lost light shining in his eyes, holding Huaijin tightly in his arms, as close as when he was in Tuzhou.

At this time, a few unfamiliar guards outside reminded: "Your Highness, it's time to go."

Huaijin glanced at them, then took Feiqing's hand instead, and pushed him away from her arms.

Ming Feiqing was stunned for a moment. In the past when he hugged Ajin, Ajin took the opportunity to make trouble for him, but now he pushed him away.

He looked up and noticed that there were many strange faces coming to the palace, most of them were dressed as guards, with serious faces, wearing royal badges on their waists - they should be people sent by the palace.

The prince who received the emperor's attention was really different.

Ming Feiqing happily got into the carriage without thinking too much.

The garden poetry meeting was held in the bouldering garden at the foot of the imperial palace. The red plum blossoms inside and outside the garden had just begun to bud. Ming Feiqing was dazzled by the plum blossoms, and unconsciously left Huaijin and walked to the door alone.

The servant stretched out his hand to stop him: "My lord, do you have an invitation card?"

"invitation?"

Naturally, Ming Feiqing didn't have one. He glanced at Huaijin who was not far away, and was about to call him over, when the servant went on to ask: "Only families with a grade three or above are eligible to enter the Royal Poetry Fair. May I ask how high an official your father is? Or do you have any fame?"

"..." Ming Feiqing was momentarily stopped by the question.

His father is a ninth-rank sesame official, and it is impossible for him to be transferred to Beijing.

As for himself, he was delayed in the southern country for three years without any fame.

The servant saw his embarrassment, straightened his bowed waist, and said in a tone of repelling: "It seems that the young master is nothing, and he wants to come here today? Look at that young master Lin."

He specifically pointed to Lin Ji who was surrounded by many talents not far away: "He has a distinguished background and is an absolute candidate for the top scholar in this discipline. Such a person is the jewel that the royal family wants to recruit. Even if you are like you, it is not enough Quite."

"What is not qualified?" Huaijin stepped forward, put her hands on Fei Qing's waist naturally, and looked at the servant.

Jia Ding stared blankly at "Yumu" who was being embraced by King Jing, his originally upright waist suddenly snapped and bent down, bowed his knees, and greeted him with a smiling face: "See... See Your Highness Prince Jing!"

Huaijin took an unsheathed dagger from Tianbai's hand, put the sharp end of the dagger against the servant's chin, raised his drooping head, and said with stern eyes, "Ming Feiqing is the seat of my royal residence. The honored guest, he was personally invited by the king, how come he is just a fake in your mouth?"

Jia Ding's face was pale, his legs were soft and trembling, and he played the pipa. He wanted to kneel down but was pressed against his neck by the dagger blade. If you don’t know Taishan, the young ones should die, the young ones should die! But I beg my lord... I beg my son to spare me once!”

Ming Feiqing saw the dark stains on his crotch, which really stained the garden full of red plums. He held down Huaijin's hand: "Forget it, Ah Jin, there's no need to argue with such a person."

Only then did Huaijin retract the dagger, and gave the guard by the garden a look. The guard understood, and quietly stepped forward to cover the servant's mouth, and pulled him away.

Lin Ji who was not far away saw this scene.

The servants around Lin Ji hurriedly withdrew from the crowd—that family member was a relative of the housekeeper of the Prime Minister's mansion, and he entrusted his relationship with Baoshi Garden to serve as an errand. Go and keep the servant's mouth shut, lest the incident involve the Xiangfu and ruin Lin Ji's image of being indifferent to the world in the heart of the prince.

After everyone entered the garden, the poetry meeting officially began. Ming Feiqing sat beside Huaijin, watching these talented scholars in Beijing discussing poetry with condescension.

The topic was written by Zhang Shiji, the highly respected elder Zhang Ge of the Guozijian. Several of the topics were exquisitely written. Ming Feiqing almost said a few lines of poems, but he also knew that he was not qualified to do so—the so-called poetry club, in fact, It was a thorough investigation before the spring of this year.

Ming Feiqing didn't even have the qualifications to participate, he was indeed a "Yumu" with a humble family background and no fame, and he got into this group of "Pearls" only by relying on Huaijin.

