The empress is wild and cool, and I'll help her secure her throne

An hour later, at the gate of the Right Vice Minister's residence of the Ministry of Rites.

Chu Yao covered herself with linen, quietly came here, and then walked towards the door carefully.

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

A guard at the door asked.

"In reply to your Excellency, I am here on the orders of my master, Mr. Ye, to seek assistance from the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites!"

Chu Yao quickly looked up and said, then presented the jade pendant with both hands!

"Mr. Ye? Which Mr. Ye?" the guard asked.

"Mr. Ye Qianxuanye."

"Who is Ye Qianxuan? I've never heard of him. Get out of here! Don't get in the way here!" the guard scolded.

It's obvious that this woman comes from a poor family, yet she actually wants to get close to the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites. It's really ridiculous!

"Sir! My master is in imminent danger. I beg the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites to save my master for the sake of this jade pendant!" Chu Yao's voice was already tearful.

"Hey! You slut, you don't understand what people say, right? Just get out if I tell you to!" The guard was a little impatient.

"Please! Go in and inform them!" Chu Yao knelt on the ground, holding the jade pendant in her hands.

"Who do you think you are? Are you worthy enough for me to come in and report? Get out of here right now, or don't blame me for being rude!" The guard had a cold face and his hand was already on the sword at his waist!

"What's all the fuss?"

At this time, a man with a pointed chin and monkey-like face and dressed in official robes slowly walked out from inside.

The guard who had just glared at him immediately smiled and lowered his head to greet him. "Sir, it's just a slave girl whining at the door, asking you to save her master with a jade pendant. I'm trying to drive her away!"

"Oh?" Yuan Weizhi, the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites, looked at the jade pendant in Chu Yao's hand and frowned slightly: "This is the jade pendant I once gave to a corpse tailor!"

"Yes!" Hope suddenly rose in Chu Yao's heart: "My master is the corpse tailor Ye Qianxuan! Please help me!"

"Oh, I see!" Yuan Weizhi nodded, then calmly took the jade pendant in his hand, and then stared at Chu Yao: "You seem familiar to me..."

"I remember now, you are Admiral Chu Zhengde's adopted daughter, Chu Yao!"

"Yes..." Chu Yao saw that she was recognized and no longer concealed it. She just said anxiously:

"Sir! Please, please save my master!"

Yuan Weizhi sneered, "You are a criminal, yet you left the palace fifty miles away. What crime should you be punished for?"

"Hmm?" Chu Yao was stunned by this sudden question and didn't know how to answer.

"Come here!" the Right Vice Minister of Rites said, "This woman is the daughter of a convicted official. Your Majesty has granted her a three-day pardon, but she has misbehaved and left the palace within fifty miles. Arrest her immediately and punish her severely!"

"I...I...I am willing to be punished! I only beg you, sir, to quickly save my master!"

Chu Yao bowed her head deeply, thinking that the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites was upright and honest, and would not tolerate any injustice!

It doesn’t matter if I suffer a little, as long as the master can come out!

"Haha, Mr. Li, the son of the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, was beaten by Ye Qianxuan for saving you. I heard about this from the top scholar last night!"

"This Ye Qianxuan really dares to show his teeth!"

"A lowly corpse-sewing dog, he wants me to go against the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue by using the jade pendant I once gave him?"

"How naive!"

Yuan Weizhiz threw the jade pendant to the ground, smashing it to pieces. Then he flicked his sleeves and strode towards the carriage not far away.

Chu Yao knelt on the ground in astonishment, and immediately wanted to grab Yuan Weizhi's boots to continue begging, but she didn't expect to be stepped on in the face by the guard!

"How dare you harass my master, you slut!" the guard sneered, "You and your master, the bottom of society, are nothing but playthings for my master."

"My master can let you live or die if you want!"

"My master is in a bad mood today, so I'm going to make you feel a life worse than death!"

Chu Yao let out wails that got louder and louder!

Ye Haomo, who was in the distance, just smiled coldly and bowed to Yuan Weizhizi to welcome him into the carriage!

Brother, didn’t you refuse to give me the jade pendant that belonged to the Right Vice Minister of Rites?

But now, that jade pendant can't save your life!

My status as the top scholar is worth countless jade pendants of yours!

What’s the point if you and I just don’t recognize each other?

After all, you are also my lowly brother!

Only the dead will never affect me!

Now, let me see how you die!

……

Anlu Academy.

A great scholar in a blue shirt sat in the first seat. He was horrified when he saw the poems presented by the disciples who had returned from the Honglu Temple!

Especially the poem "Wait until autumn comes on September 8th, when my flower blooms, all other flowers will die! The fragrance will penetrate Lin'an and the whole city will be covered with golden armor!" made the great scholar astonished!

