Chapter 47: Each Has His Own Opinion
The three people each have their own opinion.
This was also within the expectations of the people in Du Palace and everyone else.
After all, at this time, even if he admitted that he had made a mistake, he would probably not be able to escape punishment.
Looking up, His Majesty's face was terribly gloomy... Who would dare to take the risk?
But how can these three get out of this?
"Your Majesty! You know that Jiaoyang is well-known for her talent. Who in the capital doesn't know her good literary talent?" Concubine Pei did not expect that her niece would be involved in such a matter.
She naturally believed that her niece would not plagiarize, so she stood up for her with confidence.
The emperor felt a little distressed when he saw Concubine Pei's sad look.
He stroked his beard and said, "Princess Jiaoyang, please stand up first. I have read your poems before, and I don't think you would do such a thing."
"Thank you, Your Majesty. I don't know why...this happened!" Pei Wanqing looked aggrieved and pretended to wipe away her tears.
The emperor looked at the remaining two and asked, "What do you two have to say?"
"Your Majesty, I have never had any reputation for talent, but I also have a stupid pen name that outsiders say I have." Fang Miaozhu was anxious to prove her innocence.
"Oh? You have one too? What's your name?" The emperor raised his chin and looked at her carefully. He had no impression of the girl in front of him.
Fang Miaozhu folded her arms across her chest and said, "Your Majesty, I am the author of the book that is popular among the people—Bixu Lang."
"What? Did you hear that? She said she was Bixulang!"
As soon as she finished speaking, there was an exclamation from behind.
It’s not that everyone has forgotten the rule that you shouldn’t shout in front of His Majesty.
This news is really too unbelievable!
That’s Bixulang!
The storybooks widely circulated in Beijing were all written by her!
Even if they haven't seen him, many people have heard about this Bixulang from their family members.
"How is that possible... Miss, please don't talk nonsense just to excuse yourself!"
Fang Miaozhu looked at the lady and said calmly, "There's really no need for me to tell such a lie."
"Your Majesty, please send someone to the largest bookstore in the capital to ask and you will know that what I said is true."
"If I plagiarize the poem, it would also be a crime of deceiving the emperor. I don't have the courage to do that!"
Hearing her confidence, everyone began to believe her a little.
However, her appearance really broke the hearts of many women.
Everyone had always thought he was a passionate young man, but now, upon closer inspection, he was actually just a young girl...
However, everyone now recognized her writing style.
Bixulang's works are indeed full of ups and downs. Even though the words are not gorgeous enough, they are still soul-stirring.
The stories she wrote covered a wide range of topics, including the lonely smoke in the desert, the dangerous rivers and lakes, the underwater heaven... each one makes people feel like they are there!
Many women in the boudoir appreciated the beauty of rivers and streams through her writings, and a group of admirers emerged.
Although the emperor had never heard of the storybook, seeing the crowd's reaction, he simply asked, "Roujia, tell me, who is this Bixulang?"
"Your Majesty, Bixulang is the author of the Beijing vernacular novels. This author has indeed appeared in the past six months and is very popular." Ding Momo explained.
The emperor frowned.
He was skeptical.
However, this at least proves that this poem may indeed have been written by her.
He hesitated a bit, temporarily letting her escape this round of questioning.
Finally, he looked at Pu Qiongzhi again, "I remember you, the owner of Ruilou."
"Your Majesty is wise." Pu Qiongzhi bowed.
The emperor glanced at the eldest princess and said, "I remember that you have done a lot of practical things for the people."
"It's my duty to do this." Pu Qiongzhi said humbly.
The emperor stroked his beard and said, "I believe you would not do such a thing."
"Thank you, Your Majesty! Although I come from a merchant family, I was well-educated at home." Pu Qiongzhi said, but she mentioned another thing to comfort herself, "This poetry gathering was organized by me."
"Your Majesty, when I was young, I traveled with my father and visited the frontier. I know how hard life is for the people there, how scarce they are in need of everything. The foreigners outside the frontier are also trying to make a living, so they repeatedly invade our Daliang border, killing, injuring, and looting."
"It is precisely because of this that I feel Your Majesty's order to open up trade was wise! Because you are such an enlightened monarch, the people of the border areas can enjoy the good life they have today."
"It was with this feeling that I wrote this poem. On the one hand, I felt deeply for the soldiers who had fought in the previous battles, and on the other hand, I remembered your contribution to Daliang."
Pu Qiongzhi said this so beautifully that everyone couldn't help but admire her.
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone stood up and shouted, "Your Majesty is wise! Peace to the world!"
The emperor slowly stood up, tears streaming down his face, and helped Pu Qiongzhi up. "Good child. I know you are a thoughtful person and would never do such a thing!"
A gentleman's word is as good as gold. Now that he has said this, Pu Qiongzhi has completely gotten rid of suspicion.
Even if everyone believed in Pei Wanqing and Fang Miaozhu's writing skills, at this point, they had to doubt these two people.
One of them is a girl in the boudoir, and I don’t know if the other one has such a broad mind. She doesn’t seem like the author of this poem.
At the moment, the situation has once again become confusing.
Du Ke on the stage asked the other two to share their creative ideas.
"Although I don't know this, I have always longed for the frontier. In my restaurant, Yuelai Inn, in Kyoto, there is a waiter who fled from the frontier to Kyoto to make a living!"
"I often heard him talk about stories from the frontier, and I once wrote a storybook based on these stories."
"Today's poetry competition is testing frontier poems, and I was reminded of these stories, so I wrote this lyric!"
Fang Miaozhu strung these things together, true and false, and it really sounded like that.
She was only thankful that she had felt compassion when she saw the refugees and had taken one in to work in her restaurant.
Sure enough, people still have to do good things, there must be a cause for every effect!
After she finished speaking, many people behind her recalled every detail and found that what she said did seem to be true.
Everyone looked at Pei Wanqing standing aside.
Pei Wanqing bowed slightly, then stood up and said, "Your Majesty, I often hear my father speak of his deep concern for the people living on the border. He would occasionally share some of his thoughts with me, urging me to do more good deeds and understanding that today's life is hard-earned."
"Although I have never personally witnessed the frontier, I have heard a great deal about it from my father. Thinking of the hardships endured by the Gongning Earl's family during the campaigns, and the difficulties faced by the Princess and the late Emperor in establishing their business, I have written this poem."
There was nothing wrong with her statement, especially since she was not at all nervous when she talked about these things, leaving no room for doubt.
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