Chapter 52

Bai Mei instantly saw the smile Wang Shilao handed to himself that day. His heart was awe-inspiring, but he refused to answer. He only lifted her up, pressed her on the chair and handed her a cup of tea. "Don't worry, sir. After drinking tea, speak slowly. What is going on?" Mr. An naturally didn't believe Bai Mei's innocence, but he couldn't help but go down the steps and endure drinking tea before opening his mouth: "She didn't mean anyone when she wrote that poem, but... even if there was, I didn't teach well. You... don't blame her. At the beginning... Didn't you also say that you were quite envious... and loved her literary talent? Now give her a hand and let her read your personal feelings. It's not bad to make friends. White... Lord Iraq, please raise your hand, less in your majesty's... Erdo say a few words... " Bai Mei coughed twice, interrupting her incoherent narrative. Although I heard it at a loss, I probably knew what Mr. An meant. I was more or less unhappy. I felt that I regarded her as a gentleman, but she had long regarded herself as a villain who brought disaster to the country and the people. "Sir, why don't you just say something? What do you have to do with me if something happens to your students? I haven't heard your majesty mention it, let alone say half a slanderer. I can't afford this favor." "Yi adult..." Mr. An's tone was not as cold as it used to be, but more desolate. "I... I think you should deal with it. If you are dissatisfied, you beat me and scold me, please..." Said, and knelt down again. Bai Mei began to bear it in his heart. She had seen the man in front of her to the utmost pride. However, because Mr. An still didn't say what it was and didn't dare to promise it at random, he had to ignore it and picked up the worship post on the table and glanced at it. This sweep startled Bai Mei again. The housekeeper didn't tell her, but the worship post said that Mr. An was taking the door with the ceremony. The gift was five hundred taels of silver and a thick mink coat. This gift is really not much, it is pitifully light, compared with others. Bai Mei's eyebrows frowned tighter. She clearly remembers that Mr. An is arrogant, does not accept any money from others, and his family is very... partial and afraid of the cold, so he often has to wrap his thin little self into a ball with cotton-padded clothes in winter. The only valuable thing in the family is a mink coat, but it is a royal gift. It is only willing to wear it to keep warm on important occasions. Now... Bai Mei's head jumped in pain, and he didn't even have the strength to sigh. "Sir, I have been in the palace for the past two days, but I have not heard any news. What on earth is it? Don't you tell me how I can help you?" Mr. An was skeptical and was once again dragged up and pressed onto the chair by Bai Mei. He said in fear and trembling: "My student, Wei Ze, wrote a poem... Wang, Lord Wang said it was an anti-poem and arrested her... and several of her lovers, also..." Bai Mei was curious and asked, "What poem?" Mr. An hesitated for a long time before pulling out a piece of paper from his sleeve and handing it to Bai Mei. Bai Mei took it and read it word by word. His voice was quite pleasant, but it only made Mr. An very uneasy. "A piece can teach a heartbroken, unbearable flat masonry but pile wall? Floating like a guest moving south across the ridge, falling like a poet going north to Xinjiang. I can't count the tears of the raspberry moss, and I stick my sleeves for a long time. Dongfeng is in trouble with the authority of flowers, but I don't advocate being lonely and high." Bai Mei frowned and could only hesitate. Literary inquisition will exist in any dynasty and generation. And it belongs to the kind of argument, unless the emperor wants to let it go, who can say it? Then Bai Mei remembered that Wang Shilao had given himself a silver ticket, but it was 12,000, and he slowly had a dispute in his heart. Smile and start Tai Chi with Mr. An. "Ah Mui is shallow, really some can't understand..." "... what does your majesty mean?" "I don't understand this poem, but I think Your Majesty must be wise and can handle it impartially." "Don't do this. You should trust your Majesty." "Don't hurt your body. Sir, I'd better go home and rest. Don't bother." "Sister housekeeper, see off!" Watching Mr. An go out dejectedly, Bai Mei called the housekeeper and asked, "Did you accept the mink robe?" "Yes." "Find a proper person and send them back... In addition, add another 12,000 silver and send them back." "Ah?" "Look at Mr. Wang like this, it seems to be going bankrupt, and I don't know what blessings Wei Ze accumulated in his previous life. Alas... I can't help her no matter how much, but I can't let her be poor and cornered. Go quickly!" The housekeeper bowed his head and gave a "here" sound. Before turning and leaving, he looked up and looked Bai Mei from top to bottom. She thought, it seems that she should reassess her new master. Bai Mei shook his head and walked like a study, leaving it behind. Don't die there. I don't know what kind of trouble it is. Poor Mo Building owner, in fact, is completely worried about Bai Mei. When she piled up a lot of data collected by her staff and carefully sorted out by herself in front of Bai Mei, the response was very cold.