The rise of the poor

Chapter 976

Qingci plays the imperial court, so that Jin Hui can keep a low profile;

The style of Qing Ci is a collection of table texts, memorials, and Zhu Wen. It requires both neat form and gorgeous writing, and the most important thing is that the written Qing Ci must satisfy Emperor Jiajing, which is very difficult to write.

Zhu Ping'an stayed at the desk for a long time, but failed to conceive a satisfactory piece of green poetry.

Everyone here is actually similar to Zhu Ping'an, who painstakingly chose words and sentences, but they were not very satisfied in the end.

However, Yuan Wei is different.

Yuan Wei deserves to be the future chancellor of Qing Ci. When everyone in the room was blushing in the way of words and sentences, Yuan Wei was calm and personable, writing like flowing water, and finished writing a Qing Ci.

"I would like to ask the father-in-law to submit the royal review."

Like a proud big rooster, Yuan Wei walked past Zhu Pingan proudly, gave Zhu Pingan a peeping glance, saw the pure white rice paper on Zhu Pingan's table, couldn't help but sneered, and then flicked the rice paper in his hand flamboyantly. Qingci, and then handed it to the little father-in-law who was waiting on the side with both hands, and he handed it to Emperor Jiajing Yulan.

"Teacher, I finished writing, can I hand in the paper in advance?"

In Zhu Ping'an's eyes, Yuan Wei was just a stinky academic bully who handed in the papers early in the exam and looked down on the whole class.

How grown up, childish.

Zhu Pingan twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled speechlessly.

For Zhu Ping'an's expression, Yuan Wei interpreted it as a wry smile, because Zhu Pingan felt that he couldn't compare with himself, so he smiled wryly.

Inspired by this kind of understanding, Yuan Wei's literary thinking springs up again.

Swish swish.
During the cup of tea time, I finished another Qing Ci.

Therefore, Yuan Wei repeated the action of handing in Qing Ci for the first time.

Like a victorious rooster, he passed Zhu Ping'an's table proudly once again, gave Zhu Ping'an's desk sleep a glance, and saw that the rice paper on Zhu Ping'an's table was as blank as before, and couldn't help but once again He sneered contemptuously.

This time Yuan Wei sneered much louder than last time, it was very obvious in the silent room.

Everyone has noticed.

Everyone knows Yuan Wei's personality. He is a proud and conceited person. It is not surprising that he can do such a thing.

Everyone looked here with curious little eyes, curious about how the situation would develop, curious about how Zhu Pingan would respond, curious...

However, to everyone's disappointment, Zhu Ping'an did not change his face, did not respond to this, and turned a deaf ear to it.

Zhu Ping'an turned a blind eye. In Yuan Wei's view, Zhu Ping'an was ashamed and dared not react.I have already written two green poems, and he, the number one scholar, is still a blank sheet of paper, isn't he ashamed.

"Hehe, Eunuch Liu, I'm really sorry, I didn't expect to write another article so soon, so I have to trouble you to make another trip."

Yuan Wei deliberately stood in front of Zhu Ping'an's desk, put the green words in his hands together, knocked on them, and then said to Eunuch Liu who just came back from the door.

"Where, where, this kind of hard work, the miscellaneous family is eager to have as many as possible."

Eunuch Liu replied with a smile, that's true, the more people in the room contribute, the better he will be able to handle this job.

Just now, Eunuch Liu handed over Yuan Wei’s Qing Ci to the palace where Emperor Jiajing practiced, and was lucky enough to be summoned by Emperor Jiajing. After reading Yuan Wei’s Qing Ci, Emperor Jiajing nodded and said, "The battle is neat and tidy. Yes", and then asked Eunuch Liu about the progress of Wuyidian Qingci, Eunuch Liu reported the truth, and told Emperor Jiajing what Zhu Pingan said, "roll up your sleeves and work hard", and Emperor Jiajing was very happy when he heard the words.

"This is the first time His Majesty has shown a smile today. You are a very nice boy, and you will be more attentive to your errands in the future."

Because Jiajing Emperor Long Yan was very happy, Eunuch Liu also received a compliment from Huang Jin, which made Eunuch Liu overjoyed.

Huang Jin is the No. 1 father-in-law in the palace, with great power in his hands, with Huang Jin's approval, the future is bright.

After Yuan Wei handed the Qing Ci to Eunuch Liu, he passed by Zhu Ping'an and returned to his place.When passing by Zhu Ping'an, Yuan Wei seemed to accidentally see the blank rice paper on Zhu Ping'an's desk, and pretended to be surprised and said, "Huh? Why is Mr. Zhu still not writing? After thinking for so long, Mr. Zhu's The masterpieces of Qingci should not be "the pen falls to shock the wind and rain, and the poem to weep ghosts and gods"."

Yuan Wei's words are full of irony, which can be heard as soon as he hears it.

"Ha ha."

When the pen falls, the wind and rain startle, and the poem becomes weeping ghosts and gods. Yuan Wei's mouth is really poisonous. When everyone in the room heard this, many people couldn't help laughing softly.Immediately, everyone became more interested, and their gazes focused on Zhu Ping'an like a spotlight. They were all pushed on their noses, let's see how Zhu Ping'an reacted.

Are you still in good spirits? !

After hearing Yuan Wei's sarcastic words, Zhu Pingan couldn't help but look up at Yuan Wei. Yuan Wei's surprise in his eyes was exaggerated, and his sarcastic expression was so unbearable that Zhu Pingan couldn't help but want to satisfy him.

The four eyes meet.

A smell of gunpowder filled the air.

That's right, that's what makes it interesting. Seeing this, everyone flushed with excitement.After sitting here for so long, thinking about green words, my brain is almost hollowed out. At this time, there is such a good show, and it is not too good for everyone to adjust and appreciate.After conceiving for so long, it's time to relax.

The eyes of the two met.

One second

Two seconds
Suddenly, the corner of Zhu Ping'an's mouth evoked a simple and honest smile, hehe, just when he was looking at Yuan Wei, a bold and interesting inspiration flew into Zhu Pingan's mind: Hehe, you are not Wen Siquanyong, you are so awesome Well, then how about I "borrow" the poem you became famous ten years later?

It felt like borrowing Yuan Wei's hand to hit him in the face.

Thinking of this, the smile on the corner of Zhu Ping's mouth became more honest.

Yuan Wei won the favor of Emperor Jiajing by writing Qingci, and then made his way to the top of the cabinet.Regardless of Yuan Wei's character, his talent and his achievements in Qingci are undeniable.

However, as the saying goes, ginger is old and hot. The older this person is, the more powerful his literary skills are. Accumulated and fermented.Ten years later, Yuan Wei's youth poetry skills will definitely be stronger than Yuan Wei's now.

What's more, Yuan Wei's famous youth poem ten years later is not much better than his "Luoshui Xuangui Chu Xianrui".

In addition, ten years, such a long time span, Yuan Wei must have never thought about that famous Qing Ci, so there is no need to worry about plagiarism.

Ok

So happy to decide.

So, Zhu Ping'an smiled honestly, looked up at Yuan Wei, and replied modestly: "Hehe, Mr. Yuan was joking, Ping'an is stupid. After thinking for so long, I only conceived a clumsy work. How can it be worthy of Master Yuan's words of 'When the pen falls, the wind and rain startle, and the poem becomes weeping ghosts and gods'."

(End of this chapter)