The Favoured Medical Princess: 315 Exposed

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Bai Muxiao glanced at Guan Yubai. The once famous young general stood there elegantly and calmly, with a faint smile on his lips. There was no trace of agility in his body.

If she hadn't known that he was a Mandarin scholar, she would have thought that he was a literati who pretended to be noble.

Bai Muxiao was relieved. This An Yihou was just a false prince. All his family members were killed by the emperor. He had no relatives, no military power, no political power, and even lost his martial arts. But even so, the emperor was still wary of him, and the officials did not dare to make friends with him.

The official saying is that the one you can rely on now is the emperor. Only by pleasing the emperor can you win a small foothold for him.

Thinking about it, Bai Muxiao calmed down, the clouds were as light as the wind, like orchids in an empty valley.

Guanyin Bai has a smile on his face and his voice is like the best warm jade, clear and unparalleled. "I know that Miss Bai is also an excellent lyricist. I would like to ask Miss Bai to write a song for the lyrics of "Shui Diao Ge Tou" with the theme of the bright moon. ..."

Hearing this, Bai Muxiao felt relieved. Since ancient times, poets and poets have loved praising the moon, and she has read a lot of poems of this type casually.

As she expected, Guan Yubai just took the opportunity to please the emperor. The legendary witty Guan Yubai was just a follower in the face of power.

The corners of Bai Muxiao's lips were slightly curved, and there was a hint of arrogance and pride in her smile. She was too careless in the past, and from now on she will never give anyone a chance to bully her.

Guan Yubai's gentle voice continued, "...it's just that, it seems a bit boring. How about adding some fun in another way, how about mixing "Bodhisattva Man" and "Shui Diao Ge Tou"?"

Bai Muxiao's smile froze on her face.

Knead? The official language is white...what does he mean?

"An Yihou, please tell me how you want to harmonize?" The emperor also had a hint of interest in his eyes. If the two word cards are blended together, it will naturally not be the inherent pattern of peace. If a new word card is born during the Mid-Autumn Festival tonight, It's also a beautiful thing.

Guan Yubai's face was calm and clear, and he suggested with a smile: "It just so happens that the last sentence of "Bodhisattva Man" has the same number of words as the last sentence of the upper and lower sections of "Shui Diao Ge Tou", and the oblique tones are also harmonious. How about exchanging the last two sentences of "Shui Diao Ge Tou" with the last sentence of "Bodhisattva Man"?"

The equivalence of the upper and lower sentences of "Shui Diao Ge Tou" is: "Zhong 廄中平廄,中仄仄平仄." Replace it with the last sentence of "Bodhisattva Man", then the new last sentence 俄 is: " Zhongzhezhepingping, Zhongpingzhongzheping."

Everyone was very interested when they heard it. Some people even asked the palace servants to get pens and ink, and wrote down the new words, pondering and humming.

Bai Muxiao's heart was completely cold, and her heart was filled with turmoil and uncertainty.

Replacement?

When she was attending boudoir school at Nangong's house, she also learned rhyme calligraphy, and she still understood Ping and Lei, but understanding and using them were two different things. The most important thing is that after replacing Ping Ze, it is no longer the "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" she knows!

What should she do?

Bai Muxiao was in a panic. She quickly glanced at Guan Yubai. Was this an accident or...

No, this is impossible!

The emperor looked at Bai Muxiao and asked with great interest: "Miss Bai, are you willing to give it a try?"

Bai Muxiao's face was extremely stiff, her lips moved slightly, and she was speechless.

"Miss Bai?"

The smile on the emperor's face faded slightly, and he looked a little unhappy.

Bai Muxiao knew that in this situation, he would never say "no", only...

Bai Muxiao took a deep breath and said, "Daughter of the people... obey your orders."

Soon, someone from the palace prepared pens, inks, paper and inkstones on a desk, polished the ink and laid out white paper for her.

Bai Muxiao sat down behind the desk, her back straight.

Time has become particularly difficult at this moment...

Bai Muxiao held the pen tightly. The pen was full of ink, but it never fell on the paper.

Bai Muxiao's mind went blank, and the pen in his hand seemed as heavy as a thousand pieces.

Seeing that she hadn't written for a long time, the people around her began to stir again. After all, Bai Muxiao's quick thinking was obvious to everyone in the past. She was always calm and confident, and her literary thoughts were flowing, but this time she seemed to have encountered something strange. Unprecedented problem, I couldn't write for a long time.

