Yan'er had already been hit by fifty boards and lay on the ground outside the main hall like a pile of mud, ignoring his life or death.

The imperial guards standing outside the door all had solemn and even awe-inspiring expressions, as if they would capture him at any time and take him as if they would take him to take him as a scepter.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Lin immediately felt that something must have happened, and his heart became even more uneasy, like a tiny mouse in a cage, beating rapidly in his chest.

"Search your body~" Wu Chang, the eunuch in front of the emperor, appeared, waved his whisk and said expressionlessly.

Two guards immediately came up and prepared to search Zhang Lin's body.

"You still need to search?" Zhang Lin took two steps back, with a look of astonishment on his face.

"Men in Ji County, I'm sorry, our family is responsible for the safety of the emperor." Wu Chang said selflessly. He had seen the extremely powerful seven-star magic stick carried by Zhang Lin, and even the most powerful masters could subdue it. If he had done this to the emperor, the consequences would be unimaginable.

At this time, Zhang Lin had no choice but to let him search. Who told him to expose the power of his seven-star magic stick to the public?

The two guards fumbled on Zhang Lin for a while, searched out the Seven-Star Magic Stick, and handed it to Wu Chang.

"Get in." Wu Chang pointed at the gate of the main hall with a whisk and said coldly.

At this moment, Shangyang Palace was like a dragon's and tiger's den, full of unknowns and dangers for Zhang Lin. He really didn't want to go in, but he couldn't decide his fate, so he could only take a deep breath and step into the main hall.

There were many pieces of porcelain scattered on the ground. Shangguan Wan'er knelt on the ground with her back to the palace gate, her head hanging deep, almost to her chest. Two palace maids crawled on the ground, her head buried in her arms. One of the women's back seemed familiar. Zhang Lin did not deliberately explore who it was. Wu Zetian stood next to the dragon case with his back to the palace gate, without saying a word, with supreme majesty and even a murderous aura.

With his eyes swept through the hall, Zhang Lin immediately understood what happened. It must have been the incident of breaking into the south gate of the palace that day! Could it be that Zhang Jianzhi complained to the emperor? Why did this old genius hold on to me such a small matter?! Zhang Lin's opinion of Zhang Jianzhi suddenly became bad.

"I pay homage to the emperor, but I don't know if the emperor summoned me to come over and give me some important instructions." Zhang Lin did not change his expression, and forced himself to calm down, pretending to be unaware of anything, bowed at the door of the hall, and asked calmly.

"Do you know your guilt?" Wu Zetian still turned his back to Zhang Lin, his voice coldly.

"I don't know what crime I have committed, please tell me clearly." Zhang Lin's heart was thumping when he heard this. He quickly lifted his clothes and knelt down, pretended to be confused, and said boldly.

"Tell me what good things you have done these days!" Wu Zetian's voice was as if it was from hell, full of coldness.

"Report to the emperor, I seem to have done a lot of things these days, making sugar, investigating cases, and printing scriptures... After my work day and night, the first full page of "The Great Cloud Sutra" has been printed out. Please read it." Zhang Lin said in detail, and couldn't wait to take out a "The Great Cloud Sutra" with both hands, and present it to Wu Zetian with great respect. Although he looked solemn when he spoke, he was as nervous as a rabbit chased by a hunter, because he knew that the emperor was definitely not asking these trivial matters, but major events that could cure him for serious crimes. But no matter how stupid he was, he would not be so stupid that he would say his crimes.

No matter what, the emperor must first say it, and then accordingly, he will admit, deny, or defend accordingly.

"Enough!" Wu Zetian raised his hand and slapped the horn of the dragon table, turned around suddenly, his anger rising like steam on an old-fashioned train, "I ask you, this poem I gave to Wan'er is what you gave to her."

A poem for Wan'er? Zhang Lin was a little confused. When did he write a poem for Wan'er?

Shangguan Wan'er did not turn to look at Zhang Lin, but just stretched out a hand to the latter, holding a piece of paper with words printed on it.

Zhang Lin put down the "Great Cloud Sutra", reached out to take the paper, lowered his eyes and glanced at it, and immediately understood the reason why Wu Zetian was angry. She attacked "When will the bright moon come?"

What will happen if "When will the bright moon come?"

Zhang Lin personally thinks that there is no problem with this poem itself, because it was written by Su Dongpo when he missed his younger brother Su Che on a moonlit night, and it is entrusted with the joys and sorrows of the world.

But in Wu Zetian's opinion, there must be a problem, otherwise she would not be so angry. She had already told Wan'er the poems she had made, which showed that she had a conclusion in her mind.

Zhang Lin glanced at Shangguan Wan'er, who was kneeling on the pituitary body, and the two palace maids crawling on the ground, glanced at the ceramic fragments and tea traces scattered on the ground, and probably understood the reason why Wu Zetian was angry. She was jealous and mistakenly thought that this poem was a love poem he wrote to Shangguan Wan'er!

Alas, why is this happening? It’s really like drinking cold water to plug your teeth!

"Your Majesty, this poem is indeed written by me."

Zhang Lin did not deny it. If he denied it, Wu Zetian would have asked about the origin of the poem. I am afraid he would not be able to explain it clearly. In that case, his guilt for deceiving the king would probably be greater. His eyes turned, and he said slowly while thinking about the answers.

"This is what I wrote when I missed my old friend on the night of the bright moon. I heard that Shangguan was very talented, so I published it and asked her for advice."

"What a question! What a thousand miles apart to share the beauty of the moon! It seems that I am too indulging in you!" Wu Zetian said gritting his teeth, looking at Zhang Lin's eyes as if he was looking at the spy lying in the palace, with strong hatred and cruel murderous intent.

To share the beauty of the moon together from thousands of miles away? It seems that the crux of the problem lies in the words to share the beauty of the moon together from thousands of miles away.

Zhang Lin was speechless, thinking quickly in his mind to deal with the words. Now he thought that it was indeed ambiguous to share the beauty of the moon for thousands of miles. At this moment, he regretted not engraving the preface in the original poem "Mid-Autumn Festival in Bingchen, drinking happily, drinking happily, and writing this article, and having a baby for you." If it was printed, there would be nothing else. Or, if he had printed more than a dozen copies of the poem at that time, it would be easier to explain. But the fact is that he only printed one page, but it was in Shangguan Wan'er's hands. Now even if he had ten mouths, he could not explain it clearly, and even if he jumped into the Yellow River, he couldn't wash it clearly!

Zhang Lin thought for a while and had no appropriate words that could clear away the suspicion of the love poem "When will the bright moon come?" Wu Zetian mistakenly thought that I wanted to share the beauty of the moon with Shangguan Wan'er for thousands of miles, so he was so angry. In the rage of the latter, it was useless to say anything, and it would only make the latter's darker and darker, adding fuel to the fire.

Wu Zetian's mind flashed countless thoughts of "killing Zhang Lin to feed the wolf", but at the last moment, her eyes touched the beautifully designed "Dayun Jing" cover page in front of Zhang Lin, and her reason was slightly restored. Thinking of Zhang Lin's many talents, it was of great use to her, so she suppressed the churning murderous intent, her face twisted, her mouth twitched, and her voice was cold:

"Come here, I will send the man from Jixian into the cold palace and reflect on my mistakes!"

When talking about the will, Wu Zetian was shaking and shaking. He reached out to support a corner of the dragon desk, but did not fall down. Finally, his butt sagged on the dragon chaise, and his eyes lost their spirit.
Chapter completed!