After a moment, Di Renjie came in with a yellow silk letter.

Wang Desheng sat down without getting up, and said sinisterly: "Di Si is saying it wrong? What kind of knife is there to keep people under the knife? Our family has no intention of killing people, it's just a purgatory."

A little eunuch next to him laughed and said, "You should call for a knife to leave a root!"

Wang Desheng glared at the little eunuch, and the little eunuch quickly shut up.

Di Renjie ignored Wang Desheng, held up Huang Ling in both hands and shouted: "The Queen's Handicap!"

Wang Desheng, who was sitting on the scepter, frowned, and finally could only stand up and bow.

Di Renjie opened Huang Ling and said, "Wang Desheng, a bold dog slave, dared to leave the palace privately at Yin Ye. He was unable to tell the truth. He slapped his mouth three times and was demoted to the Palace Sect Doctor of the Yeting Bureau!"

Wang Desheng's face suddenly turned as if dead.

The Palace Sect Ph.D. of the Yeting Bureau is only a ninth grade.

The queen actually lowered him to level 23 in a row!

Another old eunuch came with Di Renjie.

"Honey Wang, I offended you." The old eunuch stepped forward and slapped him three times.

The old eunuch had a strong hand. After slapping three times, Wang Desheng's face became swollen.

The old eunuch waved his hand, and the little eunuch behind him rushed up to peel Wang Desheng's indigo purple round-neck shirt and head, and then took him out of the Dali Temple Heavenly Prison.

The little eunuch and Jinwu Guard who came with Wang Desheng soon left cleanly.

Di Renjie breathed a sigh of relief and said to Pei Shaoqing: "You are scared by Mr. Pei."

"It's okay, but there's a problem." Pei Shaoqing dusted his sleeves and said in a deep voice, "What does the queen mean? She forced me to clean herself, but then she had a root under the knife?"

Di Renjie coughed lightly and said, "It is Wang Desheng who forces you to purify yourself."

"So, isn't this what the queen meant?" Pei Shaoqing's expression became cold.

"Of course this is not what the queen means." Di Renjie said, "Although you made a big mistake, you saved Princess Taiping. This is already a crime of punishment. How could the queen kill innocent people?"

Pei Shaoqing's expression became even colder: "Di Sizheng, you seemed to have forced me to clean myself before?"

"Is there any?" Di Renjie blinked and smiled, "I seem to be just persuading me?"

"Persuad?" Pei Shaoqing said coldly, "You didn't seem to be persuading at that time."

"Oh, is that?" Di Renjie asked back, "What did we say at that time?"

Pei Shaoqing said: "I asked you at that time, what if I don't agree?"

Di Renjie said: "I replied, I think you will agree."

Pei Shaoqing said: "I'll ask you again, if I don't agree, will Uncle Jiu and the others be killed?"

Di Renjie said: "I replied, I didn't say that, but the queen has always been upright in her actions."

Pei Shaoqing was stunned immediately. How could this be the case? The same conversation was so bad, but that was not the case at the time, okay?

Di Renjie asked with a smile: "Do you have any questions about Pei Xiaolangjun?"

Pei Shaoqing looked at Di Renjie deeply. He really didn't expect you to be like this. He really didn't expect you, Di Renjie with thick eyebrows and big eyes, was also a cunning person. He misjudged you.

Di Renjie smiled again and said, "Pei Xiaolangjun also asked to move directly into the room."

Pei Shaoqing guessed that it must be Wu Zetian going to see him in Dali Temple, so he walked away.

Di Guangzhao was anxious and asked loudly, "Grandpa, are there two of us?"

"You two are just staying in prison." Di Renjie shook his sleeves, turned around and left.

...

Di Renjie was promoted from the Dali Temple Chief to the Dali Temple Master, and finally had a separate straight room.

After waiting in Di Renjie's straight room for more than half an hour, footsteps suddenly came from outside.

Di Renjie quickly stood up, but Pei Shaoqing sat down without moving, but turned to look at the door of the straight room, and saw a plump figure entering with a crowd of Jinwu Guards.

This figure is wearing bright yellow and full of pearls and jade, making her look noble.

Is this Wu Zetian? The only female emperor in the history of the Celestial Empire?

Wu Zetian should be in his fifties, right? But he looks like he is only in his early thirties.

At this age, he still has this appearance and figure, so he really deserves the word "女" given to her by Emperor Taizong of Tang. He is so charming that he is so charming. No wonder Li Zhi is so obsessed with it.

However, his eyes were a little sharper.

It seems that you can see through people's hearts.

When Pei Shaoqing looked at Wu Zetian, Wu Zetian was also looking at him.

The first feeling that Pei Shaoqing gave her was very strange, it was a feeling of "looking straight".

From Pei Shaoqing's eyes, Wu Zetian did not feel any awe, but only looked straight from the heart. Is it because he was taught by Wenqu Xingjun in his dream that he had this state of mind?

Or is this little husband not yet thought of her true identity?

Seeing Pei Shaoqing sitting and not moving, Di Renjie whispered: "Young Master Pei, why don't you pay homage to the Queen?"

Pei Shaoqing pretended to behave before reacting, hurriedly got up and bowed, "Grassiping the Queen!"

"Let's go flat." Wu Zetian gave a slight solemn hand, and Pei Shaoqing stood up.

Wu Zetian waved his hand again and said, "Di Qing stays, everyone else should step back."

"Here!" The followers and Jinwu Guards on both sides responded and bowed and left the straight room.

Wu Zetian took out Pei Shaoqing's "manuscript" and asked, "Are these five poems really taught by Wenqu Xingjun?"

"Yes." Pei Shaoqing asked back, "Otherwise, did the Queen of Heaven think that I, a guard who doesn't know a lot of words, could write such desolate and magnificent poems?"

Wu Zetian nodded and asked again: "There are really eight hundred poems taught by Wenqu Xingjun?"

"Only more and less!" Pei Shaoqing said casually, "Eight hundred poems are just big numbers, but in fact, more than a thousand poems may be."

This is not a lie. In addition to memorizing nearly a thousand Tang poems, Pei Shaoqing also memorized many ancient poems from the Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, and there are more than one thousand poems in total.

Wu Zetian said again: "All of them are the same level?"

Pei Shaoqing replied: "There are some better than these five poems, and some are slightly inferior, but overall they are about the same level, at least they are enough to be passed down from generation to generation."

Wu Zetian said again: "You can recite thousands of poems without missing a word?"

"It's strange." Pei Shaoqing said, "I have always had a bad memory, but I wrote down everything I taught in my dreams in one go, and I didn't miss a word!"

Wu Zetian said again: "Can you recite another song?"

"What's wrong?" Pei Shaoqing shook his sleeves and said loudly, "Let Anxi, the morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guest house is green and green willows. I advise you to have a glass of wine, and there is no old friend when you go west to Yangguan."

"What a good poem!" Di Renjie couldn't help but praise, "I have told you all the farewell."

Wu Zetian glanced at Pei Shaoqing deeply and said, "Can you have the highest level song?"
Chapter completed!