Nine hundred and seventieth chapters lend you a green word
Qing Ci plays the imperial poem, and Jin Hui uses it to keep his light; the elixir expresses the truth and reaches the leaves of the bead bag.
Qing Ci is a literary style that combines essays, memorials, congratulations and other literary styles. It requires both neat form and gorgeous writing. The most important thing is that the written Qing Ci must satisfy Emperor Jiajing, which is very difficult to write.
Zhu Ping'an stayed at his desk for a long time, but could not come up with a satisfactory Qing Ci.
Everyone here is actually similar to Zhu Ping'an. They worked hard to choose words and sentences, but in the end they were not satisfied.
However, Yuan Wei is different.
Yuan Wei is worthy of being the future Prime Minister of Qingci. When everyone in the room was blushing at the words and sentences, Yuan Wei was calm and calm, his demeanor was graceful, and he wrote like a flowing cloud, and he finished writing a Qingci.
"I would like to ask my father-in-law to send you the royal banquet."
Like a proud big rooster, Yuan Wei passed by Zhu Pingan arrogantly, glanced at Zhu Pingan, and saw that the rice paper on Zhu Pingan's table was pure white. He couldn't help but sneer, and then flicked the rice paper in his hand to show off.
Qing Ci, then handed it to the waiting young father-in-law with both hands, and he handed it to Emperor Jiajing for inspection.
"Teacher, I have finished writing, can I hand it in in advance?"
In Zhu Ping'an's eyes, Yuan Wei just turned in the exam early and looked down upon the whole class as a bad academic master.
How grown up and childish.
Zhu Pingan twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled silently.
Regarding Zhu Pingan's expression, Yuan Wei interpreted it as a forced smile, because Zhu Pingan felt that he could not compare with himself, so he smiled bitterly.
Inspired by this understanding, Yuan Wei's literary thoughts began to flow again, and his writing skills were as fast as flying, as if he was being assisted by a god.
Swish Swish Swish
During tea time, I finished another Qing Ci poem.
Therefore, Yuan Wei repeated the action of handing over Qingci for the first time.
Like a victorious rooster, it once again passed by Zhu Pingan's table with great pride, and once again glanced at Zhu Pingan's table. Seeing that the rice paper on Zhu Pingan's table was just as blank as before, he couldn't help but think again.
He sneered contemptuously.
This time Yuan Wei's sneer was much louder than last time, which was very obvious in the silent room.
Everyone noticed.
Everyone knows Yuan Wei's character. He is a proud and conceited person. It is not surprising that he can do such a thing.
Everyone looked here with curious eyes, curious about how the situation would develop, curious about how Zhu Pingan would respond, curious...
However, to everyone's disappointment, Zhu Ping'an remained calm, showed no reaction to this, and turned a deaf ear.
Zhu Pingan turned a blind eye. In Yuan Wei's opinion, Zhu Pingan was too shameless to react. He had already written two Qing Ci poems, but he, the top scholar, still had a blank sheet of paper. Was he too shameless?
.
"Haha, Eunuch Liu, I'm so sorry. I didn't expect to write another article so soon. I have to trouble you to make another trip."
Yuan Wei deliberately stood in front of Zhu Ping'an's table, clasped the Qing Ci in his hand, knocked it, and then said to Eunuch Liu who had just returned from the door.
"Where, where, this kind of hard work, the Zajia family would like to have as many as possible."
Eunuch Liu smiled and replied, "It's true. The more people in the room contribute their Qingci, the better he can handle this job."
Just now, Eunuch Liu handed over the Qing Ci written by Yuan Wei to the palace where Emperor Jiajing practiced, and was lucky enough to be summoned by Emperor Jiajing. After Emperor Jiajing looked at Yuan Wei's Qing Ci, he nodded and said, "The battle is neat and beautiful.
"Okay." Then he asked Eunuch Liu about the progress of Wu Yi Dian Qing Ci. Eunuch Liu responded truthfully and told Emperor Jiajing what Zhu Ping'an said, "roll up your sleeves and work hard". Emperor Jiajing was very happy when he heard this.
"This is the first time His Majesty has smiled today. You are a very good boy. Please pay more attention to your errands in the future."
Because Emperor Jiajing was so happy, Eunuch Liu also received a compliment from Huang Jin, which made Eunuch Liu extremely happy.
Huang Jin is the number one father-in-law in the palace. He holds great power. With Huang Jin's approval, his future will be bright.
After Yuan Wei handed Qingci to Eunuch Liu, he passed by Zhu Pingan and returned to his place. When passing by Zhu Pingan, Yuan Wei seemed to have accidentally seen the blank rice paper on Zhu Pingan's table, pretending to be surprised.
He said, "Huh? Why hasn't Mr. Zhu written yet? It has been conceived for so long, so Mr. Zhu's masterpiece of green poetry still has to be "when the pen falls in the storm, the poem becomes weeping ghosts and gods."
Yuan Wei's words are very sarcastic and can be heard as soon as he hears them.
"hehe"
The pen fell into the storm, and the poem became the weeping ghosts and gods. Yuan Wei's mouth was really poisonous. When everyone in the room heard the words, many people couldn't help but chuckle. Suddenly, everyone's interest became more intense, and their eyes were focused on Zhu Ping'an like a spotlight.
I've been slapped on the nose and face. Let's see how Zhu Pingan reacts.
Are you still excited?!
After hearing Yuan Wei's sarcastic words, Zhu Pingan couldn't help but look up at Yuan Wei. Yuan Wei's surprise in his eyes was exaggerated, and his sarcastic expression was particularly unflattering. Zhu Pingan couldn't help but want to satisfy him.
Eye contact.
A smell of gunpowder smoke filled the air.
Yes, this is interesting. When everyone saw this, their faces flushed with excitement. After sitting here for so long, composing Qingci, my brains were almost exhausted. At this time, there is such a good show, let everyone adjust
, the appreciation is simply too good. I have been imagining it for so long, so it’s time to relax.
The two people's eyes met.
one second
two seconds
Suddenly, a simple and honest smile appeared on the corner of Zhu Pingan's mouth. Haha, just when he looked at Yuan Wei, a bold and interesting inspiration flew into Zhu Pingan's mind: Haha, you are not full of literary thoughts and awesome.
Well, how about I "borrow" the Qingci song that you became famous ten years later?
It felt like using Yuan Wei's hand to slap him in the face.
When he thought of this, the smile on Zhu Pingan's lips became more and more honest.
Yuan Wei won the favor of Emperor Jiajing by writing Qing Ci, and then rose through the ranks and reached the cabinet position. Regardless of Yuan Wei's character, his talent and his achievements in Qing Ci are undeniable.
However, as the saying goes, the older the person is, the more powerful his literary skills will be. It has accumulated and fermented. Yuan Wei’s Qingci skills in ten years will definitely be better than those of Yuan now.
Wei must be powerful.
What's more, Yuan Wei's famous Qingci poem ten years later is not even more impressive than his poem "Luo Shui Xuan Gui Chu Xian Rui".
Another thing is, ten years, such a long time span, Yuan Wei must have thought about that famous Qingci now, so he doesn’t have to worry about plagiarism.
Um
It was decided happily.
So, with a simple and honest smile on his lips, Zhu Pingan looked up at Yuan Wei, and replied humbly: "Haha, Mr. Yuan is joking, Pingan is stupid, and after so long of thinking about it, he only came up with a humble work.
How can he be worthy of Mr. Yuan's words: "The pen falls in the storm, and the poem becomes the weeping ghosts and gods."