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He studied it for a moment. Then he said, bowing, "Your Majesty, I do not wish to take precedence over the Court scholars."
"Be not disturbed," said Ming Huang. Secretly he wondered if Li Po was sober. Certainly he presented a somewhat wild appearance. "This morning has been a sad one for Hanlin College scholars. For them no sun of knowledge has risen. Not a word of that strange missive have they been able to pry loose."
Li Po licked his lips.
"If you decipher those characters," continued the Emperor, "I will grant you anything you wish."
Li Po smiled and his eyes glistened. "This," he began eloquently, "is a remonstrance from a Tartar king, who complains that soldiers of China have violated his borders. He demands an apology."
An awkward pause followed. "If you so wish," continued Li Po, "I would be very glad to attend the Court again, after your Majesty has had time to sift the matter. Perhaps it might be well and according to the desires of your Majesty for me to talk to the Ambassadors."
Li Lin-fu was furious. How dared Li Po make suggestions?
"If your services are again required, I shall so inform you," he said with dignity.
The Emperor ignored the interruption of his Premier. "Your suggestion is excellent," said he to Li Po.
"Attend the Court tomorrow morning. Maybe it would
