After talking about the Buddha, the man's raging ambition is still inexhaustible. Gu Yuanbai feels that he is a little capricious, and he understands Kangxi's mood in his later years.
Knowing that he is dying, knowing that all these things he has done are in vain, and even knowing that the future ruler is by his side.
But I don't want to let go of power, I don't want to, and I don't want to kill the future ruler, because if the protagonist in the book is killed, who can do better than the protagonist
Because of this, Gu Yuanbai felt very complicated when facing Xue Yuan and Chu Wei.
Since he was swept away, Gu Yuanbai quietly started the three-point and one-line work of courting, sleeping, and handling government affairs in the palace. His body is too delicate, and the minor injuries seem to have the visual effect of being seriously injured. Gu Yuanbai's ankle was swollen day by day, the bruise was rubbed open half of the instep, he was used to the pain, but the imperial doctor's face became more and more sad day by day.
The wound on the saint looked too serious. When they rubbed their hands, they felt like they were committing sin.
After more than ten days, the injury on the foot finally disappeared. In the past ten days, he and the prince have been missing many times because of his illness. At first, Gu Yuanbai only thought that he had contracted the cold, and he went home in the rain. It was expected that he was ill.
But after the successive reports of illness, Gu Yuanbai realized that something was wrong, and he sent someone to take the imperial doctor to the Prince's Mansion to let them see what was going on.
At this time, the spring breeze is getting warmer, and it is time to post the results of the exam.
As the emperor, Gu Yuanbai naturally had the right to know in advance. The Minister of Rites sent the list to him and said with a smile, "The first name is the only son of the Chu family."
Gu Yuanbai nodded, looked down, looked at the top ten, and asked, "Where are the papers for the top three?"
The Minister of Rites handed the paper to Gu Yuanbai. Gu Yuanbai first looked at the examination and approval of the examiners, and then looked at the strategies of these three people.
This year's policy theory was drafted by Gu Yuanbai himself. First, it asked about the Daheng Dynasty's agricultural and health policy, and second, it asked about the border and mutual market. It is easy to write a big topic, but it is not easy to write a small one and write down to the details. thing.
One is to check whether the leaders are down-to-earth in the foundation of the country, and the other is that Gu Yuanbai wants to see if their vision is short-sighted. If it's a pedantic nerd, it's better not to hire.
Those who agree with Gu Yuanbai's views will be hired, and those with pedantic and inconsistent views will be rejected. In the long run, Gu Yuanbai's ideas will be implemented more smoothly, and the fresh blood pouring into the imperial court will also be shared with conservatives. In the confrontation, he completely became the loyal guardian of the emperor.
The imperial examination can also be said to be a process of taming the intellectuals' thinking, so that their thinking is unified with the king to a certain extent.
This year’s examiner, Gu Yuanbai, chose the minister of real affairs, and those who do real affairs like to be down-to-earth. Therefore, the final top three, the writing skills of the articles are not splendid articles, but they have their own ideas and can fit Daheng's national conditions are written solidly.
Gu Yuanbai looked at each one carefully, and when he saw the last one, he couldn't help laughing: "Well written!"
The Minister of Rites was curious and stepped forward to see that it was a policy theory written by the third student from Shandong.
Whether Chu Wei or San Yuyan are in front of the Shandong students, they are good articles with fluent prose and profound meanings, and read heartily. This article is written in a simple and unpretentious manner, and the words are concise and uninteresting, if not the content is really brilliant. , I'm afraid I won't be named third.
Now, looking at the Sage's seriousness, the Minister of Rites couldn't help but sighed at the examiner's keenness, and at the student's luck. Looking at the Sage's appearance, Mo Yue completely remembered this student.
Gu Yuanbai read this article back and forth several times, and finally looked up and remembered the name of the person who wrote such an exquisite article.
Kong Yilin, Qingzhou Prefecture, Shandong Province.
*
In front of the Gongyuan gate, people from the inside and the outside are already surrounded.
