After Zhou Houjie left, it was time for lunch in the Hanlin Academy. The Hanlin Academy also had a public kitchen, which provided different levels of lunch according to the official's rank. Of course, they were all free. Zhu Ping'an took advantage of his rank, and his lunch was better than Zhang's.
Siwei added a meat dish, and the two of them ate the food together.
Although there is a public kitchen in the Hanlin Academy, there are no public dormitories and no place to take a nap. There is only one duty room with two beds, but this belongs to the duty person. Zhu Pingan went to the Cangge after lunch. In the Cangge
I found a window facing the sun, moved a chair, reclined, closed my eyes and rested.
The sun shone on my body, making it very warm and comfortable. It felt like I was in Xiahe Village and basking in the sun with the breeze blowing by the river.
Xiahe Village
In about a week of work, there will be a two-month long vacation for the new officer. During the two-month vacation, I can spend some time in Xiahe Village.
Zhu Pingan slowly fell asleep as he thought about it. In his sleep, his mother Chen stewed another pot of fragrant chicken soup. His father hunted two wild rabbits from the mountain and was treating them with his elder brother by the well.
"Hey, Zihou, wake up quickly"
Just when Zhu Ping'an was about to feast on his mother's fragrant stewed muscles, he was awakened by Zhang Siwei's broken voice. This man not only called, but was completely crazy and called while shaking his hands. Zhu Ping'an woke up.
Shi realized that his head was almost turned into a rattle by Zhang Siwei.
"Dizzy, you are trying to commit murder." Zhu Pingan rubbed his eyes and looked at Zhang Siwei speechlessly.
"What kind of murder are you planning? Get up quickly and come with me to the hall. A piece of paper has been sent from the Holy Spirit." Zhang Siwei explained briefly and quickly and walked quickly towards the front hall.
A piece of paper came from the Holy Spirit?
What is the purpose of Emperor Jiajing's paper being sent to the Hanlin Academy? Well, he must be looking for it right now. I haven't had time to sort it out in the Tibetan Pavilion. Zhu Ping'an felt a little uneasy in his heart.
When he arrived at the front hall, Zhu Ping'an knew why Zhang Siwei was so anxious, because the person who came to pass the paper on behalf of the Holy Emperor was not an ordinary eunuch but the famous man Huang Jin who was around Emperor Jiajing. Huang Jin was very trusted around Emperor Jiajing.
Yes, an edict was drafted in front of the Hanlin Academy just yesterday. The edict was about Huang Jin. The edict named Huang Jin the "Eunuch of the Imperial Envoy, Governor of Dongchang Official School". The abbreviation of this official position is "Admiral of Dongchang", and the honorific title is
The 'Chang Gong' or 'Governor', that is, from the head of the Dongchang. Huang Jin, the emperor's confidant, the head of the Dongchang personally sent the small piece of paper from Emperor Jiajing. It must be a very important matter, and it is no wonder that Zhang Siwei did this
So anxious.
"Why don't Mr. Huang come here personally? Just send someone." Yuan Wei smiled and stepped forward to talk to Huang Jin.
"Master Yuan, you're welcome. This matter concerns the Holy Dragon Body, and we are afraid that those brats might miss the point." Huang Jin shook his head, with an anxious look on his face.
Huang Jin came in person, and Yuan Wei, Li Chunfang and others had already attached great importance to it. Now after hearing what Huang Jin said and looking at the anxious look on Huang Jin's face, Yuan Wei, Li Chunfang and others couldn't help but murmur in their hearts.
Could it be that the Dragon Body is ill? However, if something unexpected happened to the Holy Dragon Body, he should go to Tai Hospital. Why did he come to Hanlin Academy?
Yuan Wei and others were confused and worried, not knowing what the note from Emperor Jiajing was this time.
Zhu Pingan also looked at the broken piece of paper in Huang Jin's hand curiously. But when he saw clearly the material of the paper in Huang Jin's hand, Zhu Pingan didn't worry much. It seemed that the piece of paper was taken by Emperor Jiajing from Qing Dynasty.
