Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1945

Song Yuanjiu had been stripped of his title of top scholar, removed from the list of successful candidates, and all his property had been confiscated.

According to the law, the Song family should be sent to a smoke-filled area to do hard labor.

But Master Fang loved talent and was reluctant to part with Song Yuanjiu's wealth of knowledge. "Princess, please take a look..." He pulled out a scroll of manuscript from his sleeve. "This is Song Yuanjiu's annotations to the 'Yu Gong Jingwei'. It's filled with brilliant insights!"

Shi Anxia took the manuscript, flipped through it, and said nothing.

Master Fang took out a copied article from his pocket and said, "This is the policy paper of Song Shenzhi, the eldest son of Song Yuanjiu. I think it is a model. If such a talented person is really exiled to a remote place to do hard labor, it will be a loss for the court and the Northern Wing."

Shi Anxia took the manuscript and paused slightly on the title "Six Strategies for Flood Control".

She quickly browsed through it and found that this was exactly the solution for river control proposed by Song Shenzhi in his previous life when he was working in the Ministry of Works.

But Song Shenzhi is still so young, and he has such an opinion? At that time, Anxia seemed to see the figure in the blue official robe who stood up against all the opposition in the court, illuminating the mountains and rivers with his literary mind and building the country with his body.

Fang Yuchu asked tentatively, "Your Highness, can you keep the Song family in the academy to help? It's a pity for the two young masters of the Song family. If it weren't for the sudden change in the Song family, they would have been admitted to the imperial examination."

When talking about Song Shenzhi and Song Xizhi, everyone mentioned the death of Old Lady Song. Shi Anxia finally understood that Song Yuanjiu's wife and children did not accompany him to Tiema City, but were sentenced to exile by Lord Zhao.

Shi Anxia had some thoughts in her mind, but she didn't show it on her face. She just did it reluctantly, as if she was doing a favor for Mr. Fang's sake.

In fact, even if no one pleaded for her, she had originally planned to properly settle Song Yuanjiu.

Huang Wanqian and Fang Yu knew that the princess would definitely agree before they first arrived. They firmly believed that the person who could distinguish right from wrong in the North Wing was Princess Haiyan; the person who was talented and emotional was Princess Haiyan; and the person who valued talent and education was still Princess Haiyan.

After all, Song Yuanjiu was able to survive thanks to the princess's golden medal of immunity from death. This shows that the princess knew this man and valued his talent as much as her life.

But they could not give the princess an excuse, otherwise if the exiles were exempted from hard labor as soon as they had a nobleman to take care of them, how could the law be enforced then?

So they had to build a way out. If anyone raised objections in the future, they would be able to stand up to Princess Haiyan.

Shi Anxia understood the good intentions of the two great scholars, so he was able to strike a good balance.

In the eyes of everyone, the princess was just giving face to the two great scholars.

Fang Yuchu took out a volume of "Northern Wing Laws" from his bosom and turned to the "Penalty" chapter. "If the exiles write books, ten thousand words a day can be equivalent to one day of hard labor. Is it time to use this old law that has not been used for a hundred years?"

Shi Anxia pretended to think about it for a while, discussed the feasibility, and then agreed.

The Iron Horse was short of talent, and everyone could understand the princess's difficulties.

At that time, Anxia ordered people to invite all the literati who were scattered in the nine inns in the city to the inn.

Several long cypress desks were placed in the main hall, and the charcoal basin was newly filled with silver bone charcoal to dispel the coldness in the room.

She stood up, holding the celadon cup, the tea in the cup was clear and blue, "Since you have come here despite the wind and snow, I will serve you tea instead of wine to welcome you."

All the blue-robed scholars in the room returned the greeting, their sleeves fluttering.

The banquet lasted until three o'clock in the morning.

Someone was drunk and lying in an armchair, mumbling to himself; the old Hanlin scholars were gathered around a sand table to deduce the layout of the border town academy, and their charcoal maps were painted all over the blue brick floor; the youngest students were crowded in the corridor, discussing the profound meaning of "Wen Gu" by the light of a lantern.

The elderly teacher chanted "Iron Horse March" to the beat of drums in the courtyard under the plum blossoms.