When the soldiers came out of the Gongyuan with the red paper, the people around them made a commotion and kept pushing forward. The soldier said angrily: "Don't squeeze! Don't squeeze! Take a step back!"
A piece of red paper was posted, and the scholars around here had already lost their usual demeanor, their hands were clenched, their eyes were about to pop out of their sockets, and their hearts were pounding in their chests, for fear of missing a word.
"Hurry up, post the notice!"
"I've hit, I've hit!" Soon there was an ecstatic voice, "I hit!"
The restaurants and teahouses on both sides were also full of people. Some people listened to the liveliness below. They couldn’t help but stand by the railing and stretch their necks to look down. A word on paper.
The person who sent the servant down to read the list forced a calm expression on his face, but his eyes were dazed, and he swept across the stairs from time to time, and every second was torture.
On the days when the list was released, all beings were in different expressions. Some people were smiling and laughing, some people were smiling and subtly contented, and some people lost their souls and looked at the red paper with decadence, as if the whole person had lost hope of living.
The ecstatic person was in high spirits, and he said, "I hit it!" Aroused the envious eyes of others, and a piece of red paper made many people go crazy.
Chu Wei originally sat calmly in the teahouse drinking tea, but the cheers and sobbings of pain also obviously affected him. He frowned and glanced at the stairs without a trace.
His classmate shook his head and said, "Chu Wei, Chu Wei, I really didn't expect you to take part in the exam."
Chu Wei withdrew his gaze, and said "um" indifferently.
There was a sudden rush of footsteps from the stairs on the second floor, Chu Wei couldn't help putting down his cup and looked back, but he saw another servant who raised a person, with messy hair and a happy face shouting: "It's hit! It's gone!"
Chu Wei's heart also beat faster, and he simply stood up, ignoring the ridicule of his classmates, and stood at the window and looked in front of the Gongyuan gate.
Many people there have dispersed, and most of the rest are decadent people who can't believe that they are not on the list. Chu Wei's heart skipped a beat, and the corners of his lips pursed. Could it be that he really fell off the list
In a blink of an eye, Chu Wei looked at the opposite side. There was also a suave young man standing in front of the restaurant window opposite. The young man also saw him, the smile on the corner of his mouth froze, and then he nodded politely towards Chu Wei.
Chu Wei knew who this was, and he was the rival Chang Yuyan in the mouth of the big talker before the exam.
San Yuyan is well-known, and he has repeatedly produced excellent works and famous poems. Looking at his appearance now, he should have never known his position on the list.
Chu Wei also nodded lightly at Chang Yuyan, and when he turned his eyes, he saw a person sitting at the table next to San Yuyan.
The man's hand stretched out of the window, and he was turning the jug loosely in his hand, as if the jug would fall from his hand and hit the ground in the next moment.
This person was extremely sharp, and he noticed Chu Wei's gaze in the next moment, and looked towards this side with a gloomy look. .
"Master!"
A familiar voice suddenly came from behind him. Chu Wei was shocked and turned around immediately. When he saw the ecstasy on the face of his servant, his heart jumped quickly.
"It's the first name! Young master, you won the first name! Huiyuan! It's Huiyuan!"
Everyone turned to look at Chu Wei, and the whole house was suddenly noisy.
The classmate was startled, he threw the tea bowl, and excitedly stepped forward and patted Chu Wei, "Chu Zihu, Chu Zihu, you actually won Huiyuan!"
As if awakened by this sound, the whole room crowded towards Chu Wei Hexi, layer upon layer of clever words, and there was no way to tell who was speaking from the noise in their ears.
Chu Wei took a deep breath, he came back to his senses, the corners of his lips twitched, and he was in high spirits.
Xie Yuan seven years ago, Hui Yuan seven years later.
There is only one champion left, will the sage give it to him
*
After the ranking of the meeting was announced, a few were happy and some were sad. However, the Gongsheng who were on the list did not bother to participate in various banquets, because in five days, they would enter the palace to participate in the palace examination.
