Those who did not survive last winter include Vice Minister Gao Jingshan and Zhao Mingcheng, who serves in the Hanlin Academy.
This man died of illness after all. He didn't suffer as much as he did in history, and he didn't leave much to blame.
For example, when he was appointed as the prefect of Jiangning by Zhao Gou, his subordinates came to report that the imperial camp commander Wang also showed signs of rebellion. Zhao Mingcheng ignored it at all and did not take it to heart at all. His subordinates, civil and military, could only take precautions on their own. When the subordinates
The rebels were defeated and when they went to look for Zhao Mingcheng, he had already escaped from the city without a trace.
No responsibility at all!
Li Qingzhao now lives in Gui Nhon Fang in the southeast of the city. The housing prices here are not low. After all, Nanshi is just a few blocks away.
In order to expand the Baoli Palace and build Genyue, Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty directly demolished the entire North Market, and the South Market in Bianliang became more prosperous and lively.
Fortunately, there was a low-price house sale last year, and the old Song Dynasty families were divided and moved, and the properties they left behind were disposed of by the court. Zhao Mingcheng sold some antique calligraphy and paintings and bought a house at half the price.
Her husband died, she had no children, and the empty house was extremely desolate.
"Madam, someone sent a message outside, saying that the old lady is dead." The servant came to report.
Li Qingzhao was startled and quickly realized that his mother-in-law had passed away.
She invited the old servant in, opened the letter and read it, asked about the situation carefully, then gave some money and sent away.
The Zhao and Li families had long since collapsed, and Li Qingzhao had not contacted her husband's family for twenty years.
It was impossible for Li Qingzhao to go to the funeral. Even if her husband was still alive, he would go to the funeral alone.
When her father was exiled to Guangnan, instead of saving her father, his father-in-law added insult to injury and stabbed him in the back!
Alas, life is so difficult.
Lying in the yard, Li Qingzhao poured himself a drink and stared at the swaying leaves in a daze.
Her hair was tied up in a knotted bun, which was a mourning bun.
Her relationship with her late husband was severed and she had to mourn for twenty-five months.
In the afternoon, a friend sent a letter to invite Li Qingzhao to attend the Jinmingchi Poetry Recital.
Li Qingzhao didn't want to agree, after all, she was still in mourning, but she was bored at home, so she finally agreed to go.
After her husband died, she had been at home for four months, and if she didn't go out to get some fresh air, she would get moldy.
The next morning, Li Qingzhao went out wearing a mourning bun. Except for not wearing any jewelry, there was nothing unusual about his other clothes, but he was dressed plainly.
The donkey cart was purchased by Zhao Mingcheng. Two healthy servants opened the way, followed by a maid, and Li Qingzhao headed towards Jinmingchi in the west of the city.
There are especially many tourists in Jinming Pond in spring.
This royal garden has almost become "Tokyo People's Park" due to the increased opening dates of the Ming Dynasty.
"Dangdangdangdang..."
Before leaving the city, the bells from the bell tower rang.
The four-sided clock with heavy hammers has become an everyday thing, and no locals are staring at it anymore.
But there are also some craftsmen who want to imitate, but don't dare to ask around.
Fortunately, the Holy Emperor was so kind that he posted a notice a few days ago: Any merchant can buy the blueprint of the pendulum clock as long as he takes out one thousand guan.
It is estimated that in two months, small pendulum clocks will be sold in Tokyo.
When the donkey cart drives outside Jinmingchi Garden, you have to pay to park here.
There is no admission fee to enter the park, but parking fees are required. All nearby restaurants and shops are contracted to private merchants, and all income goes to the royal family.
The Painted Boat in the Lake is also a royal property and was also contracted out.
When Li Qingzhao boarded the ship, nearly ten people had already gathered in Huafang, and they all greeted her warmly.
"Sister is here." Mrs. Wang nodded slightly without even getting up to greet her.
Li Qingzhao didn't like this cousin because he thought he was too scheming. Moreover, since Qin Hui became the minister, the Wang family has become more domineering and more deliberate in currying favor with the powerful.
Li Qingzhao was a little surprised to find that there was a man in the boat.
Zhou, the daughter-in-law of Zhao Quan, Minister of Industry, said: "We invited several new scholars today, and one of them is the first in the second class."
Li Qingzhao asked: "Isn't Mrs. Yu coming?"
"She said she had something to do at home and would come to the party another day," Ms. Zhou said.
Li Qingzhao smiled and said that Yu Shanwei was indeed cautious and would never come into contact with a new Jinshi.
After waiting for a while, people started to board the boat one after another, and more than 20 people participated in the poetry meeting.
Li Yi, the sixth Jinshi, was warmly received and he enjoyed the feeling of being taken seriously.
What can I say about this person? He has talent, but that's all.
Historically, he was able to get into the top 10, which was quite a bit of bad luck.
When the Jin soldiers marched south, the guard felt that the champion was young and was not worthy of dying in the battle, so he asked Li Yi to leave the city quickly to avoid disaster.
As the second-in-command in the city, Li Yi actually abandoned the city and ran away. He found his mother outside the city and planned to take her away, but his mother angrily scolded him: "If I leave, you have no intention of sticking around. Hurry up.
Go back and defend the city, I will stay and live and die with you."
After being taught by his mother, Li Yi returned to the city and vowed to live and die with the whole city. The morale of the defenders suddenly became high.
A little greedy for life, but not afraid of death.
"Today, Madam Yu is not around, so I have the guts to host the poetry meeting," Mrs. Wang said in her opening remarks, "These are all talented people in the world. They are from Xinke High School. It is really not easy for women like us to discuss poetry..."
