Besides lying down, I also know a little about power struggles

Chapter 159 A Thunder on the Ground
At this time, many people at the table were interested.

The literary style of Dazhao was prevalent, and although it was most prevalent in the south, the capital was not far behind.

It's just writing a poem. It doesn't cost any money and can show up in front of the emperor. The people present cannot see the emperor all the time. If they send too many letters of greeting, they will be scolded by the emperor for being flashy. It would be better to join in the fun with everyone like now, so that no one will appear too outstanding and can also please the emperor.

Although they had the thought, due to their status, no one took the initiative to act.

Seeing this, Feng Yuyang smiled and said, "Everyone, just drink to your heart's content. I will show you my ugly face first."

After saying this, he ordered someone to bring paper and pen, spread them out on the table, and started writing.

Once he took the lead, others soon followed suit, and everyone rushed to take out their pens and ink to write down their masterpieces.

Seeing that everyone was in high spirits, Feng Yuyang smiled and bowed to Feng Yunxi, "We cannot enter the palace without being summoned. After today's banquet, please bring these poems to the palace and present them to His Majesty for review."

Feng Yunxi smiled and said, "No need to bother. We are having a banquet at Yaotai today, and your Majesty has heard about it. When the poems and essays are collected, you can order someone to send them to the palace gate with a fast horse. When your Majesty hears about this, he will definitely accept them with pleasure."

Feng Yuyang glanced at him and said with a smile, "The prince is really thoughtful and considerate."

Fang Tong saw Feng Yunxi and Feng Yuyang talking from below, but unfortunately he was too far away to hear clearly what they were saying.

Half an hour later, everyone handed in their poems one after another. Those who were not good at writing poems, such as the Ninth Princess and Feng Twelve, each wrote a congratulatory message.

Feng Yuyang took everyone's manuscripts and circulated them around the banquet. Finally, he put them into a box with his own hands and ordered someone to send them to the palace by express horse to present them to the emperor for review.

Fang Tong looked at this and asked Feng Twelve quietly, "Was there anyone tampering with this?"

If you change a sentence halfway or write an anti-poem or something like that, it would become a literary inquisition.

Feng Twelve shook his head: "Everyone's writing has been shown to others, and the handwriting is different. If you tamper with it, it will be too easy to be exposed."

Fang Tong nodded: "He seemed to know that some people would have concerns, and he was very thoughtful in every aspect."

Not only were they worried, most of the other people at the table were also worried. However, Feng Yuyang's behavior made them seem like they were judging others by their own standards.

After Feng Yuyang sent the manuscript away, he became more interested in conversation and took the initiative to talk about what he had seen and heard in Guzhou over the years, which made everyone fascinated.

These princes and princesses may seem to have noble status, but in fact they have little freedom. Even Crown Prince Feng Yunxi is not allowed to leave the capital without permission.

No matter how prosperous the capital city is, it is bound to get boring after staying there for a long time. Someone took advantage of the wine and said, "Third brother lives a life like a god. We can't envy him."

Feng Yu raised his lips and smiled: "I am a cripple, what is there to envy? You have good hands and feet. If you want to go out for a walk, why not ask His Majesty for an errand? Didn't Twelve go south by order last time?"

"How can we compare with the twelve?" the drunken man waved his hand. "I have not even been to the gate of the prince's mansion many times."

After these words were spoken, there was silence at the table.

Everyone knew that the Crown Prince and Feng Twelve were on good terms, and they might have some complaints about them in private, but no one would discuss them openly. However, the Seventh Prince was a fool and actually said so in front of the Crown Prince.

Feng Yunxi slowly took a bite of the food and said with a smile: "If Old Seven wants to come, just come. The gate of the Prince's Mansion doesn't bite anyone."

His tone was gentle, as if he didn't care about the Seventh Prince's complaints, and the awkward atmosphere just now disappeared immediately.

The Seventh Prince felt that he was boring and laughed dryly: "Don't blame me, Prince. I am a straightforward person and I say whatever I want to say. I am not as good at fighting as the Twelve, but my martial arts are not bad. Next time, if there is a chance to be helpful, please speak well of me in front of His Majesty."

After saying this, he raised his glass, saluted the prince, and drank it all in one gulp.

Fang Tong felt bored when she saw this. When the Seventh Prince spoke just now, she thought a good show was about to begin, but she didn't expect Feng Yunxi to easily resolve it. It seemed that the Seventh Prince had no problem, but Feng Yuyang's previous words seemed to be a show of excitement.

She glanced at Feng Twelve and saw that he looked expressionless, as if the topic at the table had nothing to do with him.

She smiled, picked up a bowl of papaya soup, scooped a spoonful into her mouth.

There are glutinous rice balls the size of corn kernels floating in the papaya soup, filled with green plum filling, which is sour, sweet and very refreshing.

Fang Tong ate a few spoonfuls without realizing it, and then he heard Feng Twelve ask, "Do you like this?"

"Yeah," Fang Tong responded in a low voice, "If you replace the papaya with peaches, add some crushed ice and hawthorn, it will be perfect for cooling off."

Feng Twelve: "Go back and let Aunt Zhang try."

Fang Tong smiled quietly, but before he could reply, he saw a guard running up from the platform.

"Your Highness, the Dali Temple's Chief Justice Liu Yin is outside seeking to see you."

The guard reported loudly, and the resonant voice traveled across the wide venue, causing everyone present to look up.

Feng Yuyang showed a hint of surprise and raised his hand to order the musician to stop.

"I have never met Liu Sizhi, and I didn't send him a message this time. What is he doing here?" He said to himself, and said to the guard, "Please let him in."

After a while, the guards arrived with an official in dark green official uniform.

"Your humble servant Liu Yin greets His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, His Royal Highness Prince Jing, and all the princes." Liu Yin greeted everyone one by one.

Feng Yuyang sat up straight and said, "Liu Sizhi, I see you are wearing an official uniform. Did you just come from the Dali Temple?"

Liu Yin nodded: "I don't want to disturb you all, but I have to do it because of the urgency of the matter. I am here for official business, please forgive me."

"What official business?" Feng Yuyang asked.

Liu Yin didn't answer. He looked around, his eyes swept across everyone's faces and suddenly fell on one place.

Fang Tong sat behind the desk, feeling that Liu Sizhi's gaze was fixed on him like an eagle, not moving an inch.

Her heart suddenly moved, and she heard Liu Yin say: "I am here to capture the fugitive."

"Fugitive?" Feng Yuyang was surprised. "Everyone here is a royal relative. Where did this fugitive come from?"

Liu Yin raised his hand and pointed at Fang Tong: "She!"

As soon as the words fell, it was like thunder, shaking the entire ground.

Dozens of eyes looked in the direction of his finger and fell on Fang Tong.

For a moment, everyone had their own guesses.

They had seen this woman walking with Feng Twelve a long time ago. They seemed close but not intimate. They didn't know Fang Tong's background. When they heard Liu Yin say the word "fugitive", the look in their eyes when they looked at Fang Tong and Feng Twelve became meaningful.

"She?" Feng Yuyang spoke first, as if he had heard a joke, and asked, "Who is she? Does Liu Sizhi recognize her?"

"She is the assassin Bingqi from the White Bird Pavilion, and one of the murderers who assassinated Prince Ping in the Spring Paddock."