Oh, Li Mo hurried back from Xiyuan, he had something urgent to do, he still had to summon everyone from the Hanlin Academy. What else could this be except the matter of Emperor Jiajing.
A little curious.
Zhu Ping'an followed Yuan Wei and Zhang Juzheng all the way to the hall. On the way there, Zhang Siwei did not forget what Zhu Ping'an had just said about the Thick Black School. He quietly pushed Zhu Ping'an's arm and whispered, "Zi Hou, if you have time, compile your just-mentioned Thick Black School into a volume, and I will treat you to a drink."
"Sure, that's not difficult." Zhu Ping'an nodded.
Yuan Wei, who was walking in front, snorted coldly when he heard this. He had a deep prejudice against the thick black school of thought that Zhu Ping'an talked about. On the one hand, in his opinion, this thick black school of thought was a school that taught people to do evil. On the other hand, he disliked Zhu Ping'an and naturally did not like his remarks. What's more, Zhu Ping'an's remarks were almost subverting tradition for him.
When I walked into the hall, I found that most of the people in the Hanlin Academy were there, of course, all of them had ranks.
"Okay, almost everyone is here, so I won't say much. The flowers are growing, all things are reviving, and they are full of vitality. Today, His Majesty is moved by the sight of these things and has ordered the resumption of the fast and sacrifice ceremony. He has also ordered the Hanlin Academy to cooperate with Master Tao to compose poems and inscribe plaques and couplets." After Zhu Ping'an and others arrived, Li Mo nodded and told them the reason for gathering everyone today.
Fasting and offering sacrifices, Qingci
When Yuan Wei, who was standing in front, heard Li Mo say that Emperor Jiajing was going to hold a ceremony, he was overjoyed. Every ceremony was his time to shine. Especially during a previous ceremony, he wrote the poem "The black tortoise on the Luo River presented auspiciousness for the first time. Nine is a yin number and nine is a yang number. Ninety-nine is eighty-one. The number is connected to the Tao. The Tao is in harmony with Yuanshi Tianzun. One sincerity has feelings. The red phoenix on Mount Qishan presented auspiciousness. The male chirped six times and the female chirped six times. Sixty-six is thirty-six. The sound was heard in the sky. The Emperor Jiajing was born by heaven. May he live forever." This poem made Emperor Jiajing very happy. It also made Yuan Wei shine.
The only time to be proud is today!
Now that he heard that Emperor Jiajing was going to hold another fast, Yuan Wei was eager to make a move, his hands were thirsty, and he had to let someone know how powerful he was! Qingci. It's not something that your patchwork, nonsense food-themed poems can compare to!
It's time to show my true strength!
If Yuan Wei was born in modern times, he would definitely tear off his clothes and reveal the red triangle worn inside out!
After hearing what Li Mo said, Zhu Pingan was speechless. He thought it was something else. Why did they gather so many people so anxiously? It turned out that Emperor Jiajing wanted to hold a ceremony and asked the people from the Hanlin Academy to help write and draw and arrange the venue! This is also a feature of Jiajing... ...
Zhang Siwei was also a little surprised, but the others were used to it, and many of them were eager to try it like Yuan Wei.
It was a good thing to go to Xiyuan to write poems and plaques for Emperor Jiajing. This was a good opportunity to show off in front of Emperor Jiajing, so many Hanlin scholars were eager to try.
In fact, this kind of work could be done by some eunuchs who were good at writing, but Emperor Jiajing was full of discrimination against eunuchs, thinking that eunuchs were dirty and filthy, and that eunuchs were only fit to sweep the toilet and wash the toilet. As for fasting and offering poems, couplets, etc., Emperor Jiajing would never let them interfere. This is a great matter of communicating with the heavens, and we can't let these dirty slaves anger the heavens!
Therefore, every time Emperor Jiajing held a ceremony, he would always ask the eunuchs to do some trivial work. Writing Qingci was either done by the Hanlin Academy or by other people such as the Ministry of Rites.
Li Mo was disgusted with the fasting ceremony, but since his leader liked it, he had no choice but to assign the task. Although the fasting ceremony of Emperor Jiajing required people to write poems and couplets, not everyone could go, so Li Mo had to select them.
The calligraphy must be good, and the Qingci must also be good... ... Li Mo was in charge of the Hanlin Academy for a short time after his reinstatement, and as the Minister of Personnel, he was more concerned about the affairs of the Ministry of Personnel, but not the Hanlin Academy. Li Mo was not very clear about who wrote better calligraphy.
"You all write your names on the paper." Li Mo thought about it, and then asked all the Hanlin to write their names on the paper, and then distinguish whose handwriting is more suitable to write Qingci in Xiyuan.
All the Hanlin scholars knew what Li Mo meant, so when they wrote their own names, they all put in their best effort.
After everyone finished writing, Li Chunfang helped collect them and handed them to Li Mo. After receiving them, Li Mo read them one by one, and after considering for a moment, he began to arrange the candidates to go to Xiyuan.
"Yuan Wei."
The first name Li Mo called was Yuan Wei, which made Yuan Wei very proud. He glanced at Zhu Ping'an with confidence, just like a child who had received a red flower when he was young.
"Li Chunfang."
Li Mo then called out Li Chunfang's name. Although Li Mo disliked Qingci, the Qingci that was so prosperous in this dynasty still rang in Li Mo's ears from time to time. Among them, Yuan Wei and Li Chunfang from the Hanlin Academy were the people who wrote good Qingci that Li Mo often heard.
After calling Yuan Wei and Li Chunfang, Li Mo paused for a moment. He didn't know the other Hanlin scholars very well.
However, after a short pause, Li Mo started calling out names again, this time by font size.
In fact, those who could enter the Hanlin Academy all had good writing skills, and they would not be too bad at writing Qingci or something like that, so Li Mo looked for signatures with good handwriting based on the signatures written by everyone this time.
"Lu Zhiming." Li Mo flipped through the signatures handed in by everyone and called out the first name. The Hanlin whose name was called was so excited that he could not express it in words.
"Liu Du."
"Zhang Juzheng."
"Zhang Siwei."
Li Mo then called out the names of the people below him. After calling out Zhang Juzheng's name, Li Mo called out Zhang Siwei's name. After calling out Zhang Siwei's name, Li Mo put together the signatures submitted by everyone and put them aside.
It seems that the roll call has been completed, and the people going to Xiyuan are those named above.
Yuan Wei couldn't help but look at Zhu Pingan with a smug, gloating look, just like a proud peacock meeting a shed old hen. Look, you can't do it.
Just when Yuan Wei was feeling complacent, he heard Li Mo say another sentence, which made Yuan Wei's face turn green.
"And Zhu Pingan."
After signing, Li Mo paused for a moment and looked at Zhu Pingan again, with a complicated expression, he called Zhu Pingan's name. In fact, Li Mo refused to call Zhu Pingan's name, but Zhu Pingan's handwriting was indeed good, and it was said that he also wrote well in the imperial examination. In addition, the scene of Zhu Pingan reading in the morning still touched Li Mo. Although he still disliked this little Yan party, he still had a different view of Zhu Pingan's diligence.
In the end, Li Mo still came out from an objective, fair and responsible perspective. After the comparison, he still suppressed his subjective dislike and named Zhu Pingan. (To be continued.)