This minister was a young old man, fifty years old, from the fifth rank. Emperor Wanli remembered it after hearing his introduction. It seemed that he was transferred to Nanjing in the eleventh year of Wanli, and he came back in the eighteenth year. It seemed that
There is such a thing.
"It's you, I seem to have some impression..."
"I think that although the Taoist priest has made great contributions to the rescue, he should not be given the post of Director of the Imperial Academy!"
The little old man Liu Yingqiu said: "What the Imperial Academy teaches is the way of saints, and Taoist Master Ji is a Taoist. Although Confucianism and Taoism have something in common, they cannot be confused. I talk about human affairs, he talks about the way of heaven, I talk about running a country, and he wants to do nothing. Your Majesty
This kind of behavior is like asking a cow to lead a group of sheep! It looks similar, but in fact it is very different."
Emperor Wanli: "I will give him an official title. There are two places for the Imperial College. If I add another one, I won't let him actually teach those students. What's wrong with that?"
At this time, the eunuch Tian Yi seemed to remember something and quietly reported it to Emperor Wanli.
After Emperor Wanli listened, he glanced at the three pavilion elders again, and after some communication with their eyes, he understood.
"Liu Yingqiu...I heard that you received an order from the cabinet a few days ago and are going to the Imperial College to serve as a sacrificial wine?"
The little old man almost slapped his thigh... His speech was hasty.
Emperor Wanli was obviously unhappy, and his next sentence was almost like "pay your wages to the household department tomorrow, and then don't come back." However, Emperor Wanli was a shameless person, so he would not say this openly, otherwise
He wouldn't have fought with civil servants for eleven years over the matter of establishing a crown prince, and ended up being autistic for nine years.
The little old man would not give up, so he said at this time: "I want to take up the post of Imperial College to offer wine sacrifices, so naturally I can't let any problems arise in my position as Secretary. If Your Majesty really wants to reward me with the official position of Imperial College, can you allow me to take the exam?"
Emperor Wanli looked at the little old man: "Okay, what you said makes sense, then you can take the test."
The emperor sat up straight.
Now that the venue is ready for you, let's start your performance.
Ji Xiang was standing next to the two pavilion elders, maintaining an awkward but polite smile. When he was suddenly called out, he felt troublesome.
Working in the Forbidden City is true...everything is boring and annoying.
Ji Xiang's silence made the little old man very happy: "Why didn't the Taoist Master say a word? Do you not understand or are you not afraid? Are you waiting for me to ask the question? If you are ready, I will ask."
Of course Ji Xiang didn't know what the other party was going to ask, so he said in advance:
"I am still young, and I have never taken any academic examinations. I really don't know much about the Four Books and Five Classics. I only know a little bit about it. Please be merciful."
The little old man became energetic, and this time he was bound to show off in front of Emperor Wanli, who had not been in court for many years, to deepen his impression:
"It is of course as difficult as climbing to heaven for a monk like you to write eight essays. The words and thoughts of my Confucian saint have spanned the ages and spanned the Spring and Autumn Period. You are like a stream and cannot see the rivers and seas. How can you understand? I will not test you on these."
"But as a director of the Imperial College, you must be able to compose poetry, right?"
Ji Xiang thought for a moment and nodded: "I understand a little bit."
The little old man nodded: "That's OK. Poetry can best reflect people's literary talents and is also the most straightforward."
"Since you, the Imperial College's chief minister, and a senior official of the fourth rank, are the ones His Majesty wants to create, even though you have no real rights, the reputation of the Imperial College cannot be lost in the hands of the old man, just in case you don't know how to do anything.
Don't you feel comfortable if others laugh at you if you still hold this position?"
"So, even if you don't care about anything, you must at least be able to compose poetry. If you really can't, just say a few words and let your majesty judge."
The surrounding ministers also whispered to each other and nodded frequently, indicating that this is fair. If you don't know how to do stereotyped writing, I will test you on poetry.
As soon as Ji Xiang thought about it, it was okay, and then asked: "I wonder what your requirements are for this poem?"
"What do you want? Your Majesty returns to the court today. Our Ming Dynasty...everything is changing! How about you write a poem with the title 'New', but no new words are allowed in the poem?"
The little old man thinks he has asked a profound question. It seems simple, but here is a trick for you:
Ji Xiang just heard the little old man gasping for breath, and thought he was going to say that I will be invincible tomorrow...
"Please allow me to think about it for a moment."
Ji Xiang slowly chewed on the little old man's question.
Poetry, I have a lot of predecessors. After all, it is a complete collection of scriptures about walking in human form. He is also a great cultural person. But writing it on the spot, there is no way to copy the poems quickly. Anyway, there is the Qing Dynasty behind the Ming Dynasty, so just copy it
It's done.
Emperor Wanli was stimulated by the reform of everything, and Emperor Wanli came to court again. At this time, Ji Xiang's mind somehow thought of Lord Huo's words.
How miserable the people are in this world. Above the court, the princes, ministers, and the emperor of Mingguang will not understand. Could the last dynasty have renewed everything in the Ming Dynasty?
They may know the situation below, but what does it have to do with them? There are only a few people who are willing to turn their attention to the situation below, and most of them are obsessed with party strife.
Thinking about it this way, Lord Huo felt that destroying the old world and reopening the Sun, Moon and Sky would be a new... It is not completely unreasonable. Is it just a matter of reopening the Sun and the Moon?
Ji Xiang didn't think about these things and skipped this topic directly.
I am no longer a human being, no matter what I do, the world of gods and ghosts has its own course.
However, it was also at this time that a dusty short poem gradually emerged from Ji Xiang's memory and came to mind.
The entire dynasty was full of civil and military officials, and their words were mediocre.
The emperors of the Five Dynasties were in a state of confusion.
The Ming Dynasty fell in Chongzhen, actually fell in Wanli, and first fell in Jiajing. The Ming Empire will collapse into dust in a few decades. But now that Emperor Wanli has returned to the court and Ming Guangzong has disappeared, a different empire may be born.
future.
It's just the right time for this scene.
At the beginning, I took a step and made a thud. The sound was clear on the big stone floor tiles and echoed in front of Fengtian Gate for a long time.
"The Ming Dynasty must have an opportunity for change."
Looking at the red-walled Forbidden City, the morning sun fills the sky, everything wakes up, and the sky is bright. Suddenly, I feel a sense of heroism and emotion, rushing into my heart. The blue clouds and white sun are like changing winds and thunderstorms.
Come from afar.
When the ministers saw that Ji Xiang had finished thinking, they all waited without saying a word. In front of Fengtian Gate, no one spoke, the birds did not sing, and you could hear the drop of a needle.
Ji Xiang took another step, looking from the sky to the earth, with a slight sigh:
"It's sad that Kyushu is angry because of wind and thunder, and thousands of horses are silent."
As soon as the first two lines of the poem were uttered, the eyes of many courtiers moved.
Just these two lines of poetry can tell you the level of writing. This is not random writing. This is prepared. This is not some doggerel. This is the real thing!
Many people looked at Ji Xiang with a slight change in their eyes. Even the little old man Liu Yingqiu narrowed his eyes.
Ji Xiang looked at the ministers, as if from the sky to the earth, as if from the distance of the mountains and rivers to the temple. Then he took one step... and another step. Two steps in a row, and the next two sentences were completed in one go:
"I urge God to cheer up and send talents of any kind to you!"