In the afternoon of that day, Wang Xu attended the Qionglin Banquet as the new top scholar.
The Qionglin Banquet, also known as the Enrong Banquet, is a celebration specially prepared by the emperor for the new scholars.
Because it is located in the Qionglin Garden of the Imperial Palace, it is known as the Qionglin Banquet. It is the dream of thousands of students to have a happy gathering here in the scholar forest in their lifetime.
Porridge in the morning is no match for wine in the evening.
On this day, everyone was very happy, accompanied by hundreds of civil and military officials, and many people were drunk.
In this feast, there are no courtiers, no political affairs, only scholars and a glass of fine wine.
Wang Xu, as a new top scholar, was drunk by countless people.
He couldn't remember so many names. Anyway, when someone came and drank his fill, he would finish the glass without even looking at who was coming.
After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.
A scholar from the Chu region cried loudly for some unknown reason and sang the Songs of Chu: "The Fate of the Falling Time".
I am sad that my fate is not as good as that of the ancients. How can I live without missing the time?
Those who go by cannot be rescued, and those who seek help cannot be expected.
Ambition regrets and hates but does not succeed; it is poetry because it is true to one's emotions.
The night is bright and I can't sleep, and I feel anxious and worried.
The poems of Chu are sad, tactful and majestic, making those who hear them sad and those who listen to them in tears.
Many scholars present, listening to this Song of Chu, thought of every detail of the ten years of hardship, and couldn't help but sing along.
The civil and military officials from the Manchu Dynasty who were present listened to this Song of Chu, thinking of the time when they were young and wearing thin spring clothes, riding horses and leaning on the leaning bridge. When they looked back, they were old and regretful, so they also sang along.
There were no musicians, so everyone knocked on their wine glasses, clapped on the table, and sang graceful and heroic songs, drifting in the evening breeze. Today is a worry-free day.
The majestic emperor was lying on the dragon bed, patting his thigh.
The old-fashioned censor, drunk, shook his head and followed the rhythm.
The big bosses in the cabinet were smiling and clapping their hands, humming a tune that no one could hear clearly.
The civil and military officials of the entire dynasty sang and balladed, forgetting their different political opinions, forgetting to share the same party and oppose those who disagreed. Maybe when I wake up tomorrow, these people are my heroes and their enemies. But today, let’s not think about them. Drinking, just drink wine.
On this day, Wang Xu remembered that he drank a lot, and before he could drink more, everything was over.
After all, this is not a fairy tale world. There is no valley with everlasting spring, no Winnie the Pooh who is always happy, no Tigger who does not eat meat, and no Piglet who always delivers honey to his friends.
There is a small flower in Qionglin Garden. I can’t say its name. It can be seen everywhere on the roadside. It can’t be said to be expensive.
Wang Xu saw it when he entered the garden, but when he went out, the flowers were gone.
When I asked, Qionglin Garden only collected famous flowers and rare herbs, not wild flowers. The flower had been picked by the attendant.
Only then did Wang Xu suddenly realize that it was fake, everything was fake, the Chu Ci was fake, and the harmony was fake. This Qionglin Banquet was just like the graduation photos we took at school when we graduated from college.
On this day, everyone only kept the best side, but in fact, one step forward is dusk, and one step back is life.
The next day, the Ministry of Rites came to convey the decree, granting Wang Xu the sixth-rank official position and entering the Hanlin Academy as an editor.
The Hanlin Academy is the place where great scholars are educated. You may not become a great scholar if you enter the Hanlin Academy, but every great scholar has attended the Hanlin Academy.
The editor of the Hanlin Academy is a sixth-rank official position within the Hanlin Academy. His responsibilities are to edit ancient books, draft imperial edicts, compile history books, and serve as lecturers at banquets. It is recognized as the easiest place to make achievements, and can gain the reputation of editing and annotating books. .
The Emperor of the Wu Dynasty intended to revise the Great Wu Baodian. There is no doubt that the repair of the Great Wu Baodian would produce at least three or five great scholars.
However, Wang Xu still refused. Now that he is awake, he should not go back to sleep. It is time to say goodbye.
Wang Xu declined the conferment, packed his luggage, waved to the teacher, and got on the carriage returning home.
He went deep into the mountains and walked through old forests. He spent his free time with flying cranes and his tired neighbors with small bridges and flowing water. He would never return to the capital unless he became a great scholar.
Xue Mushan was very surprised. He couldn't figure out why Wang Xu left, settled in the Hanlin Academy, compiled the Great Wu Baodian, wouldn't it be good to become an official and study?
