Since last year, Xu Jin realized that he was too aggressive and that some things were really hard to come and he had to slowly take action. The court is not a place for fighting alone. If political propositions are implemented, it is necessary to unite a group of like-minded people, which means that your political propositions must be recognized by others, assimilated others, and stand on the same front as you.

The reason why Xu Jin chose Xia Yan as the deputy envoy this time was that on the one hand, he was interested in his character and ability, while on the other hand, he actually wanted to assimilate him and incorporate him into his own camp. The initial effect is pretty good now. After today's events, at least the relationship between the two has become closer. Next, he will find an opportunity to reverse Xia Yan's point of view and let him understand that opening the maritime ban is actually far more beneficial to the Ming Dynasty than to harm.

In addition, Xu Jin ignited the fire of "big ritual discussion" in the court, with the purpose of using Zhang Cong and others to eliminate Yang Ting and these conservative factions and clear the way for his future reform. Of course, there are also conservative officials among the upstartists such as Zhang Cong, but compared with Yang Ting and the party, the resistance it will cause for himself should be much less.

What's more, speculators like Zhang Cong are definitely not as good as Yang Ting and these old ministers in terms of integrity. They are more likely to tame the will of the little emperor. As long as the little emperor's goals are consistent with himself, the promotion of reform will naturally come naturally.

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The room was filled with mist, and Xu Jin was soaked naked in the bathtub, closing his eyes to enjoy the service of the tender horns in early spring. After all, he was a special art maid trained by the Duke of Wei. In addition to piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, his ability to serve men is also not inferior. The massage and massage techniques are quite pure and mature, not inferior to Yue'er.

"Where has Chuxia gone?" Xu Jin suddenly opened his eyes and asked.

At this moment, Chuchun was sweating on her forehead, her face was flushed with water, and she ate and said, "Sister... she is a little tired and has already fallen asleep!"

How could Xu Jin believe that as long as he takes a bath, this little hoof is not very active. Today, he gave the opportunity to serve to his sister for the first time. It is probably because he was scolded to make him angry.

"Master, Chu Xia already knew she was wrong. Can you stop blaming her?" Chu Chun stuttered.

Xu Jin looked at the pretty maid in front of the bathtub and couldn't help but breathe slightly. Because it was inconvenient to wear a dress, the two women in early spring and early summer would take off their outer clothes when serving Xu Jin in bathing, and only wore a close-fitting inner clothes. At this time, the pretty maid's inner clothes were already wet, and they were pressed against their bodies.

Chuchun obviously felt the master's gaze, and his face turned redder, and his hands became a little flustered. He kept wiping and rubbing, causing Mr. Xu's armpits to a slight pain.

Xu Jin couldn't help but sweat secretly and quickly coughed lightly. Chuchun then reacted and hurriedly let go. As a result, Xu Jin's raised hand fell down, splashing his face with water, Chuchun himself also splashed all over his body.

"Oh, sir, I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose!" Chuchun panickedly wiped Xu Jin's face with a handkerchief.

Xu Jin couldn't help but laugh and cry, but looking at the pretty maid whose hair was stuck on the pink neck, her little clothes were soaked, Mr. Xu felt the heat flowing in his body. He quickly closed his eyes and recited Amito Buddha silently for a minute, which dispelled the thought.

Xu Jin was worried that if he continued to wash it, he would not be able to help but purify the cabbage, so he ordered Chuchun to bring his clothes and wipe it clean and change it.

"Let Chuxia go to the study to grind ink later!" Xu Jin put on his clothes and ordered.

Chuchun couldn't help but be happy when she heard this. The master took the initiative to ask Chuxia for help, which meant that Chuxia had already forgiven her, so she said sweetly: "Okay, I'll go now."

Xu Jin smiled and said, "You also go to the study to help. Master, I am very excited tonight and plan to express it."

In the early spring, my eyes suddenly lit up. The ancients' enthusiasm for poetry was beyond imagination. It was like the brainless fans of popular young actors nowadays, and it was so fanatical that it was unreasonable. Therefore, ancient poets such as Liu Yong and Wen Tingyun were all popular superstars at that time.

Xu Jin is now famous in the literary world of the Ming Dynasty, and is known to be unparalleled in poetry. Any poem is a masterpiece of his generation. These two little cabbages in early spring and early summer are also brainless fans of his master. Xu Jin's two paparazzi poems at the Shangyuan Festival literary gathering captured the hearts of the two girls. (The orioles sing on the shore and willows are clear in spring and the moon is bright in the night. The lotus is clear in the clear water and the wind is cool in the summer.)

So at this time, when Chuchun heard that the master was going to write a poem, he was immediately full of expectations and rushed to find his sister Chuxia.

Shortly after Xu Jin sat down in the study, Chuchun pulled Chuxia in. The latter looked gloomy and slightly pouted, looking like a young wife who was angry.

Reading at night with red sleeves is undoubtedly an enviable beauty. If it is a one-on-one-on-one-like twin maid to wait for the study, it is even more an enviable and jealousy.

