When Dong Songchen came out of the sedan chair, he was covered in spring breeze.

He even prepared some words of apology to apologize to Yan Biao for his late arrival.

The palace was busy with affairs. As the minister of the eunuch, he had to wait until the emperor had lunch before leaving. This was a rule and could not be violated. Otherwise, if the emperor had something to do, Dong Songchen would not be able to eat or drink.

But today the emperor kept Meng Gong who had entered the palace in the morning while having lunch. The king and his ministers ate and talked about it. There were many topics. Li Zong was very interested and extended the usual lunch time for a long time, which led to Dong Songchen's late arrival.

This is a helpless thing, I believe Mr. Yan will understand it.

So the moment the curtain was lifted, Dong Songchen had an apologetic smile on his face.

There is no one in front of Chunfeng Tower. Often, the vendors who stay in front of the door to find food and peddlers selling gadgets cannot see anyone. It seems that Mr. Yan is very careful in doing things.

This is what Dong Songchen likes Yan Biao. When discussing the discussion, we can’t find someone better than Yan Biao.

Although this young man is a little domineering, he is very eye-catching. He is shameless to lick people who need to be high.

Taking pleasant steps, Dong Songchen quickly walked towards the gate of Chunfeng Tower.

Before we arrived, the door opened.

Young Master Yan, who was grinning and cursing with pain, was held by two servants with blue noses and swollen faces, and walked out of it.

Seeing him, Dong Songchen's smile was like his steps and immediately froze.

Yan Biao was also stunned and endured the pain in embarrassment and screamed: "Mr. Dong."

Yan Biao's body was covered with dust and was very embarrassed, especially on his pants covered by his robe, where blood stains were faintly visible. Although the hem of the robe was very long, he was moved and there was a small wind. When the robe was floating, he could still tell it.

"Young Master Yan, what's wrong?" Dong Songchen was shocked, his eyes were about to pop out, and he almost lost his manners. The only thing about Yan Biao was injured, so why was he injured today?

"Beated by a few miscellaneous people who don't know where they came from." Yan Biao gritted his teeth and cursed: "Mr. Dong, please forgive me for being rude. I want to rush to Lin'an Prefecture to report to the officials and seal the nine gates. Don't let this group of thieves run away!"

"Even if you dig three feet into the ground, you have to find this group of people, otherwise it will be difficult to relieve my hatred."

Looking at Yan Biao's angry look, Dong Songchen was skeptical, but he still couldn't believe it. The fact that the boss of Yan, a domineering Lin'an, was beaten, was simply the number one strange thing in the world.

"Today's appointment is only another day." Yan Biao bowed his hand and said to be apologized. He really didn't want his honor to be exposed in front of others for a long time, so he lowered his head and wanted to leave.

When he bowed his hand, a piece of paper floated out of his sleeve and fell to Dong Songchen's feet.

Dong Songchen leaned over and picked it up. Out of curiosity, he glanced at Yan Biao and heard Yan Biao say, "This is a poem that the birdmen asked me to copy. It's really inexplicable. Lord Dong will give it back to me. I want to keep it as evidence. I will find someone in the future. I want those birdmen to copy it a thousand times, ten thousand times!"

Dong Songchen's expression had changed drastically, his face was full of shock. When he looked up, he almost grabbed Yan Biao's collar.

"You said this poem, and they asked you to copy one?"

Yan Biao was slightly stunned and puzzled, so he said angrily: "Yes, Lord Dong, you said those birds..."

Dong Songchen looked grim and interrupted sternly: "Where is the manuscript you copied?"

"......... it was taken away by those people." Yan Biao finally realized from Dong Songchen's reaction that the situation was a little wrong, and said ate: "He, they even asked me to press my handprints."

"Pressed your handprint!!"

Dong Songchen was almost screaming.

Yan Biao's heart seemed to be grabbed by someone and began to feel heavy. He didn't know why Dong Songchen reacted so much.

Could it be...there is something wrong with this poem?

"This thing cannot be kept." Dong Songchen peeked around, then covered it with his sleeves, tore the paper in his hand tightly to pieces, and tore it into pieces, and carefully pinched it in the palm of his hand: "There are many ears here, I will burn it when I go back."

"No, don't you worry?" Yan Biao asked tentatively: "It's just a poem."

"Not you worry?" Dong Songchen smiled bitterly, looking at the eyes of the Yuanwai Lang with pity and sorrow, thinking to himself, don't you even have any young masters studying?

"This is an anti-poem." He shook his head and leaned over quietly and said, "If you write this, your sister can't save you. You will still implicate your sister and kill the whole family!"

The whole family was killed?!

Yan Biao almost shivered and slid down the shoulders of the two servants.

Dong Songchen grabbed him and shouted with a dark face: "You don't want to go anywhere now, go home! Then send someone out to find out who those people are and where they live. You must find them. Your handle... No, your whole family's lives are in the hands of those people. Find them and contact me again. Everyone here sees you and I are together. You and I are both grasshoppers on the same rope. If something happens, it will cause me to be implicated!"

Yan Biao's body was shaking like a dustpan. He had never seen such a thing. Writing anti-poems is like a crime of rebellion and killing the nine clans.

He was trembling and nodded like pounding garlic.

Dong Songchen came out for dinner and got on the pirate ship for no reason. He felt even more depressed. He looked back at the crowds coming and going around, sighed, and returned to his sedan chair and left.

...

On the other side of the city, Meng Gong’s mansion.

Changsun Hong was handing the masterpiece written by Yan Biao to Wang Kui to read.

The bearded man was so happy that he shook the paper and laughed.

"Second brother, you really have it. With this thing, even if Yan Biao has the official support for him, he would not dare to make trouble. Writing anti-poems is equivalent to rebellion. Even the iron coupons in alchemy cannot cover his life."

Changsun Hong drank tea and tasted it leisurely, laughed and said, "Although today is a trivial matter, it has caused a big fuss. Yan Biao is the younger brother of Concubine Yan. You can't afford to offend such a character. His sister's pillow style will make you lightly cut off your official position. If Yan Biao is more ruthless, we may not be able to go back to Sichuan alive."

"So you just make things bigger and force Yan Biao to leave a handle. As long as he dares to come to the door to provoke, this poem that was drawn is a knife that kills him." Wang Kui nodded and began to blame himself: "After that, this matter is still caused by me. If I hadn't acted rashly, I wouldn't have provoked someone like Yan Biao."

"You can't say that. Yan Biao relies on his sister's favor and openly commits murder with a knife. He doesn't take it seriously in my official uniform. If it weren't for our skills, it would be fine, and if the Chunfeng Tower fell down, he would probably not be his servant."

Changsun Hong put down the teacup and sneered: "A person like this is to teach him a lesson to eliminate harm for the people. Brother doesn't have to worry about it, and he can't do anything to us."

The two were chatting and it was just funny. When they heard something outside, someone came in to report that Meng Gong, who had entered the palace, had come back.

"The master is not very good. When he gets out of the sedan chair, he still needs someone to help him." The servant of the Meng Mansion who came in to inform the news said: "I was still red when I went out in the morning, why did he look like this when I came back in the afternoon? It's really strange."

After hearing this, Wang Kui and Changsun Hong looked at each other and stood up together.

There must be something wrong with this conversation between Meng Gong and Li Zong.
Chapter completed!