Bai Muxiao's silence and stiffness attracted more and more attention. Everyone was whispering and speculating. Even Han Lingfu looked worried and thought to himself: What's wrong with Xiao'er? Could it be that you are feeling unwell? Or is there any difficulty?

Nangong Yue's eyes gradually became complicated, and she looked deeply at Bai Muxiao. Everyone was still confused, but at this moment Nangong Yue was convinced.

In her previous life, Bai Muxiao had always been able to compose poems easily, and she would never think more than a cup of tea. It was as if she was really a literary star who was born to compose poems.

This is the first time Nangong Yue has seen Bai Muxiao being troubled by writing poems and lyrics...

It seems that the guesses of myself and Guan Yubai were indeed correct. Those poems written by Bai Muxiao were not her works!

Otherwise, how could someone who could create such a masterpiece be stumped by the discrepancy between Ping Ze and the original Ci Pai!

But how did Bai Muxiao obtain those poems of different styles, each of which is enough to be remembered for generations...

Yuan Yuyi pulled Nangong Yue's sleeve and asked with her eyes: Yue'er, what happened to your cousin today? Doesn't she do amazing things every time the situation becomes more urgent?

Nangong Yue smiled but said nothing.

Time was still passing by, and Bai Muxiao was as stiff as a puppet. She knew she had to write something, otherwise it would only arouse more suspicion.

She took a deep breath, finally gritted her teeth and picked up the wolf brush on the side, dipped it in ink and started writing.

Seeing that she seemed to have made up her mind, everyone's expressions relaxed. They felt that it was just the sudden change of Ping and Qi that made Bai Muxiao unable to change.

Bai Muxiao wrote stroke by stroke. He had never thought that writing was such a difficult thing.

Calligraphy is the state of mind and inner voice of the calligrapher.

The annoyance in her heart was revealed in every stroke.

After she finally put away her pen after exerting all her efforts, the palace servants at the side immediately helped her dry the ink, then picked up the white paper and began to read: "When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine."

Unlike the previous "Quiet Night Thoughts" which has a very dull opening, these two sentences made everyone present brighten their eyes, "When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine." Treat the blue sky as a friend and ask the wine. Extraordinarily bold and unrestrained, this opening line is already a masterpiece that has been handed down from generation to generation. It really does not look like it was written by a delicate little woman.

The palace man continued to recite: "I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky..."

At this time, the whole place was silent again, and everyone was immersed in it. Many ministers who loved poetry had closed their eyes in intoxication, and started shaking their heads as the palace officials chanted.

Until the palace man said: "Dancing to clear the shadows, how can it be like being in the human world?" Someone immediately showed a strange look. These two sentences are still good, but something seems to be wrong...

How could the palace man who was reciting the poem know the way of Ping and Lei? He didn’t understand what was wrong at all, so he continued to read aloud from the lower part of the palace: "Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, lower the Qi household, and the light will be sleepless. There should be no hatred, why should we stay away from each other for a long time? Time is round?..."

The commotion gradually subsided, because except for the wrong Ping and Lei of the last sentence in the upper sentence, the lower sentence was also incomparable. Especially those three sentences, "People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, the moon waxes and wanes, and this has never been the case in ancient times." It makes everyone who hears it feel the same, as if they are thinking of the pain of separation from relatives and friends, but they also have a glimmer of hope. After all, the moon is there. During the round time, people also have time to get together.

While everyone was sighing with emotion, the palace official finally finished reading the last two sentences: "I hope we will live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart."

The whole house was in an uproar!

If this is a song called "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", it is definitely an unprecedented and unprecedented masterpiece. From the layout to the setting to the wording, there are countless advantages. Every sentence that comes out makes people feel that it is meaningful and emotional.

But the problem is——

The article is wrong!

The lyrics composed by Bai Muxiao still follow the original tone of "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", whether it is "Dancing to clear the shadow, how can it be like being in the world?" or "I hope that people will live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart." They are all the same as the original "Shui Tiao Ge Tou": "Zhong Ze, Zhong Ze, Zhong Ze, Zhong Ze, Zhong Ze, Zhong Ze, Zhong Ze, Zhong Ze, Zhong Ze, Zhong Ze, Zhong Ze, Zhong Ze, Zhong Ze and Zhong Ze."

It's like writing an article, no matter how good the article is, how high the intention, and how beautiful the words and sentences are, once the article is not on point, it will be inferior.

