Green words to play the Royal, so that the gold Hui to Towers; Dan table through the real, to the beads of the capsule of Ye Du.
Green words of this style of writing collection of tables, zhangzhang, Zhuwen and other styles of writing, both the requirements of the form of neat and requires the text of gorgeous, and the most critical is to write out of the green words but also to make the Jiajing emperor satisfied, it is very difficult to write.
Zhu Ping’an had been writing for a long time, but he was unable to come up with a satisfactory piece of green words.
In fact, all the people here were similar to Zhu Ping An, they had worked hard on their words and phrases, but in the end, they were not very satisfied.
However, Yuan Wei was different.
Yuan Wei was worthy of being the future Chancellor of the Qing Dynasty. While everyone in the room was red in the face as they tried to formulate their own sentences, Yuan Wei was calm and graceful, and his writing was as smooth as flowing water, and he finished writing a piece of Qing Dynasty poetry in one swish.
“I’d like to ask you to present it to the Imperial Court.”
Yuan Wei, like a proud rooster, condescendingly passed by Zhu Ping An, looked askance at him, saw that the rice paper on Zhu Ping An’s table was pure white, and couldn’t help but let out a snort of laughter, and then flicked the green words in his hand in a showy manner, and then handed it over with both hands to the young eunuch who waited by the side for him to hand it over to the Jiajing Emperor for the Imperial Examination.
“Teacher, I’ve finished writing, can I hand in my paper early?”
In Zhu Pingan’s eyes, Yuan Wei was completely the stereotype of the smelly school bully who handed in his exams early and looked down on the whole class.
How grown up, childish.
Zhu Pingan pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled breathlessly.
Regarding Zhu Pingan’s expression, Yuan Wei interpreted it as a bitter smile, because Zhu Pingan was self-conscious that he could not compare to himself, so he smiled bitterly.
Motivated by this understanding, Yuan Wei’s literary thoughts once again sprang to life, and his pen flew like a fly, writing like a god.
Swish swish swish ……
In the time it took for tea, he had written another piece of green lyrics.
Thus, Yuan Wei repeated the action of the first time he handed in the green words again and again.
Like a victorious rooster, he once again condescendingly passed by Zhu Pingan’s table, once again looked askance at Zhu Pingan’s table, and seeing that the rice paper on Zhu Pingan’s table was just as blank as it was just now, he couldn’t help but snort contemptuously once again.
This time, Yuan Wei’s snort was much louder than the last time, and was very obvious in the silent room.
Everyone noticed it.
Everyone knew about Yuan Wei’s character, he was a proud and conceited person, and it was not surprising at all that he could do such a thing.
Everyone’s curious little eyes were all looking this way, curious about how things would develop, curious about how Zhu Pingan would respond, curious ……
However, to everyone’s disappointment, Zhu Pingan’s face did not change, and he did not react to this, ignoring it.
Zhu Pingan’s turning a blind eye, in Yuan Wei’s opinion, Zhu Pingan is faceless, dare not react. He has written two green words, he is the scholar, or a blank sheet of paper, is not faceless.
“Oh, Eunuch Liu, I am really sorry, I didn’t expect to write another one so soon, I still have to trouble you to make another trip.”
Yuan Wei intentionally stood in front of Zhu Ping An’s table, closed the green words in his hand in his palm, knocked a bit, then arched his hand and said to Eunuch Liu who had just returned at the door.
“Where, where, this kind of hard work, the miscellaneous family can’t wait for the more the better.”
Eunuch Liu smiled and said back, indeed, the more the people in the room contributed to the green words, the better he did this errand.
Just now, Eunuch Liu handed Yuan Wei’s words over to Emperor Jiajing’s palace, and was lucky enough to be summoned by Emperor Jiajing, who looked at Yuan Wei’s words and nodded, saying “the pairings are neat and tidy, but also”, and then asked Eunuch Liu about the progress of the words in the Palace of Wuyi, which Eunuch Liu reported back truthfully and also told Zhu Pingan that”Roll up your sleeves and work hard” to the Jiajing Emperor, Jiajing Emperor heard the dragon face.
