I'm in the Red Mansion

Therefore, the girls could just use their old works as an excuse, and they felt confident.

However, they have to find a balance.

The writing must be outstanding to win the emperor's favor, but it cannot overshadow the emperor.

Of course, the emperor's literary talent, although not unparalleled throughout the ages, is comparable to that of the Tang and Song dynasties.

As long as the emperor writes with his heart, they will surely be unable to catch up with him.

I’m afraid that the emperor might be negligent for a moment, and if the writing is not good, it will be covered up by them, which would be bad.

All the women frowned and began to compose poems.

Jia Cong, looking at the snow outside, couldn't help but say, "This snow is not as good as the snow in Youzhou."

"When I was fighting the Qing Dynasty in Youzhou, it snowed really heavily."

"I will write a poem based on the scenery of the North."

After saying this, Jia Cong picked up his pen and began to write.

In a short while, it was completed in one stroke.

At this time, Shen Wei came over with a smile and snatched it away.

And she said mischievously: "The poem written by the emperor must be good. I want to see it first."

Picking up the lyrics, Shen Wei took only one look and couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Good calligraphy! Your Majesty's calligraphy is not only unique, but also elegant and extraordinary, unprecedented since ancient times. It is much better than the calligraphy masters of the past."

As Shen Wei spoke, she looked at the calligraphy with shining eyes, and it was obvious that she loved it to the core.

Jia Cong's calligraphy has been perfected and he has gained enough experience, so it is natural that what he writes is good.

I have seen girls like Lin Daiyu before, so it is not surprising.

Huang Rong and other new concubines, upon hearing Shen Wei's words, couldn't help but come over curiously.

After they saw the emperor's handwriting, they couldn't help but exclaim.

Originally, they thought Shen Wei said this deliberately to please the emperor.

After they looked at the calligraphy, they realized belatedly that Shen Wei had not exaggerated at all.

The emperor's calligraphy is even better than what Shen Wei said.

Several of them couldn't help but marvel at it.

At this moment, Huang Rong took advantage of Shen Wei's unpreparedness and suddenly reached out and snatched the paper from her hand.

Then she smiled and said, "Your Majesty, I love this poem and this calligraphy so much, why don't you give them to me as a reward?"

Jia Cong smiled and said, "What's the value of this? If you like it, just take it."

Huang Rong said happily: "Thank you for the reward, Your Majesty."

Shen Wei was so angry that she couldn't help but rush over to snatch it.

She said, "Rong Cairen, how could you do this? I was the first one to see it, how could you just snatch it away?"

Huang Rong said with a smile: "You didn't ask the emperor for it. This thing belongs to the emperor. How can you say you stole it?"

The two girls were making a mess, one trying to grab the item and the other trying to hide.

Of course, during the time they had been in the palace, they had also gotten to know the temperaments of the Empress Dowager and the Emperor.

They knew that the Queen Mother and the Emperor were both good-tempered.

As long as they don't do anything too outrageous, the Queen Mother and the Emperor have very good tempers, and even the Queen is the same.

Besides, the Empress Dowager and the Emperor prefer them to be more lively.

That's why they dared to make such a fuss.

The Queen Mother was delighted when she saw it.

She couldn't help but laugh and said, "It's just one piece of writing. It's not worth it. Let the emperor write a few more and give each of you one piece."

When Shen Wei heard this, she stopped and thanked him, "Thank you, Queen Mother, for the reward."

The other ladies also expressed their gratitude profusely.

Lin Daiyu laughed again and said, "Read it quickly. I wonder what good words the emperor has written. I am getting more and more curious."

After hearing this, Huang Rong hurriedly took out the lyrics and began to recite them.

"The scenery of the north is covered with ice for thousands of miles and snow for thousands of miles. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is only wilderness, and the great rivers have lost their roaring sound."

"The mountains dance like silver snakes, the plains run like wax elephants. If you want to compete with the sky, you need a sunny day to see the red and white dresses, which are particularly enchanting."

After hearing half of the poem, the ladies were all impressed by the spirit of the poem.

I couldn't help but wonder what was going on.

Huang Rong continued to read: "This country is so beautiful that it attracts countless heroes. Unfortunately, the Qin Emperor and Han Emperor were slightly inferior in literary talent, and the Tang Emperor and Song Emperor were slightly inferior in style."

"Genghis Khan, the great hero of his time, only knew how to bend his bow and shoot eagles. All that is gone, and the heroes of today are still to be seen."

After hearing the entire poem, all the ladies, including the Queen Mother, couldn't help but gasp.

They were completely conquered by the poem and for a moment, they could not control themselves.