The format of Bai Muxiao's song is wrong. If it were an exam or competition, he would be the first to be disqualified.

The emperor's face didn't look good and he didn't speak for a long time. Originally, the song "When Will the Bright Moon Come" during the Mid-Autumn Festival was a great story, but Bai Muxiao made a mistake.

How could this Bai Muxiao even get Ping and Qi wrong?

Graduate Scholar Chen said with emotion: "The faults do not hide the merits. This song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" has a lofty intention, a novel conception, and a fresh and picturesque artistic conception."

"That's right." Another minister said, "'May we live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away'. If the words and sentences were changed for the sake of equality, I'm afraid it might not be so subtle." The minister couldn't help but think: Could it be that Bai Muxiao had been there for a long time? Are you unwilling to write? Is it because of this?

"Even if it is a good work, if it is wrong, it is a big mistake!" Another person said. This person looked at Bai Muxiao doubtfully. If this woman could write such beautiful verses, could she really not be able to think of other verses to deal with the new situation?

I always feel a little weird!

Everyone expressed their opinions, and the discussion became more and more intense.

Among the Baiyue envoys at the rear, Saint Maiden lowered her eyes thoughtfully. Although she didn't know why Bai Muxiao made such a flaw, in her opinion, it is not difficult to correct it. Even though the poems will not be as good as they are now, the entire poem is excellent. Even if there are a few weaker sentences, the flaws will not be concealed and it will not cause controversy...

It’s okay to say that Bai Muxiao is everyone, everyone always has their own feelings. But she was just a commoner's girl. If she was so arrogant in front of the emperor, she would not have been reduced to just a concubine.

Taking a step back, even if Bai Muxiao really couldn't bear to part with these two beautiful sentences, he could have written two different versions based on the original Pingqi and the new Pingqi. But she didn't do it. Could it be because...she couldn't do it?

Or maybe Bai Muxiao is good at composing poetry, but he actually has a big shortcoming, that is, he is not good at writing poems?

Zhang Yi narrowed her eyes slightly. This idea made her feel ridiculous. Rhyme book is the foundation among foundations, and any enlightened person will definitely learn it. How could a person who can create so many masterpieces be incompetent at ordinary things?

Zhang Yi looked up at Bai Muxiao meaningfully, looking at her eyes that were embarrassed and uneasy under the gaze of everyone.

At this time, Mr. Li from the Hanlin Academy stepped forward and suggested: "Miss Bai, your song "When Will the Bright Moon Come" is indeed a masterpiece, but the text is not on the topic, which always makes people feel that it has flaws. . How about this, girl, modify it? Wouldn’t that be the best of both worlds?"

Master Li's suggestion immediately caused everyone to whisper again. Most people felt that this idea was indeed a good one. Even Han Lingfu felt his eyes lit up. This was a great opportunity for Xiaoer to save the situation!

As long as you think carefully, you will definitely be able to come up with a suitable sentence.

With Xiaoer’s talent, there will definitely be no problem!

What no one expected was that Bai Muxiao remained silent for a long time. When everyone was about to start a commotion again, Bai Muxiao said slowly: "Master Li, please forgive me for being a female." Her breath A little impatient, but still calm as he said, "Now that this poem has been completed, it has life like a baby, and I can't destroy it."

Her chin was slightly raised, and the silver moonlight covered her with a hazy veil, making her look noble and noble.

A young Hanlin in his early twenties looked thoughtfully at Bai Muxiao with a hint of respect in his eyes. This song "When Will the Bright Moon Come" is so extraordinary that everyone who listens to it is impressed by it.

A few other officials were also touched, but most of them were still skeptical and felt that Bai Muxiao's remarks were a bit far-fetched.

Guan Yubai looked at this scene calmly. As far as he was concerned, he just wanted to find out who those poems came from. Now that his goal had been achieved, he didn't care at all what happened next. After all, Bai Muxiao was just an insignificant person to him.

The emperor's eyes darkened slightly and his expression was deep and unreadable. After a while, he suddenly said to Guan Yubai: "An Yihou, you asked this question. What do you think of this poem?"

"Your Majesty." Guan Yubai smiled slightly and said calmly, "This word is enough to be remembered for centuries, but it is a pity..."

What a pity, the official language was not spoken, but the underlying meaning was obvious.

