After finishing writing the Zhaiqiao couplet, Zhu Ping'an checked the five couplets again, carefully confirmed the format and wording, and then took a break.
The main purpose of checking couplets is to prevent typos in couplets. This is not Zhu Ping'an's worrying. Such an incident happened several years ago. At that time, a Hanlin was responsible for copying Qingci for Emperor Jiajing. After the fasting and firewood ceremony, Emperor Jiajing asked the Tianshi who was in charge of the fasting and firewood ceremony at that time whether the Qingci had been sent to the heaven. As a result, the Tianshi shook his head, sighed heavily and said, "The Qingci did not reach the heaven because someone wrote a typo in it. The Lingguan who was in charge of the gate of the South Gate of the Heavenly Palace found the typo after receiving the letter and confiscated it. He did not report it to the immortals." So Emperor Jiajing thoroughly checked the Qingci of the fasting and firewood ceremony at that time, and really found a typo. Then he was furious and beat the Hanlin who was in charge of writing the Qingci with 30 court sticks, which made his skin torn and almost died.
Zhu Ping'an's inspection is to prevent such accidents from happening.
After resting for a while, Zhu Ping'an unfolded a larger piece of green ivy paper, which was used to write Qingci.
After studying the "Qi Jiao Qing Ci Jing" given by the old Taoist priest who was suspected to be Lan Daoxing, Zhu Ping'an's Qing Ci level rose sharply, and at least he knew what kind of Qing Ci Emperor Jiajing liked more. There are three main points about Qing Ci that Emperor Jiajing liked. The first point is the writing style, which is the most basic; the second point is flattering words such as attaining the Tao and becoming an immortal, and the superiors like to hear flattering words; the third point is the most core, simplicity in the emperor's heart, which actually means understanding what Emperor Jiajing thinks in his heart, which is the simplest but also the most difficult.
Jian is in the emperor's heart. There are no more than ten people in the whole Ming Dynasty who can do this. Among them, Yan Song, Xu Jie, and Yan Shifan are the best; Yuan Wei, Li Chunfang, Yan Ne, Guo Pu and others are slightly inferior, but they are also excellent. Apart from these people, the rest can't do this. However. Zhu Pingan is confident that he can also be considered one of them.
After studying the "Zhaijiao Qingci Jing" and relying on the advantage of historical experience, Zhu Ping'an also has the capital to be confident.
Qingci first became popular during the reign of Emperor Jiajing. This was after the Jiajing Great Ceremony Controversy. The Great Ceremony Controversy "started with disputes over the title of father, emperor, and emperor, then disputes over temples and roads, and finally disputes over temple visits and music and dance." In other words, the focus of the Great Ceremony Controversy was to determine the title of Zhu Youju, the biological father of Emperor Shizong, and the ultimate goal was to establish and consolidate his own rule.
So, Emperor Jiajing only thought about two things: one was to consolidate his own rule, and the other was to worship Taoism and cultivate immortality.
After sorting it out, Zhu Ping'an spread out the green ivy paper, took a brush dipped in gold powder and wrote down the green poem he had conceived word by word:
I bow down to the special court and build it outside, and the festival is coming. The altar has been set up long ago...
After writing this Qingci, Zhu Ping'an had two more brushes in his sleeve pockets. It didn't matter much to have twelve brushes scattered in two sleeve pockets, and the long sleeves of Ming Dynasty costumes fluttered in the best way to cover them.
After the five couplets and a poem were written, the middle-aged Taoist priest next to him held a magic tool and performed a strange sacrificial dance on the altar, muttering to himself, "I bow my head and worship Haotian with all my heart. Haotian is attending the lecture today. There is a golden light in the lecture hall, and a pearl is hanging in the sky. The pearl is hanging in the sky and paying homage to Yuanshi. Yuanshi preaches and saves the immortals. The immortals are eager to pay homage to the Supreme. The Supreme is the Supreme Heaven..."
Then the middle-aged Taoist priest bowed and knelt down to worship the heaven, and then he posted the couplets and poems one by one and hung them on the altar.
