Traveling through Du He, Li Chengqian's rebellion begins

The reason why Fang Yiai tolerated Princess Gaoyang's affair with Monk Bian Ji was because Princess Gaoyang could bring great benefits to his official career.

The fact that he, the second legitimate son of the Duke of Liang, was promoted three levels after marrying the princess is the most direct proof of this.

Moreover, he is now under the command of King Wei. If his investment is successful, he will be more prominent than his elder brother Fang Yizhi in the future.

But the princess he married was a bad-tempered bastard.

When you are angry, you act without considering the consequences, just like a child playing house.

After the incident with Gunali, he was punished by His Majesty and demoted, downgraded three levels, back to square one.

Fang Yiai's dissatisfaction with Gao Yang had even reached the point of resentment.

Now Gao Yang not only does not support his career, but also deliberately calls him over to humiliate him.

How could Fang Yiai continue to be a coward?

He had no worries, and since he hadn't made any mistakes himself, he wasn't afraid of Gao Yang's messy behavior.

If the matter is really investigated, His Majesty will not punish him for a princess if his father Fang Xuanling comes forward.

His Majesty will even severely punish Gao Yang in order to protect his father's face.

But if things come to this, his career will be over.

Hearing the quarrel between the princess and her husband, Taozi and another maid kept their heads down the whole time, not daring to make a sound.

They were extremely shocked at this moment.

Died young.

The cowardly prince consort stood up!

"If you were so tough earlier, Her Highness the Princess might treat you better."

Taozi sighed secretly in her heart.

Gao Yang stood there blankly, his eyes fixed on the direction where Fang Yiai left, shaking with anger.

This was the first time in her life that she had suffered such a great injustice.

Her eyes slowly turned red, and then tears as big as beans began to fall one by one.

"Damn you Fang Yiai, this princess will never let you go!"

"Just wait and see for me!"

After Gao Yang shouted angrily with tears in his eyes, he turned around and rushed into the boudoir.

"boom!"

After the door of the room was closed heavily, Princess Gaoyang's sobbing could soon be heard.

Taozi and another maid looked at each other, their faces full of helplessness and fear.

Another maid came over and said in a low voice with a pale face: "Sister Taozi, Her Highness the Princess has suffered such a great injustice, how are we going to live in the future!"

"Sister Taozi, I would like to apply to be transferred to do laundry for the princess. Is that okay with you?"

These maids who serve the princess have the highest status among all the servants in the princess's mansion.

But they also bear the greatest risks.

Especially now the princess is furious and doesn't like everyone, and these servants are the princess's punching bags.

If you make the slightest mistake, you will be punished by the princess.

Taozi shook her head and frowned, "Xiaoxi, you are the one who can take better care of the princess. If you are transferred to do the laundry and the other inexperienced sisters are asked to take care of the princess, I'm afraid they will get into big trouble."

"The princess is more comfortable with you and won't punish you easily, so just relax."

"But you have to work more seriously these days and don't get distracted."

They were all the princess' personal maids, and any transfer would alarm Princess Gaoyang. And applying to be transferred to wash clothes without reason at this juncture would be a real big trouble.

If they make Gao Yang unhappy, they will be doomed.

The maid named Xiaoxi said with a sad face: "Okay, then Sister Taozi, you have to speak up for us."

"Ah."

Taozi nodded solemnly.

At the gate of the princess's mansion.

"Whoo~"

Fang Yiai looked up at the vast sky and took a deep breath.

After venting the anger and resentment in my chest, I felt as if the shackles were freed and I felt relaxed.

"It turns out that not being angry with the princess makes me feel so good."

"Du He doesn't have his father's power, but he can still control Princess Chengyang. I'm much better than him, so how can I not be able to control Gao Yang, this bitch?"

Fang Yiai turned his head to look at the gate of the princess's mansion behind him, then got into the carriage without hesitation.

...

When Fang Yiai and Gao Yang broke up, Du He, at Li Yi's request, stayed in the study room with a sad face and practiced writing.

"My husband, my father asked me to supervise you and practice your calligraphy well."

"Father also said that the Secretariat is one of the most culturally literate departments in the court. You are the adjutant of the Secretariat and represent the face of the Secretariat. Your handwriting must be presentable."

After Li Yi finished speaking, he handed a small stack of calligraphy copies to Du He, covering his mouth with his hands and chuckled.

"Husband, you have to finish writing these calligraphy works today. I will come over to check them later."

After saying this, she waved to Linglong who was grinning, and then the master and servant left the study.

Linglong, that silly girl, was considerate enough to close the door of the room.

Du He looked at the calligraphy on the desk and a wry smile appeared on his face.

"Hey, it's good to practice calligraphy to calm my mind. I've been feeling a bit restless lately."

With a sigh, Du He calmed down, picked up the pen dipped in ink, and began to copy it carefully.

When writing, one's mind will calm down, the brain will be clear and one will be able to think more thoroughly.

...

The next day.

When Du He was drinking tea and chatting with Shangguan Yan Shigu in the Secretariat, people from the Ministry of Rites brought over the poetry materials from the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meeting.

After two days of review by the Ministry of Rites, except for slight adjustments to the scores of a few poetry volumes, most of the scores remained basically unchanged.

The top ten are not affected at all.

The ceremonial officer said respectfully to Du He, "Du Shaojian, I have brought the original manuscripts of the poems and the list of personnel. Please check them."

Du He picked up the list and flipped through a few pages, and found that it recorded license plates and corresponding names and information.

For example, Room 438 Yiai, a native of Qizhou, is the consort of Princess Gaoyang and currently lives in Princess Gaoyang’s mansion.

No. 627 Li Qilun, a native of Shayuan Village, Jie County, Puzhou, passed the Mingjing examination in the th year of Zhenguan, and is currently living temporarily with his relatives in Guiyifang, Chang'an City.

“The registration information is very good.”

Du He praised him and then said to the etiquette officer, "I have received the information. Thank you for your hard work."

"You are too polite, Master Du. This is what I should do."

The officer in charge of ceremonies said flattered.

After the people from the Ministry of Rites left the Secretariat, Yan Shigu came over with an excited look on his face. He picked up a stack of poetry scrolls and slowly admired them.

"Yes, this poem is really well written!"

"This poem is a sloppy poem. It's easy to read, but it has no substance and is flashy."

Yan Shigu watched and shook his head as he made comments.

On the other side, Du He took the paper that counted the scores of all the poems in this Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival and started reading it.

A total of 1569 people who participated in the poetry meeting wrote more than 4700 poems. Except for more than 800 poems of Ding level that were thrown away, there are still nearly 3900 poems here.

The three poems in the first place were the ones he copied.

There is one poem in the first class, written by Wu Meiniang.

There are 21 poems in Category A.

There are 45 poems of upper B grade, 84 poems of middle B grade, and 126 poems of lower B grade.

The remaining 3,000-odd poems were all below grade C.

"There are only 280 poems that are above grade B, which is too small."

Du He sighed inwardly.