A piece of rattan paper was torn off. It is estimated that Emperor Jiajing tore off a corner and wrote a note when he was going to the heaven to perform the fasting ceremony. Emperor Jiajing was still able to perform the fasting ceremony, so it must be nothing serious.
Even if it was a note, everyone in the Hanlin Academy knelt down to greet it. Li Chunfang, who was the oldest among the people with the highest official position, accepted the note on behalf of the Hanlin Academy.
"I would like to submit the number of poems that have an appetite."
When Li Chunfang opened the note and read the contents clearly, the expression on Li Chunfang's face was very surprised.
Seeing this, Yuan Wei became even more curious. When Li Chunfang passed the note to Yuan Wei, Yuan Wei's expression was almost the same as Li Chunfang's. After reading it, Yuan Wei passed the note to Zhang Juzheng who was standing aside.
Then Zhang Juzheng read the note and passed it to the people next to him. Soon everyone in the Hanlin Academy read the note again.
Appetizing poetry? What the hell?
When it comes to poems dedicated to the youth, no one is curious at all. In the past, Emperor Jiajing would pass pieces of paper to the Hanlin Academy from time to time for poems dedicated to the youth. However, this is the first time that the poems presented to the emperor are appetizing. In other words,
What are the poems about appetite?
"Your Majesty, your appetite has been very bad these past few days. We ate some last night and our family was very happy for a long time. But today, we haven't eaten anything for breakfast and lunch. We see it and feel pain in our hearts. Last night
Your Majesty, it was only after reading a poem that I gained an appetite. Today, Your Majesty, I couldn’t bear our persuasion, so I wrote this note while meditating. All of you scholars are talented and knowledgeable, so you must write more poems. Your Majesty,
I leave the dragon body to you all." Huang Jin said and bowed heavily to everyone in the Hanlin Academy.
Just kidding, you are the factory director of Dongchang, who dares to accept your courtesy? Li Chunfang and others quickly grabbed Huang Jin, then patted their chests and promised to live up to their trust.
Your Majesty, was it because you read an appetizing poem last night that your appetite increased?
What kind of poems are called appetite-inducing poems?
No one will think of the poem that Zhu Ping'an wrote when he was drunk last night. Who will think of the half-decent poem at a small banquet with the poem that Emperor Jiajing had a great appetite last night? Ahem, that other thing is called poetry.
What! Vulgar!
However, even though this little piece of paper from Emperor Jiajing was a bit sudden, it still couldn't stop the talented and knowledgeable officials.
Yuan Wei, in particular, is even more agile in his thinking. Just like when he first wrote poems and poems about the Qing Dynasty, Yuan Wei wrote down a poem full of literary talent in almost half a cup of tea:
From the peak of the purple camel emerges a green cauldron with water essence coiled around its plain scales;
The rhinoceros chopsticks have not been used for a long time, and the luan knife has been cut into the air.
He swung his swords left and right, and his swords flew high on the golden plate, high as the snow.
Huangmen's flying horses and Fu Fuchen's imperial chefs came to deliver eight delicacies.
Yuan Wei wrote a poem so quickly, which surprised everyone. Several officials gathered around to read Yuan Wei's poems and praised Yuan Wei's poems full of praise. They were full of literary talent. Watching this poem was like seeing eight delicacies.
It was like seeing the craftsmanship of the imperial chef and praising the masterpiece.
Yuan Wei listened to the praise and looked at Zhu Ping'an who had not yet written, and couldn't help but show a proud look. What young number one scholar, who has a vain reputation, can compare to me, Yuan Wei?!
(ps: Please ignore Du Fu’s Beauty’s Journey and watch the Fishing Song, as this work begins with Yuan Wei.) (To be continued.)
When the ground comes down and the clouds come down, come to the pavilion and you can get the view.]