At this time, early spring and early summer stood in front of you, which was really pleasing to the eyes. Xu Jin pointed to Mo Yan and said, "What are you doing when you are standing there? Early summer, come here to grind the ink."

Chu Xia almost stomped over, poured some clear water into the ink inkstone, and then began to grind the ink. Xu Jin reached out and pointed the nose of the pretty maid and smiled, "The mouth is so pouting that it can hang a scattered basket."

"No!" Chu Xia gave the master a pretty look, and finally smiled on his cheeks, and he happily grinded the ink.

Xu Jin asked Chuchun to spread a piece of rice paper, then picked up the pen and wrote the "Burning Flowers Poem":

The flowers fade and the flowers fly all over the sky, and the red fragrance fades and the fragrance is gone. Who can pity them?

The silk is soft and the floating spring pavilion is floating, and the fallen catkins are lightly sticky to the embroidered curtain.

The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring evening, and she is filled with sorrow and has no place to let go.

I hoe the flowers out of the embroidery window with my hands and endure the fallen flowers back and forth.

Willow-striped elm pods are fragrant, regardless of peach blossoms or plum blossoms.

The peaches and plums will be released again next year, and who will know in the boudoir next year?

The fragrance nest has been built in March, and the swallows between the beams are too ruthless.

Although the flowers will be pecked next year, the empty nest will be poured out when people go to the beam.

Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, sword and sword are fierce.

When can it be bright and beautiful, it is hard to find it once you wander.

Flowers bloom easily and fall hard to find, and the flowers are worried about burying the flower man in front of the steps.

I sprinkled the flower hoe alone and saw bloody marks on the empty branches.

The cuckoo was speechless at dusk, and he returned home with a hoe to cover the heavy door.

The person who is sleeping on the blue lights and the cold rain knocks on the window and the quilt is not warm.

I blame myself for being too sad, half sorry for spring and half annoyance.

I feel sorry for the spring that I am so annoyed, and then I am so speechless that I am so speechless.

Last night, I sang sadly outside the pavilion, and I knew it was the soul of the flower and the bird.

Flower souls are always hard to keep, and birds are silent and flowers are ashamed.

May wings grow under your ribs and fly to the end of the sky with the flowers.

At the end of the sky, where is the fragrant hill?

It is not as good as a brocade bag to collect beautiful bones, and a piece of pure land covers the romantic life.

The essence is clean and clean, and it is better than the dirt and ditches.

Now I die and get a burial. I wonder when I will die.

The man who buried flowers today laughed at me, but who was buried in the next year?

Just look at the end of spring flowers falling, and it is the time when the beauty dies old and old.

Once spring is over, the beauty is old, and the flowers are falling and the people are dead.

When Xu Jin wrote the last two sentences and put his pen down, he looked up and found that the two little cabbages in early spring and early summer were red like rabbits, and were holding handkerchiefs to wipe their tears, and they were actually crying.

This song "The Song of Burial Flowers" is Lin Daiyu's pinnacle work, which is also the pinnacle work of Master Cao Xueqin. Not to mention ancient people, even modern people, as long as they taste it carefully, they may be infected by the sadness and sorrow of it.

"I am burying flowers today and laugh at me. I know who I am burying in the next year. Look at the flowers falling in spring, and it is when the beauty dies. Once the spring is over, the beauty is old and the flowers fall in, and the flowers fall in and people dies..." Chuchun muttered silently, tears rolling down, and she looked like she was stupid.

Chu Xia wiped her eyes and said, "No, I'm going to cry to death. Why did the master write such a sad poem?"

Xu Jin couldn't help but sweat secretly. He didn't expect that Master Cao's song "The Burial of Flowers" was so lethal. If he was sung with the theme song of "Dream of Red Mansions" in the later 87th edition, what would be wrong? I guess it would be difficult for Wang Cuiqiao to not get the courtesan.

Of course, Xu Jin did not intend to give the song to Wang Cuiqiao together. This song "The Song of Burial Flowers" can be given to her, but the song must be composed by her own, and it is considered a test. Since this woman is determined to travel around the world to create songs, she should be able to compose a good song. Otherwise, it would be better if the courtesan didn't take it!

This song "The Song of Burial Flowers" is very long, and Xu Jin also wrote a long piece of characters. In early spring and early summer, this little cabbage finally stabilized her mood. She carefully dried the characters and rolled them up.

"Why did the master suddenly write such a sad and beautiful poem?" Chuchun asked with admiration and confusion.

Xu Jin pretended to sigh and said, "It's late spring now. I suddenly saw the fallen flowers in the yard tonight, so I felt it. Now that my master's poems are over, you can go and take a shower and go to bed."

In early spring and early summer, I left the study with a look of silence, and was obviously still immersed in the sad atmosphere of "The Song of Burial Flowers".

Xu Jin put the scroll on the bookshelf and was about to send someone to Wang Cuiqiao's flower boat tomorrow. I wonder what kind of song Wang Cuiqiao will eventually compose? It's really exciting!
Chapter completed!