When he was underestimating himself, Zhang Ge came up with another question: "With the title of 'helping the world', write a five-character poem."

Such a topic is broad and general, and many good sentences have been written by predecessors, so it is very difficult to break through.

Sure enough, none of the talented scholars who should answer the poems was appreciated by Mr. Ge. Even the poems presented by Lin Ji, Mr. Zhang Ge shook his head: "It is ordinary and nothing new."

Lin Ji sat back down in embarrassment.

Seeing that the most outstanding Lin Ji couldn't give the best solution, all the talents were about to give up, when a clear voice suddenly came from the pavilion.

"Mr. Ge, I..." Although Ming Feiqing raised his hand, he abruptly stopped speaking halfway. At this moment, Huaijin wrapped his left hand on the table and handed him "Qingqing's most welcome!" Great" look.

"Let me try it." Only then did Ming Feiqing muster up his courage, and his voice became a little more moderate.

Elder Zhang Ge's eyes lit up - many years ago, he and Ming Feiqing had a brief teacher-student friendship. Although they only spent half a year together, it was enough for Elder Ge to believe that this son was extraordinary.

"Then it's up to you." Zhang Shiji smiled and looked at Ming Feiqing.

Ming Feiqing recited the five-character poem he thought of.

After the poem was finished, the garden was quiet for a while, except for a few birds flying by in the sky, and the faint sound of plum blossoms falling to the ground.

Huaijin didn't express his opinion, in fact, as long as he opened his mouth to praise, everyone in the garden would follow his wishes and praise Ming Feiqing.

But Ming Feiqing disdained such hypocritical words that were more flattering than sincere, and Huai Ziyu would not humiliate his Feiqing in disguise like this.

Zhang Shiji closed his eyes for a while, as if drinking a cup of peerless tea. He had to close his eyes, isolate all worldly troubles, and savor carefully before giving an evaluation.

"Feiqing's poem has Du Gong's heart of 'protecting the world's poor and happy people'." Ge Lao made a final decision, looking at Ming Feiqing in the pavilion, not without regret, "If there were no changes in the past, you must be me The best student ever."

Ming Feiqing stretched his brows and eyes, and he hurriedly bowed to the old man and said: "With the teacher's approval, Feiqing's death is enough."

I have to admit that Ming Feiqing's poem is so wonderful that everyone present couldn't help boasting: "Ziweixing is indeed Ziweixing!"

"I think it's not just Ziwei Xing, but also Wenqu Xing!"

"It turns out that Ming Feiqing was Ming Feiqing's most promising student back then..."

When these words reached Lin Ji's ears, they were more irritating than the wind and snow.

After the poetry meeting was over, Zhang Ge deliberately held Ming Feiqing to talk for a while, and then gave him a cherished brush before letting him go.

After getting into the carriage back to the palace, Ming Feiqing looked carefully at the writing brush in his hand, it was a great recognition and honor to receive a brush from his teacher.

He raised his eyes and made up his mind: "I want to participate in this year's Chunwei!"

Huaijin had already seen his intentions, and only reminded him: "There are only three months before the exam in Chunwei, others have studied hard for ten years for this exam, Feiqing, you only have three months. "

"Three months is enough." Ming Feiqing said.

Huai Ziyu smiled, and did not obstruct, but instead hugged Ming Feiqing: "Just now you said that death is enough to get a compliment from the old man. This is unlucky, and you are not allowed to say it in the future."

Ming Feiqing didn't expect him to be so taboo about the word "death", and asked instead: "Hasn't Your Highness heard of 'It's okay to die in the morning and evening'? What I said to the teacher and this sentence have the same meaning."

"Of course I understand the common meaning, but I just don't want to hear you say this word." Huai Ziyu said stubbornly, "Any death is enough, Qingqing is so cruel. Haven't thought about me?"

Ming Feiqing finally saw something familiar to him from His Royal Highness Prince Jing. He was helpless and thankful, so he put away the pen and threw it into Huaijin's arms:

"If there is such a day, as long as I think about Ah Jin, I will not want to die."

Later when he jumped down from the high platform, he was indeed thinking about Huai Jin.

It's just that he didn't give up, but died even more decisively.