The eldest son is fierce

In a moment, the entire Qi family was empty.

In the hall, only Lu Ci and Qi Wendao were left, slumped in their chairs and still dazed.

Qi Wendao was especially confused at this moment. Everyone was happily celebrating their victory just now, but how come in just a moment, they were the only two left?

What kind of poem did that bastard Tang Yi write to scare his colleagues like this? Even his excuses were a mess; he was clearly panicking.

"Go, give me the paper." Qi Wendao pointed at the paper under Lu Ci's feet and said.

He didn't know what poem was written on the paper. After all, he was the boss and had to maintain his dignity. He couldn't just squeeze together with a bunch of younger brothers to read the manuscript, right?

The butler hurried over, picked up the paper and respectfully handed it to Qi Wendao.

Qi Wendao took the poem and glanced at it, then he jumped up from the armchair, his eyes suddenly widening...

"This bastard! This bastard!"

After digesting the main idea of ​​the poem, Qi Wendao felt a chill in his chest.

The two poems are very well written, very straightforward but full of irony. They call the Minister of Justice a fool and the cabinet minister Wang Wenxiu a shameless old man with a mere title.

A nobleman is free from trouble and disaster, a pear tree overshadows a crabapple tree... Wow, what an apt description!

No wonder his group of friends were so upset and all hurried back home. If Tang Yi really wrote a mocking poem on the door, their reputation would be ruined.

"Come here, have someone watch at the gate. When Tang Yi comes, call me old man."

"Whether it's the front door, the back door, the middle door, or the side door, from now on, I'll be here for twelve hours."

Qi Wendao directly gave the order that Tang Yi should not be given any chance to take advantage of, otherwise he would also be in trouble.

"Yes, sir."

The butler saluted respectfully, glanced at Lu Ci again, and said, "Master, then Minister Lu..."

Qi Wendao's gaze fell on Lu Ci, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes. Fortunately, he did not force himself to step forward today, otherwise Tang Yi might have looked for him first.

"Tell someone to send Minister Lu back to the mansion first! Be careful."

Qi Wendao raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows. Now he didn't even have the heart to comfort Lu Ci.

……

What the ministers didn't know was that Tang Yi was just bluffing.

He was a science student, not a liberal arts student, and he only remembered a few sarcastic poems. How could he come up with so many sarcastic poems?

If you write it yourself, it will be exposed in minutes!

However, with the first two poems as a foundation, the group of civil servants were still frightened.

"Lord of Loyalty and Bravery, please don't go too far... No, no, Lord, we are all officials in the same court, colleagues, please don't make things so awkward."

In front of the Minister of Rites' residence, Fu Wentao stopped Tang Yi, who was holding a big sword, with a stiff smile.

He came back just in time. Seeing Tang Yi holding a big sword and chopping at the door again and again, he felt like the sky was falling. He was so scared that he jumped off the carriage and blocked the door with his hands.

This guy nailed Wang Wenxiu and Lu Ci to the pillar of shame with just two poems. It's okay to be brothers for the sake of everyone, but it's better not to get involved in something like being cursed for thousands of years.

"I heard that Minister Fu was very arrogant at the morning court today!" Tang Yi leaned on the sword with both hands, smiling playfully.

This old thief is not a good person. The evidence of Tang Hua's fraud is in his hands. For a period of time, in his plan, this guy was destined to die.

Now, it's just an unnecessary pest!

"Ahem, Marquis Zhongyong, you can't say that!"

Fu Wentao tried hard to maintain a smile and said, "I am the Minister of Rites, in charge of etiquette and law. I was targeting the matter, not the person. Yes, I was targeting the matter, not you."

"After all, Princess Dongyu has no status or position in your house, which is against etiquette..."

Tang Yi raised his chin towards Fu Wentao and said, "Since it's against etiquette, then please do me a favor. You are in charge of etiquette, right? Please write a memorial to His Majesty, saying that the Ministry of Rites is willing to help bring Princess Dongyu and me together."

Fu Wentao's face twitched suddenly, "Fuck you, you really dare to think about it!"

Qin Shujian is the most beloved princess of the Dongyu Emperor. Even if it's a marriage alliance, the one she's marrying into will at least be a prince. You're just a dog under the emperor's command. Marriage alliance? Are you worthy?

"My Lord, you are putting me in a difficult position..."

Fu Wentao naturally refused without a second thought, but before he could finish his words, he saw Tang Yi pick up the sword again and sneered at him, as if to say, "Get out of the way so that he doesn't get hurt."

Obviously, if he doesn't agree, this guy will definitely give him the title of the poem today.

He originally wanted to get angry and sue the emperor, but he didn't dare. This guy must have gotten the emperor's approval to do this.

If he wants to sue...I guess he can't even enter the palace.

Thinking of this, Fu Wentao felt so frustrated! He couldn't beat her, and he couldn't win even if he scolded her. What could he do? He was also very desperate!

"Okay, since you've asked me, Lord, I have to give you this favor."

"Tomorrow I will help you write a memorial to His Majesty, to see if Princess Dongyu can be included in the negotiations, but I cannot guarantee that it will succeed..."

Fu Wentao stared at Tang Yi, gritting his teeth in hatred.

"You're sensible. Thank you for your hard work."

Tang Yi immediately put away his sword, put it behind his back, turned around and left.

After taking two steps, he turned his head and winked at Fu Wentao: "Then I will wait for your good news. If there is no good news, I will come to see you in a few days."

"When the time comes, I will convene the first Kyoto Poetry Exhibition outside your Minister's Mansion."

After saying this, Tang Yi waved politely at Fu Wentao before turning and leaving.

Fu Wentao looked at Tang Yi's back and was so angry that he kicked and kicked him. This bastard actually dared to threaten him openly. Holding a poetry exhibition means that the poems he wrote would not just be one, but would be engraved all over the Minister's Mansion.

The Minister's Mansion will instantly become a wonder of Kyoto!

"Damn it, damn it, you little bastard, just wait for me!"

"When the Prime Minister returns to Kyoto, he will definitely put you in a dilemma of life or death."

Fu Wentao was furious. Fan Yong was not in Kyoto, which prevented them from doing many things. Otherwise, how could they allow Tang Yi to be so arrogant?

"Oh, Lord Tang is here. We've prepared a banquet. Come inside and have a couple of drinks together."

"Haha, little brother Tang, it's just a small matter, why are you mobilizing so many people?"

"Young man, don't be so angry. Impulse is the devil..."

"..."

Tang Yi went to a few more places, but all the officials on the list rushed back. When they saw him, they were all furious, but they all put on a smile and were quite polite to him.

"Okay, since you're so polite, I'll give you this favor. But hehe, next time I show up, it'll be two songs."

Tang Yi also had a pleasant chat with them. They didn't seem like enemies with a strong grudge against each other, but more like good friends who had met again after a long separation.

But after Tang Yi left, all the major families were furious and cursed his ancestors for eighteen generations.

"Haha, so cool, so cool, haha..."

"I really didn't expect that this kid could break through the situation like this. Why didn't I think of it?"

On the carriage back to the palace, Emperor Yanwen listened to Chen Diaosi's report, and his devilish laughter echoed in the bustling streets.

Countless people stopped to watch and pointed at the carriage.