Being able to face the holy face and hear the teachings of the saint is definitely the most important thing in life, and no one dares to slack off about it.
People in the Ministry of Rites were busy working overtime, and they needed to measure clothes and train Gongsheng to behave and etiquette. The Daheng Dynasty did not have a cabinet, so the questions of the palace exam were pre-planned to the Zhengshitang. The Privy Council and the Zhengshitang were the two most efficient institutions in the entire Daheng administrative organ. The proposed topic was handed over to Gu Yuanbai.
Gu Yuanbai chose a few questions from it, co-authored his own ideas and integrated them, and after giving the questions to the Ministry of Rites, the emperor would be fine.
While waiting for the palace examination, Gu Yuanbai summoned the ministers in the political affairs hall and mentioned the memorial reform regulations in his mind. The adults in the political affairs hall thought for a moment, and one of them was Zhou. The lord said, "Sir, it's still confusing to say the ministers orally. Why don't the minister try to write the 'forms', "charts" and "templates" mentioned by the sage on paper?"
"Why is it so troublesome?" Gu Yuanbai picked up the pen, "I'm here."
While writing, Gu Yuanbai slowed down his speech to explain the functions of these three things. The chart is based on this to visually represent the data. Gu Yuanbai even drew three example charts and wrote down Arabic numerals.
As for the memorial, it is still written in Chinese characters, which cannot be moved. Gu Yuanbai explained for half an hour, and combined theory and practice to draw many tables and charts, trying to make the courtiers understand the function of tables. After they nodded, they simply wrote a classic template for the performance. .
The words are few and the structure is clear. Although it looks a little unaccustomed to it, it is also a bit too cold and direct, but these ministers who are busy with government affairs day and night know how easy these things can be.
After the sage finished writing, the paper was passed back and forth by the courtiers. Gu Yuanbai asked, "What do you think, lords?"
As the leader of Gu Yuanbai's government affairs, the Zhengshitang all knew what Gu Yuanbai thought, and they nodded quickly, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, although I am not used to this method at first, it will save a lot of time after I get used to it. Just assign this law."
"I will let the new scholars take this law with them when they go to the local prefectures and counties," Gu Yuanbai nodded lightly, "After May, if the Fuzhou or county that does not use this method to file a memorial, the Political Affairs Office will not allow it to be translated. Look, call him back and order him to change it again; if the content of the memorial is reversed and ambiguous, and those who do not change it over and over again, they will be dismissed immediately."
Everyone in the political affairs hall looked solemn and said, "Yes!"
Gu Yuanbai left with satisfaction, he was in a good mood at this time, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and his face was very happy. The captain of the guard accompanied him for a walk in the palace, and at the urging of his brothers, he forced out a sentence, "Does the sage want to watch Cuju?"
Gu Yuanbai was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at him. The handsome face of the head guard turned red, as if he had done something wrong, showing a worried and uneasy look.
The guards at the rear lowered their heads, either their ears were red or their necks were red. The tall and strong men of all people, when facing him, all seemed to be squeamish little girls.
Gu Yuanbai was amused, "Do you want to kick me?"
"..." The bodyguards were so red that they reached their ears, "The ministers all love to play Cuju, and all of them are good players. If the sage is too bored, the ministers can play a game to relieve the boredom of the sage."
The sage did not say good or bad, but looked around, and immediately saw a tree flower. The sage stretched out his hand, held the wide sleeves, stretched out his fair wrist, twisted the flower branch with his fingertips, and folded it gently, the red and pink tree flower was folded by the sage in his hand.
"Then treat this flower as a lucky draw," Sheng Shang said with a smile, "whichever team wins will be rewarded to which team."
The captain of the guards glanced at the hand of the sage. Although his face was still red, his eyes were brightly written that he wanted to win. The desire to win aroused this group of guards. When they walked to the cuju arena, they were already divided into two. Teams, each other's eyes are not eyes and noses are not noses, and no one is pleasing to the eye.
