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

The next day, early in the morning.

Ye Qianxuan woke up from the bed, and all the spiritual energy in the raw stone pendant in his hand had been absorbed by him.

However, Ye Qianxuan's cultivation level still did not improve at all.

Before reaching the peak of external strength, one advances to a new level almost every day.

But now that he has the Zhenwu Qi Refining Technique and practices the Zhenwu Seven Styles every day, he still finds it difficult to take the step into internal strength.

No wonder some external force warriors can hardly take even a single step towards internal force in their entire life. There is a reason for this.

It’s quite difficult to cheat by yourself!

Chu Yao has already gone to invite Kong Zhongzhi, while Ye Qianxuan went to the backyard to check on the sweet potatoes in the plant ripening array. They are almost grown!

Ye Qianxuan dug out the sweet potatoes, and then divided the vines into several parts and planted them again.

It won’t be long before the whole yard will be filled with sweet potatoes!

Ye Qianxuan took out three sweet potatoes and placed them on the red stove lid.

The sweet potatoes roasted in this winter stove are the most fragrant!

Soon, the sweet potato began to sizzle with oil, filling the house with fragrance!

"Squeak!"

The door was pushed open, and Chu Yao came in first and bowed: "President Kong, please."

"Haha! My dear! Your maid said you were going to have a banquet featuring sweet potatoes!"

"What is this sweet potato? Why have I never heard of it?"

"Could it be that this is the elegant name you gave to potatoes? Are you planning to write a poem about it?"

Kong Zhongzhi, dressed in a Confucian robe, came in and said with a hearty laugh.

Ye Qianxuan was speechless. Kong Zhongzhi's mind was really full of poetry!

A poetry maniac!

In that case, I might as well give him a song!

"Dean Kong, this sweet potato is a new variety I cultivated. Please come and try it!"

"If Dean Kong is interested, I can also compose a poem for this sweet potato."

"Oh? Really! It's really elegant to make friends with Mr. Ye!" Kong Zhongzhi immediately became interested and sat opposite Ye Qianxuan.

Ye Qianxuan handed a sweet potato to Kong Zhongzhi and Chu Yao, and taught them to peel and eat it. Then he said with a smile: "Dean Kong, please taste the sweet potato first. Let me think about the poem first."

Chu Yao couldn't wait to take a bite of the sweet potato first. Afterwards, her scalded mouth smacked with laughter. Her eyes sparkled as she said, "Ah! So sweet! Master, this sweet potato is so delicious!"

Kong Zhongzhi seemed much more polite. He gently broke off a small piece, waited for it to cool down, and put it in his mouth. The fragrant, soft and sweet taste exploded in Kong Zhongzhi's mouth at that moment!

"This thing should only exist in nature, how often can we hear about it in the world?"

"My dear, how did you cultivate such a delicious variety?"

"Delicious! It's so delicious!"

Kong Zhongzhi looked at Ye Qianxuan in surprise and asked in shock, "My friend, besides being able to sew corpses, compose poetry, and invent things, you also know the art of farming?"

"It's just so-so." Ye Qianxuan said modestly, "If Dean Kong likes it, I still have two sweet potatoes left. Feel free to give them to Dean Kong."

"Such a precious item has cost Ye Xiaoyou a lot of money!"

Kong Zhongzhi bowed and said that he also wanted to take the sweet potatoes back for his old colleagues to taste, so he did not refuse.

Ugh!

Think about it!

He is a dignified Minister of the Ministry of Rites, yet he comes to the house of a corpse tailor to beg for money!

If this gets out, it will be really hilarious!

How much ability does this young friend Ye Qianxuan have that he can hide from me?

"Dean Kong, my poem is ready. Please appreciate it!" Ye Qianxuan selected a poem in his mind and then recited it:

"Sweet potatoes have been in season for a long time, but chestnuts and firewood are useless in the fields. I have always protected my father, the king, but I still remember the old sages who tilled the fields and admired him."

At that moment, Kong Zhongzhi, with sweet potato flesh on the corner of his mouth, was like a sculpture, silent for a long time.

At the same time, the fragrance, softness and sweetness of the sweet potato, along with this poem, exploded in his heart again!

This poem not only describes the growth process of this new crop, sweet potato, but also expresses the memory of the hard work of the sages in the past!

It has both realistic descriptions and a good structure!

great poem!

"In just a few minutes, Mr. Ye has created such a great poem. I really admire him!"

A sour feeling arose in Kong Zhongzhi's heart.

Damn!

You can sew demon corpses, plant sweet potatoes, invent honeycomb coal, and even write famous quotes that will be passed down through the ages so quickly!

You have already pretended to be so cool, how can others pretend to be so cool?

"What is the name of this poem?" Kong Zhongzhi asked tentatively.

"This poem was inspired by watching President Kong working in seclusion in Kuaiji Village!"

"Why not call it 'To Zhongzhi'?"

"I wonder what Dean Kong thinks?"

Ye Qianxuan immediately bowed and started to flatter him.

"'To Zhongzhi' is a good name, 'To Zhongzhi' is a good name!"

"Oh my! My friend! You think too highly of me! How can I possibly be worthy of the title of 'Ancient Sage'?"

"Hahahaha!"

This flattery hit the mark for Kong Zhongzhi, and the sour feeling in his heart disappeared immediately. He was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth, and his face was as smiling as a chrysanthemum!

This sweet potato is so delicious, if it is promoted, it will definitely spread all over the world!

And by then, this song "To Zhongzhi" will definitely be sung among students!

It would be hard not to become famous and leave your name in history!

It is a great blessing in life to have an association with someone as talented in poetry as Ye Xiaoyou!

Pretend!

It would be better if Ye Xiaoyou pretends to be awesome!

Then, if he could write famous lines that would be passed down through the ages and have his name added to them, wouldn’t that achievement, which would go down in history, be easily within his grasp?!

"President Kong, I asked you to come here this time because I have something to ask of you!"

Ye Qianxuan took advantage of Kong Zhongzhi's happiest moment and told him his plan at the right time.

To put it simply, it is hoped that Kong Zhongzhi will find a way to report the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites when he goes to court tomorrow, and ask the Empress to investigate his various sources of funds.

Yuan Weizhong accepted bribes from students and controlled the Jiaofangsi, so he must have embezzled a lot of money.

Ye Qianxuan wanted to use this to defeat Yuan Weizhong.

Kong Zhongzhi already owed Ye Qianxuan a big favor for the honeycomb coal issue, and now he was so happy to receive a poem from Ye Qianxuan that he would not refuse. He waved his hand and said:

"As a figure like one of the 'ancient sages', I, Kong Zhongzhi, have no choice but to do this to eliminate harm for the country and the people!"

"My dear friend, come with me to the court tomorrow morning!"

"See if you've seen me speak out in the courtroom and if you've gained any insights similar to those you've seen me work at. Then write a few more poems!"

In the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, officials of the third rank and above were allowed to bring one assistant to court, which was not a big deal.

Ye Qianxuan smiled awkwardly, unable to refuse, so he could only bow and say, "Then you will definitely gain some insights!"

"Thank you, Dean Kong!"

……

Morning next day.

Ye Qianxuan and Kong Zhongzhi went together.

As an assistant to the Minister of Rites, he stood outside the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

The morning court process was very boring, and Ye Qianxuan was also bored outside. Under the warm winter sun, he leaned against the big golden nanmu pillar and fell drowsy!

All I heard was people shouting things like "The Ministry of Revenue's treasury is empty", "Cut spending", "Silver" and so on.

Until the empress suddenly uttered a phoenix sound, which exploded in Ye Qianxuan's ears:

"Master Ye, what do you think?"