"Master Youdao, please come down from the altar and have a rest." After doing all this, the middle-aged Taoist politely asked Zhu Ping'an to come down from the altar.
Zhu Ping'an bowed slightly, then folded his sleeves and slowly walked down the altar. The reason why he folded his sleeves was because, ahem, there were quite a few brushes in his sleeves. If he found a gold shop to melt the gold powder on the brushes, there would be at least three or four taels of gold.
After Zhu Pingan came down from the altar, he found that most of the others had also come down. Zhu Pingan and Zhang Siwei just exchanged glances. The atmosphere of the fasting and offering sacrifices was quite strong at this time. From a distance, he saw Emperor Jiajing doing the hand-washing ceremony with Master Tao, with the leader beside him. So everyone present was relatively quiet. Zhu Pingan quietly looked at Emperor Jiajing in the distance, wondering with some evil interest whether Emperor Jiajing would perform a shaman dance during the fasting and offering sacrifices. It was simply too beautiful not to look at.
However, to Zhu Ping'an's disappointment, after all the people from the Hanlin Academy came down from the altar, they were led directly out of the West Garden. Zhu Ping'an's wish to watch Emperor Jiajing perform a shaman dance was shattered.
After leaving the Xiyuan Palace, everyone from the Hanlin Academy went straight back to the Hanlin Academy and returned to their respective workplaces.
Zhang Siwei was still thinking about Zhu Ping'an's thick black theory, so he followed Zhu Ping'an back to the library. Anyway, he had nothing to do there for the time being.
"Ahem, I just picked up a brush. I've confirmed that it's real gold. I might as well save it for myself if I gave it to those stinky Taoist priests who pretend to be gods. At least I can exchange this brush for hehe..."
"I was greatly inspired by Zihou's thick black theory."
Zhang Siwei entered the library, looked around to see that there was no one around, then put his arm around Zhu Ping'an's shoulders, took out a brush from his sleeve, waved it in front of Zhu Ping'an, and squinted his eyes proudly to show off.
After Zhang Siwei finished speaking, he saw Zhu Pingan looking at him with a very strange look, so Zhang Siwei naturally translated Zhu Pingan's look into "envy"...
"Hey, you don't have to be so envious of me. I just had a sudden inspiration on the altar..." Zhang Siwei patted Zhu Ping'an's shoulder complacently, and then taught by example, "Don't be envious. Next time, next time you can also..."
Then after he finished speaking, Zhang Siwei noticed that Zhu Ping'an's eyes became even stranger.
"Hey, what are you looking at? Cough cough cough, okay okay, I'll treat you to lunch." Zhang Siwei touched his nose and compromised.
After saying that, Zhang Siwei discovered that Zhu Ping'an's eyes became even weirder, and it had reached the pinnacle.
"Hey, kid, don't be dissatisfied..." Zhang Siwei shouted dissatisfiedly.
Then
The next second, Zhang Siwei was like a little rooster whose throat was pinched. His voice stopped abruptly and his eyes looked as if he had seen nothing.
Because in his sight, Zhu Ping'an casually pulled out a brush from his sleeve, which was full of gold powder, much more than he had, at least one-half more.
"You too..." Zhang Siwei swallowed and said only two words, then stopped abruptly again as if someone had strangled him.
Because in his sight, after Zhu Ping'an pulled out the first brush and placed it on the table, he once again pulled out a heavy gold pen from his sleeve.
"You..." This time Zhang Siwei only had time to say one word before he stopped abruptly again.
In his sight, Zhu Pingan put down the second gold pen, then took out the third gold pen, and then the fourth, fifth, sixth, and then one, two, three, four, changed sleeves, and did it again...
Zhang Siwei was stunned to see Zhu Pingan took out a total of twelve gold pens, and he was speechless. Now Zhang Siwei understood the meaning of Zhu Pingan's eyes just now: Si Bu Sa, you are so good at telling me to do it (To be continued.)