The magnificence of the artistic conception, the grandeur of the momentum, the unrestrained emotions and the heroic spirit of the mind of this poem are truly unprecedented.

Especially the last sentence, "There are still many heroes to be seen today", his spirit of looking down on the world and despising the heroes is even more overwhelming.

After a while, the girls came back to their senses and couldn't help but admire.

After everyone commented and praised it, Jia Cong couldn't help but asked with a smile:

"The incense has burned out. Where are your poems? You haven't finished them yet, but you will be punished. What do you think the punishment should be?"

Lin Daiyu laughed and said, "When the emperor wrote this poem, our minds were already taken away. How could we have the heart to write it?"

"We are willing to accept defeat. The emperor only needs to tell us how to punish us, and we will comply."

Jia Cong smiled and said, "I'm not ready yet, so just write it down for now and I'll do it when I think it over."

Xue Baochai asked again: "Your Majesty, can this poem be published in the Daxia Monthly?"

Now, Xue Baochai is still in charge of the Daxia Monthly Newspaper, so she asked this question.

Jia Cong nodded and said, "Go ahead, there's nothing to hide."

Everyone chatted and laughed for a while, and then Zhou Liang suddenly came in and reported: "Your Majesty, three university scholars want to see you."

Today is a holiday and it is snowing heavily. What are they doing here at this time?
Jia Cong asked, "Can they tell me why they came?"

Zhou Liang said, "I heard that there seems to be a snowstorm somewhere, and the three Grand Secretaries came to ask the emperor how to provide disaster relief."

Upon hearing about the snowstorm, Jia Cong couldn't help but frown.

The snow only fell for one night, how could it cause a snowstorm?
Well, I guess in some places it snowed for more than one night.

At this time, the Queen Mother hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, state affairs are urgent, you should go quickly, we should disperse now."

Jia Cong said, "Although there is a brazier here, it is still not as warm as in the house. It would be better for the Queen Mother to go down early."

Next, Jia Cong confessed his crime and left.

Soon, Jia Cong came to the imperial study and met with three university scholars.

After the three university scholars came in, Jia Cong asked them to sit down and had someone serve them hot soup.

Just now I asked, "My three dear ministers, where did the snowstorm happen?"

Kou Daxueshi couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty, a few days ago, there was heavy snow in Youzhou for three days, and many people's houses were collapsed."

"We just received their report today, requesting the court to allocate money and food for disaster relief."

Jia Cong asked: "How many people are affected by the disaster? How much money and grain are needed?"

Kou Daxueshi said: "The report said that by the time they asked for help, hundreds of people's houses had collapsed."

"Now we have no choice but to place you in the city, but it is so cold today that it is difficult to repair the houses."

"I'm afraid we'll have to wait until the next Chinese New Year before we can help them repair their houses."

"We need about 10,000 shi of grain, and we also need cotton clothes, bedding and other supplies."

After hearing this, Jia Cong said, "These are easy. Just let the Ministry of Revenue allocate the funds. But who should we send to provide disaster relief?"

Lin Ruhai said: "Song Qian, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, can take on this task."

Jia Cong nodded and said, "Yes."

Next, the details of disaster relief were discussed.

Scholar Qin also suggested that now that heavy snow is falling in the north, other places should also be prepared for snow disasters.

Jia Cong also nodded in agreement and ordered them to tell officials from all places to make preparations in advance. After waiting for the three great scholars, Jia Cong left the imperial study and walked towards the harem.

The eunuch Zhou Liang personally held an umbrella to shield Jia Cong from the wind and snow.

At this time, the snow fell even heavier.

Jia Cong began to worry about the people living near the capital again.

If the snow continues to fall like this, I'm afraid the people living near the capital will also suffer.

Jia Cong couldn't help but worry.

For a moment, looking at the heavy snow outside, I couldn't help feeling disgusted.

Then, Jia Cong burst into laughter again.

It turns out that the butt determines the thinking.

When I was watching the snow on the top of the mountain in the morning, I thought the snow was poetic and picturesque. But now when I look at it again, it seems ugly.

It's just a different mood.

The snow continued to fall for the entire afternoon, and Jia Cong began to worry about the people.

Fortunately, it gradually stopped at night.

On the second day, a full sun rose in the sky and the weather cleared up. Only then did Jia Cong feel relieved.

……

This article "Qinyuanchunxue" was published in the next issue of Daxia Monthly.

Ordinary people naturally cannot understand poetry, and have no interest in listening to it.

After reading this poem, the scholars in the literary circle could not help but applaud and praise it.

This poem truly captures a scene that has never been seen before or since.

And this is the true imperial language!

……

Time passed day by day, and in the blink of an eye, it was the New Year's Eve.