Tian Fusheng took a white handkerchief to wrap the flower branch. He wanted to hold it himself, but Gu Yuanbai said, "I'm here."
Gu Yuanbai was already stained with flower juice when he picked the flowers, and his hands were already dirty, so there was no need to pay attention to this anymore. Tian Fusheng squeezed his throat distressedly and said, "Sir, I'm afraid you are tired!"
Gu Yuanbai glanced at him lightly, and scolded with a smile, "Go away."
Tian Fusheng smiled and ran behind Gu Yuanbai to squeeze his shoulders.
The sage likes Cuju, and there is also a large Cuju arena in the palace. The guards put on thin shirts and chased a Cuju on the field to kick the game with great power. It makes people excited when they look at it. He had to suppress the cheers and cheers, and his face turned red.
This Cuju match lasted for an hour, and when the guards came off the court full of sweat, the heat on their bodies could cause the air to twist slightly.
The captain of the guard brought his subordinates over, not daring to get too close to Gu Yuanbai, for fear that his sweat would offend the sage, "Sir, this team won."
But even though the head guard stood so far away, Gu Yuanbai could still feel the warmth in them. With such a healthy and tall body, Gu Yuanbai was inevitably sour.
The head guard's expression was a little shy, he lowered his head and dared not look at the saint, and his body was as stiff as wood in only a thin shirt.
Gu Yuanbai sighed inwardly, and handed the beautiful and blooming tree flowers in his hand to the captain of the guard, jokingly said, "There are twelve of you, but I only have one flower. How should I distribute it?"
The Cuju rules of the Daheng Dynasty followed the old system, and the double-goal Cuju competition in the Han Dynasty was also used for military practice. The Daheng Dynasty is no exception. At least in Gu Yuanbai's view, it is a good thing for the country and its subjects that the superiors like such a healthy and simple sport.
Up and down, the students of the Daheng Dynasty are healthier than the pure literati who can only read. .
Taking a flower to buy a ticket for this exquisite game, Gu Yuanbai felt that it was too bullying.
But the people who were rewarded were very happy. When it was lively, a eunuch came hurriedly with two imperial doctors in the distance, and when he saw Gu Yuanbai, he knelt on the ground, "Holy, the youngest brought the two Your lord is back."
These people are the people who were sent to the Prince's Mansion. Gu Yuanbai restrained his smile, and after sitting down, he asked slowly, "How is the Prince and Prince's health?"
One of the imperial physicians said respectfully: "The ministers stayed in the Prince He's mansion for three days to observe. The ministers and others speculated that the Prince He was not seriously ill, but seemed to be suffering from a heart disease."
Heart disease
Gu Yuanbai frowned, first waved away the idle people and others, and asked Tian Fusheng to give the two imperial physicians a seat. After seeing that they were sitting firmly, he picked up the teacup and scraped the tea leaves, and said calmly, "What is it? Heart disease?"
The imperial doctor looked ashamed, "I don't know."
"Prince He doesn't want to see ministers and others. He listened to what the princess said, and he personally persuaded the prince's family, but he didn't make him look good."
Gu Yuanbai paused, lowered his eyes and quietly watched the ripples in the cup.
Prince He became so strange after the wind, rain and thunderstorm that day. Upon closer inspection, among the words he said to Prince He that day, it seemed that only the words about Lu Feng would irritate him.
Prince He did not want to be detained in Beijing, he wanted military power.
The doorman came to the door and persuaded the prince that he was willing to see the doorman before he made the prince look good.
I am willing to meet the guests, but dare to refuse to see the person I sent over.
Gu Yuanbai's eyes sank.
Gu Zhao... You'd better not make any idea that annoys me.
"Prepare the car," Gu Yuanbai made a decisive decision, he stood up, the young emperor's face was full of calm before the storm, "Wai Jia and the Prince's Mansion, I want to personally visit this good brother of mine."