The great scholar was none other than the dean of Anlu Academy, Kong Zhongzhi!

"Genius! This person is truly a genius! Is he a student of our academy? Is he in the academy now?"

Kong Zhongzhi stood up and asked anxiously.

The disciples below had already learned everything about Ye Qianxuan at the dinner yesterday, and they all answered with all they knew:

"He's not a student from our academy, but a corpse tailor on Corpse Street. His name is Ye Qianxuan!"

"Because I was angry at the Southern Wu rats mocking Dr. Qian Zhongda's integrity, I wrote this exquisite poem to fight back!"

"He also said that the poem was called 'Honglu Temple Fu Qian Zhong'!"

Kong Zhongzhi was even more surprised:

"A lowly corpse-sewer has such great talent!"

"You are lying to me!"

Many disciples kept their mouths shut.

To be honest, when they learned that Ye Qianxuan was just a corpse seamstress, they were full of disbelief.

Everything is of inferior quality, but reading is of high quality.

Since ancient times, scholars have been proud.

The scholars of Anlu Academy are even more proud.

If a lowly corpse tailor can write such a masterpiece as "When my flower blooms, all other flowers die", where can these scholars put their faces?

So at this moment, everyone actually has some negative emotions in their hearts.

"Alas, he must be a calm and uncompetitive person who doesn't care about fame or success, and only wants to spend his whole life studying the classics, like a scholar like me! That's why he uses the identity of a corpse tailor to cover it up!"

"I really want to have a spiritual connection with him!"

Kong Zhongzhi said softly.

Everyone nodded.

They didn't know Ye Qianxuan, but they knew their own dean, who had been indifferent to fame and fortune all his life. He refused to serve as an official in the court despite the empress's three announcements. He was a true great scholar!

Just as everyone was flattering Kong Zhongzhi, a student suddenly came to report:

"Dean, someone left a blood-soaked maidservant at the entrance of our academy. She kept repeating Ye Qianxuan's name..."

"Oh? Is it Mr. Ye's maid? Please come in quickly!" Kong Zhongzhi said.

Soon, Chu Yao was dragged in by two students.

Her body had multiple fractures and her skin was covered with scars. It was obvious that she had been tortured!

At this moment, Chu Yao had completely lost her strength and fainted.

"wake up."

Kong Zhongzhi said softly.

A righteous spirit roared towards Chu Yao!

In Confucian practice, there is no external strength, internal strength, or state of transformation.

Once one is able to resonate with the heaven and earth, one will enter the Grandmaster realm, where one can speak and act accordingly, which is even more powerful than the Grandmaster realm of martial arts!

Kong Zhongzhi is a master of Confucianism and Taoism!

Chu Leyao woke up instantly, but obviously didn't see the situation clearly. She just shouted in fear and panic:

"This servant is willing to be punished! I only ask the Right Minister to save my master, Ye Qianxuan!"

"Ye Qianxuan? Are you really Ye Qianxuan's maid?" Kong Zhongzhi's eyes widened instantly: "You said, little friend Ye is in trouble, right?"

Chu Yao instinctively replied with a righteous spirit:

"Yes, my master was captured by Li Xiuming, the son of the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue!"

Kong Zhongzhi was stunned for a moment, then stood up and said righteously:

"Young friend Qian Xuan wrote the 'Honglu Temple Ode to Qian Zhong' to mourn my beloved student and to promote the prestige of Anlu Academy. This is a great favor!"

"I, Kong Zhongzhi, am fascinated by you, my friend!"

"If two of us, who are equally indifferent to fame and fortune, were to get to know each other, it might be a wonderful story!"

"Young friend Qian Xuan is such a talented person, nothing can happen to him!"

For thousands of years, scholars have had only one biggest dream - to leave their names in history!

Qian Zhong exchanged poems with the poet sage and committed suicide by jumping into the sea to preserve the spirit of a scholar. However, this is still not enough to leave a name in history!

Ye Qianxuan spoke up for Qian Zhong in the Honglu Temple poetry competition and left behind a poem "Honglu Temple Fu Qian Zhong", which truly made Qian Zhong's name go down in history!

Qian Zhong's name will be passed down forever along with this quatrain. At the same time, whenever future scholars understand the background of this poem, Qian Zhong's life will come to life on paper!

Kong Zhongzhi didn't want to be an official, but he also wanted to leave his name in history!

It doesn’t matter whether he can write poetry or not. The main thing is that I don’t want to see such a talented person fall in vain at the hands of a playboy!

If I saved this friend Qian Xuan, and he happened to write a poem to express his gratitude, such as "In Memory of Zhong Zhi", that would be great!

"Treat Miss Chu Yao well. I will be back soon!"

"Wind blows!"

Kong Zhongzhi's words were followed by the law, and he immediately rode on the wind and left!