Besides, Fu Cun, even if he wanted to compete, he should compare his literary talent with Shun Anyan. After all, Shun Anyan's literary talent was pretty good.
Isn't it bullying to compete with an essayist in boxing and kicking?
At that moment, Emperor Kangxi narrowed his eyes and said: "Since Fu Cun has admired Shun Anyan's literary talent for a long time, each of you can write a policy essay for me today." After the fist and kick competition, it's time to compete in essays.
Emperor Kangxi was a very protective person. Not only was Shun Anyan his nephew in name only, but he was about to become his daughter's consort. He couldn't let him be bullied.
Since you lost in the martial arts competition, let's compete in something else.
Anyway, for such a rough guy like Fucun, one can tell at a glance that his literary talent is not very good.
Thinking of this, Emperor Kangxi immediately asked people to get the table and spread paper and pens for each of them.
The two of them were stunned for a moment, and then immediately sat down.
Seeing Emperor Kangxi's high spirits, the two of them naturally wanted to continue the scene.
There has to be at least a little bit of tension.
The two people didn't like each other. Now that they were sitting face to face, the atmosphere immediately became tense.
Emperor Kangxi was in a good mood, and he opened a memorial at random, and then said to the next two people: "Just write a policy about the Mongolian tribes. It doesn't need to be too long, just one page."
With that said, Emperor Kangxi directly threw away the fold in his hand and sat down calmly to look at the two of them.
The meaning is obvious, let the two of them start now.
Shun Anyan was usually good at these things. He didn't panic at all. After thinking for a while, he immediately started writing.
Fucun frowned and thought for a long time before writing.
Within two-quarters of an hour, Shun Anyan put away his pen, and his movements were as smooth as water. It was as if watching him write was a pleasure.
Of course, it would be better if he didn't have that black spot on his eye.
Emperor Kangxi looked at Shun An's face and couldn't help but nodded. He was worthy of being the prince-in-law he had chosen, and he had a good appearance and bearing.
Then he turned his attention to Fucun next to him, and saw that Fucun was still frowning and writing quickly. Look at his appearance now, does it look like he is writing an article? He seems to be in a war. I feel that for no reason.
funny.
I thought to myself that now Shun Anyan would not be beaten to pieces, and I would give him a chance to prove himself.
After all, this child will take care of his Yujue in the future, and he doesn't want him to lose his temper because of being beaten.
Then Emperor Kangxi asked someone to bring Shun Anyan's article over and read it carefully.
There are highlights in this policy statement, and the article is fluent, which shows that its literary talent is really good. Emperor Kangxi also nodded with satisfaction.
When Fucun finished writing, Emperor Kangxi had also read Shun Anyan's articles and took Fucun's. After reading them, he frowned.
Squinting his eyes to look at Fucun, he saw him standing below with a very solemn look.
For a moment, Emperor Kangxi really didn't know what to say to him.
Fu Cun is really courageous. His articles are similar to his humanity. What he writes is almost without embellishment and loses its meaning.
I just asked him to write about the Mongolian tribe, and this person directly talked about the princess Fu Meng, and his words were direct and clear.
In fact, these were the words that Emperor Kangxi was least willing to hear. His daughters should have lived a life of glory and wealth, but they had to marry most of them to Mongolia.
For Kangxi, there was still no way to suppress Mongolia forcefully, so he had to marry off his daughters. Let the princesses give birth to children with the blood of the Aisin Gioro family, support the upper ranks, and consolidate Mongolia.
This can be considered Emperor Kangxi’s scar.
However, Emperor Kangxi was not angry when Fucun wrote it like this, and looked at the strategy he wrote carefully.
The writing is crisp and neat, rather like the style of a military general. It is worth mentioning that the handwriting is good, very similar to that of the fourth daughter-in-law, with a sharp edge.
Looking at Fucun's appearance, Emperor Kangxi couldn't help but think of Fei Yanggu.
That man died in battle, and I felt sorry for it for a long time.
Now it seems that he has a successor, and this son is a malleable talent.
It's just that his edges are a bit too sharp and he needs to sharpen his temperament.
Thinking like this, Emperor Kangxi's face darkened, and he slapped Fucun's article on the table hard: "Presumptuous!"
The next two people immediately knelt down.
Shun Anyan was startled. When the emperor was reading the policy papers just now, he seemed to be in a good mood. But now for some unknown reason, his face suddenly changed.
He was a little confused, but he thought there was nothing wrong with what he wrote. Then he took a serious look at Fucun.
Fucun knew that he had angered Emperor Kangxi, so he immediately said: "Your Majesty, this slave is guilty."
Just now, he was beating a drum in his heart. Before writing this policy, he hesitated, but in the end he wrote it.
It was not that I deliberately wanted to anger Emperor Kangxi, but I just wanted to leave a deeper impression on him.
Fu Cun was actually betting that Emperor Kangxi would not be angry because of these remarks, and that Emperor Kangxi had not heard the truth for a long time.
I bet he will have a favorable impression of his own policy.
In fact, in his mind, Emperor Kangxi was such a person, and he was quite sure.
But when he saw Emperor Kangxi's expression, he felt a little unsure.
The atmosphere in the room became more and more tense, and you could hear a needle drop. It was only when Fu Cun's forehead was already sweating that Emperor Kangxi said: "Get up, I've finished writing the strategy, why don't you compare calligraphy and painting."
Fu Cun inspired him. Before, he only thought that Shun Anyan was suitable in all aspects, but he only read articles about him. Now he can take this opportunity to see what Shun Anyan is like.
"It doesn't matter, you two just draw a picture at will and let me take a look."
This means that you can draw whatever you are good at.
Fu Cun frowned a little now. Calligraphy and painting were not his strong points. He might as well write policy papers.
But at that moment, I still had to bite the bullet and sit down.
Comparatively speaking, Shun Anyan was even more comfortable with it. He was able to splash ink with his brush and in just a moment, a picture of a bamboo forest appeared.
After Emperor Kangxi looked at it, he nodded repeatedly, and then turned his attention to Fucun.
Fu Cun was so confused at this moment that he bit the bullet and presented what he had drawn.
Emperor Kangxi glanced at it and the corners of his mouth twitched.
What is this thing? It is neither human nor ghost.
After watching it for a long time, Emperor Kangxi frowned and asked, "What are you painting?"