Everyone in the court, including local people, began to rest and prepare for the New Year.

The palace also became lively.

The eunuchs and palace maids were busy putting up spring couplets, wearing red clothes and hanging colorful decorations.

At this time, Xue Baochai found Jia Cong and said, "Your Majesty, the New Year is coming. Would you like to write some couplets and give some venison and other things as rewards to some ministers?"

Hearing this, Jia Cong just thought of this matter.

It was all because of his first time as an emperor and his lack of experience.

It is true that officials would be rewarded with gifts during the New Year.

Naturally, it was difficult for the ministers below to remind the emperor to give rewards.

Jia Cong had no experience, and if Xue Baochai hadn't reminded him, he would have almost missed this opportunity.

In fact, it is a little late to give rewards now.

But at least it's better than no reward.

Jia Cong praised Xue Baochai a few words and called Zhou Liang over.

Then he asked Zhou Liang why he didn't remind him?

Well, it was also Zhou Liang’s first time to be a eunuch... he didn’t understand either.

Zhou Liang was so scared that he knelt down and begged for mercy.

Jia Cong asked him to stand up and discuss which ministers would be rewarded.

After finishing the discussion, Jia Cong began to write the couplet himself.

It took him most of the day to finish writing, and then he added some other rewards and distributed them to everyone.

However, those ministers originally thought that the emperor had not expected it and were afraid that there would be no reward.

Unexpectedly, although it was a little late, it finally came down.

When they got the couplet, they were immediately amazed.

The emperor's handwriting is really beautiful.

After receiving the couplets, how could these ministers be willing to stick them on their doors?

They all quickly framed it and kept it carefully.

This is the emperor's masterpiece, and the calligraphy is so outstanding.

Collect it and pass it down as a family heirloom.

During this period, these officials, as well as their students, relatives and friends, came to visit and when they saw these couplets, they could not help but marvel at them.

The emperor's calligraphy gradually spread among the scholars.

After finishing all these, there is nothing to do before the New Year.

You can rest for a few days, and then start to get busy again after New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day.

These days, Jia Cong has had a rare period of free time.

Then every day he took a group of princes and princesses out to play snowball fights, even sledding, making snowmen, building snow sculptures, etc., and had a lot of fun.

In most places in the palace, the snow was swept as soon as it fell.

However, Jia Cong also reserved a large area and ordered people not to clean it, just for this moment of fun.

Fortunately, the snow was heavy and the weather was cold, so not much melted.

So, there is enough for them to play with.

Emperor Jia Cong was so crazy that the Empress Dowager and the Queen came to watch.

Several concubines such as Xue Baoqin, Qingwen, Shen Wei, and Huang Rong even participated in person.

This may have set a precedent in the royal family. Throughout history, it is probably only Emperor Jia Cong who had so much fun.

Soon, it was New Year's Eve.

On weekdays, Jia Cong only had four dishes and one soup. He advocated frugality and did not waste money.

Well, the meals in the palace are exquisite, and four dishes are more than enough.

Even if there is more food served, how much can you eat?

Jia Cong felt that four dishes were enough on weekdays.

And because Emperor Jia Cong was frugal, the ministers had to follow suit.

However, it sparked a frugal atmosphere in the court.

On New Year's Eve, there are more dishes.

Delicious dishes were served one after another, and the family gathered together, enjoying themselves.

After the banquet, the vigil began.

After midnight, Jia Cong went to the bright window of the east warm room of the Hall of Mental Cultivation and wrote the first blessing of the New Year.

This process is called Kaibi, which means that the new year is about to start a busy year...

Next we will be busy with the sacrifice.

Jia Cong was offering sacrifices to Jia Jing. Anyway, there were no direct descendants from the Ningguo Mansion, so there was nothing wrong with it.

After the sacrifice, they went to the Cining Palace to pay their respects to the Empress Dowager.

After greeting, sit down for a while and eat something.

Before daybreak, all officials came to the palace to pay New Year's greetings, pay their respects to the emperor and present congratulatory letters.

These memorials can be said to be the "New Year's cards" received by the emperor, mainly including congratulatory letters, congratulatory notes, memorials, and memorials.

After the court greeting ceremony, the emperor would return to the Qianqing Palace to accept congratulations from the concubines, princes and grandchildren led by the empress.

In addition, a family banquet and a clan banquet would be held in the Qianqing Palace on this day, and the emperor would also attend.

Of course, Jia Cong was the founding emperor.

The clan banquet was fine, as only Jia Zheng, Jia Lian, Jia Huan and Jia Baoyu were left.

Moreover, Jia Cong had ordered in advance that there was no need to hold a family banquet, so this incident was avoided. (End of this chapter)