"I don't dare take it!" several Jinshis said quickly.
After chatting for a while, Mrs. Wang added: "At the banquet in Qionglin, the officials wrote an imperial poem. This is the only poem the officials show to others. This is very rare and should be read and appreciated."
Li Qingzhao was a little curious when he heard it. When he got Zhu Guoxiang's limerick and read it, he immediately laughed out loud: "This poem... is excellent!"
Wang said sternly: "The official masterpiece has its own profound meaning."
Li Qingzhao smiled and said nothing. After all, it was the emperor's work, and she really couldn't be as venomous as before.
Li Yi quickly explained: "At the Qionglin banquet, the official claimed that he was not good at rhetoric, so he could only write a limerick. He also said that it was too modest to make people laugh. Although this poem does not follow the rhythm, it has a lofty intention and is sufficiently clear.
The emperor has great talents and great strategies."
"Of course," another scholar also said, "the interests of officials are not in poetry and articles, but in the world and the country. Even limericks are written in such a calm and elegant way."
People began to praise it, deliberately bypassing the literary talent, and only focused on the concept and structure.
Li Qingzhao shook her fan and remained silent. She regretted coming to the poetry meeting.
Among this group of official family members, she only liked Yu Shanwei, and the rest were all common people.
Perhaps it was too embarrassing to praise limericks, so Wang changed the topic and asked several new scholars to come up with their poetry works.
After Li Yi took out his old poems and asked those present to comment, he couldn't help but said: "I have long admired the name of layman Yi'an, but today I don't bother to judge one or two."
Li Qingzhao had just listened to the poems and said very tactfully: "Your poems have the correct rhyme and rhythm."
This means that only the flat and oblique rhythms are left, and there are no other advantages at all.
Li Yi said awkwardly: "I've learned a lesson from you."
In the past, Li Qingzhao would have been much more venomous.
Firstly, she is getting older, secondly, she is homeless, and thirdly, she is helpless. Now she has become very restrained in speaking.
After staying in Huafang for a while, Li Qingzhao excused himself and left early, saying that he had something to do at home.
There was really nothing to miss in Tokyo, so she decided to sell her house and return to her hometown to raise an orphan to kill time.
I returned to my residence in a donkey cart and was preparing to eat when my half-brother Li Hao came to visit me.
"Sister, what a happy event!" Li Hao said when they met.
Li Qingzhao asked puzzledly: "Where does joy come from?"
Li Hao said: "Your Majesty is going to transfer a large number of officials back from Guangdong, some of whom are talented and knowledgeable, and plans to keep them in the Hanlin Academy to compile books. This book is called "Hongwu Complete Book", and the classics and history will be compiled into it. My brother-in-law's "Golden Stone Record"
", it must be included. I asked your majesty to tell you that the "Inscriptions on Gold and Stone" has not been completed, and your majesty allowed you to go to the Hanlin Academy to assist in the compilation. Doesn't my sister's hometown still have more than a dozen rooms of books? But once
And dedicate them to the imperial court. These books will be returned to you after the selection of the Hanlin Academy is completed."
"Can women also enter the Imperial Academy?" Li Qingzhao asked in surprise.
Li Hao said: "I didn't send you a salary official. Your Majesty gave me a temporary job."
Li Qingzhao asked: "Do I need to go back to Shandong to pick up the books?"
Li Hao said: "No, as long as I nod my head, I will fix a letter for my family and local officials will send it to Tokyo."
When Li Qingzhao and his wife fled, they took away all the fine goods, and these alone were measured in "cars".
And the collection of books they left behind in their hometown filled more than a dozen rooms!
Li Qingzhao went to the Hanlin Academy the next day and received a temporary assignment, which was probably similar to a contract worker. The salary was not yet stated.
The compilation work of "The Complete Book of Hongwu" has not yet begun.
The main purpose is to deal with officials in Guangdong. It would be really bad to dismiss officials all at once.
Therefore, Zhu Guoxiang decided to rectify the notorious ones and remove the mediocre ones. The corrupt officials with extensive knowledge were thrown into compilation of books. Moreover, it was the huge "Hongwu Complete Book", so that these corrupt officials would do nothing else for the rest of their lives and just dig into the pile of old papers.
Well, don't give them any chance to make money again.
You can't even leave your name. Only a few chief editors can sign on such a large book editing project.
Li Qingzhao was temporarily assigned to the Painting Academy of the Hanlin Academy, where there is a large collection left by Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty, including many epigraphic antiques and artworks.
Li Qingzhao's job was to sort out Song Huizong's collection and write them together in Zhao Mingcheng's "Inscriptions on Gold and Stone".
Facing the royal collection that he had never dreamed of seeing before, Li Qingzhao felt as if a rat had run into the granary, wishing he could eat and live in it.
Ju Ming, who was about to go on an inspection tour to Shandong, joked with his father: "I heard that Li Qingzhao is at the art academy, why don't you go and get to know him?"
Zhu Guoxiang said angrily: "No matter how famous you are, you are already a middle-aged woman. What do you mean by winking?"
"As if I didn't say it," Ju Ming muttered, "the Jin people have already made some small moves. I have to quickly go to Shandong for inspection to make the newly formed troops return to their roots. I'll leave it to you in Tokyo."
"Don't worry, don't go to the battlefield in person if it's not necessary." Zhu Guoxiang reminded.
On the day Zhu Ming left Beijing, Zhu Guoxiang drove to the art academy. He was mainly curious about what the talented Li Qingzhao looked like.
