The beautiful and powerful minister hooked up with the crazy emperor and couldn't escape

Chapter 317 Qionglin Banquet

The Qionglin Banquet arrived as scheduled. The emperor and his ministers were in harmony at the banquet. Mo Ling did not give any questions to test the candidates, but just asked the candidates to compose poems at will.

Fortunately, everyone did a good job in writing poetry, and the atmosphere at the banquet was very harmonious for a while.

Just at this moment, a voice made the entire banquet fall silent.

"The Grand Master has arrived!"

Not only all the candidates, but even Mo Ling was stunned. Even when the Grand Tutor was in power, he did not attend the Qionglin Banquet. Why would he come to the Qionglin Banquet today? But since he was already here, Mo Ling couldn't chase him away, right?

"Why is the Imperial Master here? Come, please give him a seat!"

Feng Jiuqing sat down and said, "Why, can't I come to your Majesty's Qionglin Banquet?"

Mo Ling said calmly, "Of course not. It is a great honor for all the scholars to have the Imperial Master attend the Qionglin Banquet. Let's toast to the Imperial Master together."

"Master Respecting the Emperor!"

All the scholars raised their wine glasses to toast Feng Jiuqing. Feng Jiuqing took the glass from the attendant, drank it all, and then threw it on the ground, breaking it into several pieces.

"Oh, sorry everyone, I didn't hold it firmly, please forgive me."

Although he said "don't blame me", Feng Jiuqing's face didn't show the slightest apology. It was as if he had slapped everyone present in the face, but they were powerless to do anything.

Feng Jiuqing took another glass of wine from the servant, raised his glass to Mo Ling and said, "Congratulations to your majesty for having such a "talent". This is truly a blessing for Great Yue."

Whether it was Feng Jiuqing's voice or the aura around him, there was a strong sense of unswerving determination, and it seemed that he was in a very bad mood.

Mo Ling always felt that there was something deeper in Feng Jiuqing's words, but he couldn't directly ask Feng Jiuqing what happened to make him so angry. He could only silently drink the wine Feng Jiuqing offered him. According to his experience, where such a Grand Tutor passed by, no grass would grow. At this Qionglin Banquet, someone was bound to be unlucky.

But in the past, the Grand Tutor never cared about the Qionglin Banquet, and never did anything for these new scholars. Maybe the Grand Tutor was unhappy about other things.

Feng Jiuqing finished drinking and said softly: "Just drinking is too boring. You are all pillars of my Great Yue. I also want to see your elegance. Why don't you write a poem in the name of the aroma of wine, starting with the number one scholar."

Feng Jiuqing clearly said the start, but the top scholar turned pale and could not say anything.

"Is it difficult?" Feng Jiuqing asked with confusion.

The runner-up next to the top scorer patted him carefully, and beads of sweat began to fall from the top scorer's face.

"Don't you know how?" Feng Jiuqing's voice deepened.

The champion seemed to have just woken up from a dream, and said hurriedly: "No, no, it's just that this is my first time meeting the Imperial Master, and I'm not very scared."

Feng Jiuqing chuckled: "You mean, I'm scary?"

The champion slid to his knees with a plop and said, "I dare not."

"Since you don't dare, then do it quickly and don't waste my time." There was a hint of threat in Feng Jiuqing's voice.

The top scholar was forced to compose a poem haltingly, which was totally different from the previous poems he had written and could only be considered a makeshift one.

After hearing the poem, the people around looked at the top scholar with some doubt in their eyes. They thought that such a poem should not be of the top scholar's level.

Feng Jiuqing didn't show any expression. He listened quietly to the poems of the second and third place winners, and then selected a few second-class Jinshi. Most of them wrote mediocre poems, and only one or two wrote poems that were just barely acceptable.

Feng Jiuqing glanced at Mo Ling meaningfully, and then said: "I wonder what the champion wrote on his paper? I don't read the papers, but I also want to hear what the champion wrote."