Seeing the emperor looking at her with more and more doubts, Bai Muxiao finally couldn't control the impatience in her heart and blurted out: "What does An Yihou mean by this?"

The corners of Guan Yubai's lips curled up into a half-smile, and he said pointedly: "...If I ask another question, would Miss Bai be willing to give it a try?"

He knows!

He actually really knows!

Bai Muxiao suddenly felt like five thunders were hitting his head, and his mind went blank for an instant.

It turns out that what happened today was not an impromptu decision, but something he did deliberately... How is this possible? ! These poems she wrote have no origin at all. Why would he know about them? !

Unconsciously, Bai Muxiao's back was dripping with cold sweat. In front of Guan Yubai, she looked as ridiculous as a clown. He seemed to be able to easily see through everything about her, right down to her soul.

Although she tried to remain calm, her pale face and chaotic eyes revealed her true feelings.

The emperor kept looking at her, and at this moment, he was sure! How dare this bold folk girl deceive the emperor to such an extent!

Everyone looked at each other in confusion. Guan Yubai wanted to ask another question, but Bai Muxiao did not dare to respond. He even reacted so fiercely. There must be something fishy about this!

Even Han Lingfu felt something was wrong at this moment. Bai Muxiao's panicked eyes raised questions one after another in his mind. He could no longer deceive himself. There was indeed something wrong with Xiao'er!

But no matter what, everyone knows that Xiaoer is his woman. If she loses her face in front of everyone, his face will not be much better.

Han Lingfu composed himself, took a step forward, pretended to be nonchalant and said with a smile: "Father, although the poems are elegant, they still need to be filled with human fireworks. It's almost garrison time now, and the banquet in Mingyu Hall has been prepared. I wonder if my father wants to show off at the Mingyu Palace?"

His move was so sudden that even a fool could see that he was trying to save Bai Muxiao.

For a time, Han Lingfu suddenly became the focus of everyone's attention. The people who were originally suspicious suddenly felt that they were the truth because of Han Lingfu's words.

In the crowd, a beautiful middle-aged woman couldn't help but said to her friend: "Miss Bai is so talented, how could she make such a mistake today?"

"Yes." The friend also agreed and said casually, "It's not like she doesn't understand Ping Ze, right?"

"Mrs. Wang, are you kidding? You don't know how to compose lyrics for Pingqi?" said an oval-faced girl, "I have heard two lyrics written by Miss Bai at Jinxinhui. Not only are Pingchi correct, but they are also incomparably brilliant. Enough to be remembered for eternity."

"Then why An Yihou only revised a few lines in "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", but Miss Bai couldn't do it?" A young woman asked everyone's doubts.

"Could it be that those words in the past were not written by her?" The oval-faced girl guessed hesitantly. At first, she felt that her guess was ridiculous, but after thinking about it more carefully, she felt that the only way to explain Bai Muxiao's behavior at this moment was Something's wrong.

People's speculations inevitably reached the emperor's ears, making him even more angry.

I was deceived by her and praised her poems repeatedly. Now that I think about it, it is like a joke. Maybe others will think that I, the emperor, have no vision!

No matter how angry the emperor was, it was inconvenient to question Bai Muxiao in front of everyone.

After all, Bai Muxiao represented Dayu and defeated Baiyue Saint in Jinxinhui's poetry competition. If Bai Muxiao was questioned for fraud, wouldn't it mean that Baiyue Saint won four consecutive championships in Jinxinhui? ? That would really disgrace Dayu!

The emperor no longer wanted to think deeply and said coldly: "Show me the Mingyu Palace!" He waved his sleeves and strode forward, his behavior clearly showing displeasure.

Having a good Mid-Autumn Festival moon-viewing ruins all the fun!

Han Lingfu also felt uncomfortable. The discussion just now seemed to provide an answer to the countless doubts in his heart, an answer that was simply unacceptable to him. If Xiaoer's poems were really not written by her, then she had been lying to him all along?

He was deceived by the woman he loved most...

Han Lingfu did not dare to look at Bai Muxiao, for fear that he would not be able to help but want to ask clearly.

Han Lingfu closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and quickly followed the emperor.

Soon, all the ministers and female relatives followed the emperor's footsteps and left. No one paid attention to Bai Muxiao anymore, leaving her standing alone. The surroundings were terrifyingly quiet, even the sound of insects could be heard. Clearly audible.

She stood there, looking at the departing figure of someone in the crowd from a distance. He was still so elegant and noble, as if he was an immortal...

