Chapter 82

When she heard her brother say this, she raised her head: "Brother is wrong, An Lang is not as good as Sixth Brother said."

Ji Yunxi was telling the truth.

When Wu Weian was preparing for the chūn 闱, he slept enough, and the quality of sleep should be very good, and the food and drink were extravagant, so there was some excess nutrition. She saw that his skin was whiter and more tender, and he seemed to be a little taller than he was already tall.

After all, Wu Weian is only two years older than her, but he is only seventeen, and he can still grow taller.

But in the ears of several elder brothers, Ji Yunxi's words were completely humble.

Ji Yunxi raised her eyebrows slightly, knowing that they had misunderstood, but she was too lazy to explain.

Forget it, what she said is often true, but many times no one believes it.

Just like she said before that Wu Weian was fine, but they didn't believe it. She said now that Wu Weian was not as good as they thought, and they didn't believe it either.

Several people said a few more words, and suddenly Ji Mingxi's servant walked in quickly with a solemn expression: "Master Marquis, please enter the palace immediately!"

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When Ji Mingxi arrived at the imperial study, there were already many people in it.

The Crown Prince, the Censor Feng Qishi, as well as several servants, Langzhong and Yuanwailang under his Ministry of Personnel, as well as several prestigious scholars from the Hanlin Academy, and even the adults of Dali Temple and the Ministry of Punishment.

The emperor sat on the top with a gentle face. When he saw Ji Mingxi coming in, he smiled a little: "Mingxi is here."

He turned to Feng Qishi and said, "Mingxi probably doesn't know about it yet. Tell him and hear how Mingxi explains it."

When Ji Mingxi saw the people in the study, he probably guessed what was going on.

But he walked upright and sat upright, not in a hurry, respectfully greeted the emperor and the prince, and finally looked at Feng Qishi.

Feng Qishi didn't want to do this either, but he had to say because of his position: "Master Ji, I know you are a human being, and I know you would definitely not do this. But I am the censor, supervising Baiguan and purging Gangji is me. As for your position, please don’t blame Master Ji for what you say next.”

Ji Mingxi said to Feng Qishi: "Master Feng, you might as well speak bluntly."

Feng Qishi bowed towards the emperor and the prince: "Your Highness, Your Highness, at noon today, this minister received a secret report from many people, saying that Mr. Ji was suspected of leaking a question."

The emperor lowered his head and listened without saying a word, still holding the memorial in his hand.

Although he is already old, he can see that his appearance is not bad when he is young, and his temperament is gentle, if not sitting on the dragon chair, I am afraid that no one will think that he is actually a saint today.

The prince standing next to Ji Mingxi had a baby face and a slightly chubby figure. Seeing that his father did not speak, he asked on his behalf, "Is there any evidence for this?"

Feng Qishi hurriedly said: "Reporting to the prince, there is really no evidence for this matter. This minister should not have reported this matter to the saint, but I have received too many secret reports. This list has just been announced a few hours ago, and I have already received it. More than 200 secret letters, suspecting that Master Ji leaked the test questions to the eldest son of the Wu Qi family according to his position. In my opinion, these secret letters are all from the hands of scholars, and I am afraid that this matter will not be taken seriously and will not be thoroughly investigated. If you do, it will arouse dissatisfaction among scholars, and it will be detrimental to the reputation of my Dayu Dynasty."

This group of scholars has always been difficult to provoke.

Because they have pens, they can write poems and poems, and they can turn the dead into the living. And if you are not careful, these poems will be passed down, and they will stink for thousands of years.

The prince understood this truth, but he believed Ji Mingxi: "Father, Lord Feng is indeed right, but Mingxi would not do this."

The emperor raised his head: "I think the same as the prince, Mingxi is the one I have seen since I was a child, and I know his character best. However, Feng Aiqing is right, since the scholars have doubts about the result, they have to Relieve their doubts. Dear gentlemen, is there a way?"

As soon as the emperor said this, the adults in the imperial study began to discuss.

Ji Mingxi, who was at the center of the incident, stood aside in a very Buddhist way, not saying anything or defending himself.

Everyone present was also accustomed to Ji Mingxi's way of doing things, and he usually wouldn't speak on occasions like this.

He will only say when everyone asks him. And saying it is generally the same as not saying it.

Everyone could basically guess what Ji Mingxi would say—anything, anything, and so on.

But the prince is different.

The prince has always been serious in his work, and he must understand everything. Let's just say that at the end of last year that kind person swept most of the alleys in Shangjing, the prince is still going to the Jingzhao Yin mansion every now and then to ask if the kind person has been found. As a result, the Lord of Jingzhao Yinfu wanted to avoid the prince when he saw the prince from a distance.

Not to mention that this matter is related to his best friend, the prince is very concerned, and he blushed with a few adults, looking like he was protecting his cubs.

And Ji Mingxi, who was protecting him, was standing beside him, listening to him without any concern.

It's just that once or twice, the eyes will always fall on the tea cup by the emperor's hand, and then he will take it back.

In the end, it was the adults of the Ministry of Punishment who came up with a good method: "Your Majesty, Prince, as far as I know, Duke Jiang came to the capital from Lifeng not long ago and is still in the city."

Emperor: "Jiang Gong is here? Why don't I know about this?"

Lord Xingbu said: "Jiang Gong's most beloved eldest disciple suffered a serious illness a few years ago, but he was cured and has been recuperating in the city. Jiang Gong said that he missed this eldest disciple, and he came to the capital on a whim. It was just Jiang Gong. Low-key, no one mentioned it. This matter was mentioned by the children of the minister's family, and the minister only knew about it."