The bored crowd immediately became energetic and stared at the pavilion with interest.
You know, just now the priest's wife said that the priest will definitely win.
The emperor said: "It seems that Aiqing has detected it."
Gu Fenglin said in a deep voice: "Since I heard about this, I have been watching the sky at night during the past few days, taking advantage of the fine weather."
Therefore, although the result of the competition only depends on this moment, the work actually lies beyond the poem.
A qualified priest must not only have talent, but also have a keen insight into current affairs. He must be self-denial and devoted to his duties and study hard.
The emperor was somewhat pleased: "What's the result?"
Gu Fenglin said: "I insist on my previous opinion. With your Majesty's good fortune, you will be guarding Jiangnan. This rain will dissipate in two days at most and in one day at least. It will not cause the dike to burst. Jiangnan will still be flooded."
land of plenty."
The emperor nodded and motioned for him to sit down and wait.
Gu Yilan never opened her eyes.
The crowd started talking quietly.
Murong was anxious and restless: "Is it possible that he has been in poor health these days and has not taken medicine properly? How about I inform Your Majesty and give him medicine?"
Mrs. Gu said softly: "Don't be impatient for a moment. Wait for a while."
Murong said: "Sister-in-law doesn't know something, but my husband has been in poor health these days."
Everyone looked at her one after another, and instead of getting quieter, the discussion became louder.
Murong was very angry and said unhappily: "What are you looking at? The priest family is always like this, it's not the first day I know..."
"Cough!" Mrs. Gu coughed and pulled her to signal her to stop talking.
Of course everyone is aware of this situation and usually doesn’t think much about it.
But under the current circumstances, everyone will guess whether Gu Yilan is dying or whether Gu Fenglin is going to take over.
Mrs. Gu Er glanced at Murong, with contempt hidden in her eyes, and said with a smile: "Indeed, I am feeling cold."
Murong received support and smiled at Mrs. Gu: "That's exactly it."
The time was coming soon, but Gu Yilan still didn't open her eyes.
The emperor couldn't sit still and made a gesture.
Gu Fenglin stood up, bowed, took out a feather and put it on Gu Yilan's nose.
The feathers flew up with a "swish" sound.
Gu Fenglin smiled and saluted the emperor. He said nothing, but he said everything——
Don't worry, Your Majesty, the priest is still alive.
Someone burst out laughing, which then caused a lot of chuckles.
King Xinling frowned: "What are you laughing at? It's not appropriate!"
The crowd soon became quiet again, but people's hearts had dispersed and the atmosphere was no longer as solemn as before.
Gu Fenglin's behavior just now was really hurtful, and he couldn't say anything.
Maybe His Majesty the Emperor doesn't mean it that way, but he can say that he might be wrong.
Mu Yunhan held back his laughter and looked at the Gu family members on the side.
Mrs. Gu looked forward, always maintaining a gentle and decent smile on her face, as if the woman who abused and calculated the bastard was not her at all.
Mrs. Gu Er hid her face in the shadows and could not see her expression clearly.
Murong was gloomy, her hands on her lower abdomen were squeezed tightly, and she looked at Gu Fenglin and Gu Yilan.
Gu Yilan suddenly opened her eyes.
"Your Majesty..." He stood up and saluted the emperor with a hoarse voice: "I was meditating just now and saw the flowers in the south of the Yangtze River blooming. Everything is fine."
Everyone cheered, Jiangnan is a land of abundant crops, abundant crops, mulberry trees and hemp, and with good weather and good weather, Zhao will have a good life.
Many princes and ministers stood up to congratulate the emperor, and everyone was full of joy. (To be continued)