“This is the first time the emperor smiled today, you kid is very good, in the future more attentive to do business.”
Because of the Jiajing Emperor’s great joy, Eunuch Liu also got a compliment from Huang Jin, which makes Eunuch Liu overjoyed.
Huang Jin is the first person in the palace eunuchs, the power is in the hands, get Huang Jin’s approval, the future is bright ah.
After handing over the green words to Eunuch Liu, Yuan Wei passed by Zhu Pingan and returned to his position. When he passed by Zhu Ping An, Yuan Wei seemed to accidentally see the blank rice paper on Zhu Ping An’s desk and said with feigned surprise, “Huh? Why hasn’t Lord Zhu put pen to paper yet? It’s been so long since the idea was conceived, so Lord Zhu’s great masterpiece of green words must be ‘the pen falls to frighten the wind and rain, the poem becomes a poem that weeps the ghosts and the gods’ ah.”
Yuan Wei’s words are very strong in irony, one can hear it.
“Hehe ……”
The pen falls to frighten the wind and rain, the poem becomes weeping ghosts and gods, Yuan Wei’s mouth is really poisonous enough ah, when the people in the room heard this, many of them couldn’t help but laugh softly. At once, the interest of the crowd became even more intense, the line of sight like a spotlight, gathered on Zhu Pingan, this is being stomped on, let’s see how Zhu Pingan reacts.
You’re still coming on strong?
Zhu Pingan heard Yuan Wei’s sarcastic flavoured words, he couldn’t help but raise his head to look at Yuan Wei, Yuan Wei’s surprise in his sight was exaggerated, his sarcastic expression was extraordinarily beat up, making Zhu Pingan couldn’t help but want to satisfy him.
Four eyes met.
A smell of smoke filled the air.
Right, this is the way to have fun, the crowd saw this, and their faces flushed a little with excitement. After sitting here for so long, conceiving green words, their brains are almost dug out, this time there is such a good show for everyone to tune in and enjoy, it is simply not too good. After composing for so long, it was time to relax and unwind.
The two of them exchanged four glances.
One second.
Two seconds.
Suddenly, the corner of Zhu Pingan’s mouth hooked up a simple smile, huh, just when he was staring at Yuan Wei, a bold and interesting inspiration flew into Zhu Pingan’s mind: huh, aren’t you a creative writer and an awesome mess, then how about I “borrow” your famous lyrics from ten years later?
This feels like borrowing Yuan Wei’s hand and slapping his own face.
Thinking of this, the smile on Zhu Pingan’s lips became more and more innocent.
Yuan Wei won the favour of Emperor Jiajing by writing a poem, and then he was able to reach the Cabinet position. Regardless of Yuan Wei’s character, his talent and achievement in writing lyrics are undeniable.
However, as the saying goes, ginger is old and spicy, this person ah, the older, his literary skills are more powerful, the accumulation of fermentation. The Yuan Wei of ten years from now will certainly be more powerful than the Yuan Wei of today.
Moreover, Yuan Wei’s famous poem in ten years’ time will be as good as his poem “The First Presentation of the Turtle in Luoshui”.
In addition, in ten years, such a long time span, Yuan Wei would have never thought of that famous poem, so he wouldn’t have to worry about plagiarism.
I’m sure Yuan Wei will never think of it now.
The decision was happily made.
So, Zhu Pingan hooked a simple smile at the corner of his mouth, looked up at Yuan Wei, and said back with a modest face: “Oh, Lord Yuan is joking, Pingan is foolish, and after thinking for so long, he only managed to come up with a piece of poor writing, how can he be worthy of Lord Yuan’s words ‘the pen falls to frighten the wind and rain, and the poem turns into a poem that weeps to hell and God’. “