Wang Xu didn't explain, he just said that he couldn't be restrained and just wanted to be an idle cloud and a wild crane.
In fact, Wang Xu didn't want to leave, but had to leave.
Staying in the Hanlin Academy and compiling the Great Wu Book can make him a great Confucian.
But, how many years will it take, ten years, twenty years, thirty years, or fifty years?
The Great Wu Baodian is not so easy to repair. Wang Xu has his own plans and ideas. He doesn't want to follow other people's rhythms, he just wants to walk his own path.
After leaving the capital and returning to the south of the Yangtze River, Wang Xu was confident that he would become a great Confucian within ten years, or even less than ten years.
Here, he can't guarantee it, so he is destined to leave, leave this vortex.
On the day Wang Xu left the city, the emperor personally sent a personal eunuch, also known as a eunuch, to persuade him to stay.
He did not stay because Wang Xu knew that if the Pingman policy was implemented now, he would not be the one to make the decision.
With so many great Confucians in the court, it would be his turn to be a Jinshi. Once the policy of pacifying the barbarians is implemented and preparations are made to use troops against the southern barbarians, the Confucius Temple and the saintly family may come forward.
Wang Xu is not a fool. He is not here to make wedding clothes for others. Ping Mance can use it, but only he can use it.
The policy of pacifying the barbarians and suppressing the barbarians was the foundation for Wang Xu to advance to the rank of sage after he became a great Confucian.
A gentleman hides his weapon in his body, waiting for the opportunity to move. How can such a sharp weapon be handed over to him?
Wang Xu left. He rode a fast horse and headed south as soon as he left the capital. The sky was high and the birds were flying, with infinite pride in his heart.
Now that he is a Jinshi, and with the Unknown Golden Book in his possession, he is not afraid of the idle Demon King.
Now, he is free, truly free. There is no such thing as party struggle, no heir grabbing, no barbarian clan, no monster clan, no six-path reincarnation, no Taoist creation of gods. If the mountains don’t come to me, I won’t go to the mountains either. You guys
What can you do to me?
"stop!"
Wang Xu rode a tall horse and ran hundreds of miles in one breath. When he stopped again, he was stopped by someone.
What stopped him was a group of villagers, all dressed in ragged clothes and holding wooden sticks and hoes, blocking the way.
"What's going on, you want to rob me in broad daylight?" Wang Xu was riding on his horse, looking at the villagers blocking the road without fear.
There were eight more villagers guarding the bridge. When they heard Wang Xu's words, they all looked at each other. The leader stood up and replied: "We are not bandits, we are villagers from Xiaozaozhuang behind the bridge. You can't cross this road.
We are asking the gods, and if we offend the gods, we will not be able to bear the consequences."
"Please God?"
Wang Xulu was stunned for a moment. Just now he had thought of the Taoist plan to create gods, but he didn't expect to encounter it so soon.
Turning over and dismounting, Wang Xu's horse turned into a golden chariot. With a move of his hand, the golden horse suddenly turned into golden light and flew into Wang Xu's sleeve.
Seeing this scene, several villagers were frightened and retreated to the bridge.
Wang Xu smiled as soon as he opened his mouth and said, "Don't be afraid, I am a scholar. This horse was transformed from my poems, not some monster."
"Are you a scholar?"
The strong man at the head looked at Wang Xu, looked him up and down, nodded to his companions and said, "Looking at his clothes, he does look like a well-educated gentleman. He shouldn't have been transformed by a monster."
The villagers looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.
Wang Xu walked to the bridge, looked at the small village behind the bridge, and asked: "You just said you were inviting gods. What kind of gods did you invite? How did you invite them? Can you tell me?"
"I'm inviting the God of the Earth." A villager replied.
"Our place is called Xiaozaozhuang. The name sounds good, but in fact there are nine droughts in ten years and there are no farmers growing in the land." Another villager said.
"At the Taoist temple in the town, the old temple owner told us that if we want to change this situation, we need to have a scholar to protect a place with culture, or else we have to ask gods to sit in our place. How can we invite scholars in a poor and remote place like ours?
, Fortunately, you can invite an earth god. According to the old observer, after inviting this earth god, under the protection of the earth god, the food growth can increase by at least 30%."
Everyone was talking in a hurry, and after talking, there was a sound of banging in the village.
When I was very far away, I saw a Taoist priest walking in front, followed by all the old women and children in the village, carrying a statue of the god and walking towards the bridge.
The statue is three feet tall and looks like an old man. It holds a gourd and a cane in its hands and has a pleasant smile.
Wang Xu looked at it and laughed, isn't this the land lord?