After Zhou Houjie left, it was time for lunch at the Hanlin Academy. The Hanlin Academy also had a public kitchen, which provided different levels of lunch according to the rank of officials, and of course, it was all free. Zhu Ping'an benefited from his rank, and his lunch had one more meat dish than Zhang Siwei, and the two of them ate together.
Although the Hanlin Academy has a public kitchen, there is no public dormitory, no place to take a nap, and only one duty room with two beds, but this belongs to the duty officer. After lunch, Zhu Pingan returned to the library, found a sunny window in the library, moved a chair, reclined, and closed his eyes to rest.
The sunshine shines on my body, it is warm and comfortable, and I feel like I am back in Xiahe Village, sitting by the river, enjoying the breeze and basking in the sun.
Xiahe Village
In about a week from work, the new official will have a two-month vacation. During the two-month vacation, I can spend some time in Xiahe Village.
Zhu Pingan slowly fell asleep as he thought about it. In his dream, his mother Chen cooked a pot of fragrant chicken soup, and his father hunted two wild rabbits from the mountain and was processing them with his eldest brother by the well...
"Hey, Zihou, wake up..."
When Zhu Ping'an was about to feast on the delicious chicken stewed by his mother, he was awakened by Zhang Siwei's hoarse voice. This man was not just shouting, he was shouting in a completely crazy way while shaking his head with his hands. When Zhu Ping'an woke up, he found that his head was almost turned into a rattle by Zhang Siwei.
"Oh my god, you are trying to murder me." Zhu Ping'an rubbed his eyes and looked at Zhang Siwei speechlessly.
"What murder are you planning? Get up and go to the hall with me. The emperor has sent a piece of paper." Zhang Siwei explained briefly and quickly walked towards the front hall.
The saint sent a piece of paper
What was the purpose of the piece of paper from Emperor Jiajing being sent to the Hanlin Academy? Er, could it be that he was going to look for books right now? I haven’t had time to sort out the library yet. Zhu Pingan felt a little uneasy.
When Zhu Pingan arrived at the front hall, he knew why Zhang Siwei was so anxious, because the person who came to pass the paper on behalf of the emperor was not an ordinary eunuch but Huang Jin, a famous person around Emperor Jiajing. Huang Jin was very trusted by Emperor Jiajing. The imperial edict was drafted yesterday in front of the Hanlin Academy, and the edict was about Huang Jin. In the edict, Huang Jin was named "the eunuch who served as the governor of the East Factory", and the abbreviation of this official position was "supervisor of the East Factory", and the respectful title was "factory master" or "supervisor", that is, the head of the East Factory. Huang Jin, the emperor's confidant and the head of the East Factory, personally passed the small paper of Emperor Jiajing. It must be a very important matter, and it is no wonder that Zhang Siwei was so anxious.
"Mr. Huang, why do you need to come in person? Just send someone over." Yuan Wei smiled and walked forward to talk to Huang Jin.
"Master Yuan, you are too polite. This matter concerns the health of the emperor. We are afraid that those little brats will cause trouble." Huang Jin shook his head, with an anxious look on his face.
Huang Jin came in person, Yuan Wei, Li Chunfang and others had already taken it very seriously. Now after hearing what Huang Jin said and looking at the anxious look on Huang Jin's face, Yuan Wei, Li Chunfang and others couldn't help but wonder, could it be that the emperor is ill? However, if the emperor has any accident, he should go to the Imperial Hospital, why did he come to the Hanlin Academy
Yuan Wei and others were both confused and worried, not knowing what the note sent by Emperor Jiajing was this time.
Zhu Pingan also looked at the torn piece of paper in Huang Jin's hand with curiosity. However, when he saw the material of the paper in Huang Jin's hand, Zhu Pingan was not too worried. This piece of paper was a piece that Emperor Jiajing had torn off from the green ivy paper. It was probably that Emperor Jiajing had torn off a corner and wrote a note when he was offering sacrifices to the heaven. Emperor Jiajing could still offer sacrifices, so it must be nothing serious.
Even though it was just a note, everyone in the Hanlin Academy knelt down to receive it. Li Chunfang was the oldest among the highest-ranking officials, and he accepted the note on behalf of the Hanlin Academy.
"I present several poems that are appetizing."
When Li Chunfang opened the note and saw its contents clearly, the expression on her face was very surprised.
Seeing this, Yuan Wei became even more curious. When Li Chunfang passed the note to Yuan Wei, his expression was almost the same as Li Chunfang's. After reading it, Yuan Wei passed it to Zhang Juzheng, who was standing next to him. After Zhang Juzheng read it, he passed it to the person next to him. Soon, everyone in the Hanlin Academy read the note.
Poetry that makes you hungry? What the hell
When it comes to offering Qing Ci, no one is curious at all. In the past, Emperor Jiajing would occasionally pass pieces of paper to the Hanlin Academy to ask for Qing Ci to be offered. However, this is the first time that an appetizing poem has been offered. So, what kind of poem is an appetizing poem
"Your Majesty has had a very poor appetite these days. He ate a little last night and we were happy for a long time, but today, he has not eaten a single drop of water for breakfast or lunch. We are heartbroken to see it. Last night, Your Majesty regained his appetite after reading a poem. Today, Your Majesty could not bear our persuasion and wrote this note while meditating. All of you Hanlin scholars are very talented and well-read. You must write more poems. His Majesty's health is in your hands." Huang Jin said as he bowed deeply to everyone in the Hanlin Academy.
Are you kidding? You are the supervisor of the East Factory. Who dares to accept your gift? Li Chunfang and others quickly grabbed Huang Jin, and then patted their chests to promise that they would live up to their trust.
Did His Majesty have a good appetite last night because he read an appetizing poem
What kind of poetry is appetizing
No one would associate this poem Zhu Pingan wrote when he was drunk last night. Who would associate a semi-inappropriate poem written at a small banquet with the poem written by Emperor Jiajing when he had a good appetite last night? Ahem, is that a poem? How vulgar!
However, although this little piece of paper from Emperor Jiajing was a bit sudden, it still did not pose a problem for the talented and knowledgeable Hanlin scholars.
Yuan Wei was particularly quick-witted. Just like when he presented his poem, in almost half a cup of tea, Yuan Wei wrote down a poem full of literary talent:
The peak of the purple camel emerges from the green cauldron, and the crystal plate is covered with white scales;
The rhinoceros chopsticks have been full for a long time and have not been put down, the phoenix knife cuts the empty silk;
The cook wielded his two knives left and right, and the meat flew onto the golden plate as white as snow.
The imperial carriage flies without stirring up dust, and the imperial kitchen sends the eight delicacies in succession.
Yuan Wei finished writing a poem so quickly, which was beyond everyone's expectation. Several Hanlin scholars gathered around to read Yuan Wei's poem. They praised it highly, saying that it was full of literary talent. Reading the poem was like seeing all kinds of delicacies and the craftsmanship of the imperial chef. They praised it as a masterpiece.
Yuan Wei listened to the praise and looked at Zhu Pingan who had not yet picked up his pen. He couldn't help but reveal a smug look. What kind of young champion is this? He just got the title for nothing. How can he compare to me, Yuan Wei? !
(PS: Please ignore Du Fu's "The Beautiful Lady" and "The Song of Watching Fishing", and just assume that this work started with Yuan Wei.) (To be continued.)