He gradually walked away, never looking back at her from beginning to end,...did he not want her anymore?

Her heart ached so much that she could hardly breathe, and a flame of humiliation and unwillingness ignited in her heart...

Why did they harm her like this? !

Why? !

Her mind was so confused that she didn't even notice that Zhang Yi glanced at her specifically when he left.

Zhui Yi and A Chida were walking at the end of the crowd, and saw the latter smiling sarcastically: "It turns out that the words at the Jinxin Conference were not written by her. ... However, Da Emperor Yu seems to be afraid to admit it."

"The Jinxinhui has passed. Even though Emperor Dayu has not made a conclusion on this matter, she is still the leader of the Wensai of the Jinxinhui." Bai Yi thought very clearly, "In the final analysis, we are in a strong position. Weak, His Highness is still in the hands of Emperor Dayu. Now that things have happened, we can no longer question the agreement of Jinxinhui... Originally I was worried that Bai Muxiao was high-spirited and it would be difficult for her to easily accept the cooperation, but Now, I am 90% sure."

"Your Highness the Saint, when do you plan to go?"

"There's no rush." ​​Zhang Yi said thoughtfully, "It won't be too late for me to go when she's desperate... It shouldn't be long." This time she will definitely make a great contribution to redeem her last time. It's too easy to understand.

As Zhang Yi expected, Bai Muxiao soon reached a point of desperation.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, rumors spread unknowingly in Yinglan's palace that she had appropriated other people's poems. It was even said that those poems were written by a failed scholar, and Bai Muxiao used to finance his studies. In exchange for him writing poems and lyrics for himself, the speculations during this period were occasionally fragrant, as if the third prince had already been covered by a green cloud.

As soon as Bai Muxiao steps out of Lanzhuzhai, everyone will look at her with disdain.

Plagiarism is the most despised behavior.

How much they admired her "written" poems in the past, but now how much they dislike her character.

Even Han Lingfu became much colder towards her, and even never appeared in front of her for several days in a row, and he no longer had the same courtesy as before.

Everyone in the palace is a human spirit. Seeing that the third prince was very fond of this unmarried concubine, they were all very warm and attentive to her. But now, when she discovered that she seemed to have fallen out of favor, she immediately changed. Not only did her maid have to go to the big kitchen to get her meals, but even if she wanted to take a bath, it would take an hour or two for her to ask for hot water.

Bai Muxiao originally thought that the days after she was brought back to Bai Mansion from Nangong Mansion would be the most humiliating time in her life. However, at that time, she had the status of the third prince's concubine, so the White House would not treat her too lightly. And now...

She once thought that even without Han Lingfu, she could live well alone and start a new relationship. However, reality seemed to laugh at her innocence, showing her cruelty again and again. the truth.

"Big girl." Bihen entered the room carrying a three-layer food box and said softly, "Dinner has been brought. Do you want to eat?"

Bai Muxiao nodded, Bihen put the food box on the table and took off the lid. She paused and said with a forced smile: "Miss, I seem to have picked up the wrong slave, slave..." As she said this, she was about to close the lid.

"Let me have a look." Bai Muxiao reached out to stop her, took the food box and looked at it.

Her portion was four dishes, one soup and two plates of snacks. The edible box only had a plate of the most common white sugar cake, a plate of green leafy vegetables and a bowl of soup that had long since gone cold. Other than that, there was nothing else. Other things.

The food was getting worse day by day. She had been mentally prepared for it, but she didn't expect that she would do it so shamelessly.

Is this the warmth and warmth of human relationships?

"The kitchen must have made a mistake." Bihen said hurriedly, "The slave will change it now."

"No need, so as not to make people laugh." Bai Muxiao waved weakly and said, "...take it and share it, and leave me alone."

Bihen and Biluo looked at each other, then quietly retreated with their food boxes in hand.

Bai Muxiao walked to the window alone. It was dark outside, and the thick night seemed to swallow up her heart.

"Why, why do they want to harm me?"

In the past few days, she kept recalling the events of the Mid-Autumn Festival day and night. She was almost certain that it was a trap set by Xiao Yi and Guan Yubai against herself.

She has never had any grudges with Xiao Yi. Xiao Yi must have done this because someone instigated her, and Nangong Yue was the only one who could be so shameless.

It’s Nangong Yue! It must be her!

Bai Muxiao clenched her fists tightly, with deep-seated hatred on her face...