The moon on the 19th is only eight-tenths full, like the bright eyes of Xi Shi, and seems to have a myriad of delicate features that blur the moon halo, and sprinkle the moonlight like smoke and fog on the world.
Yuan Wei stood at the table with a pen in hand, the moonlight shone through the window and fell on him. He looked as if he was favored by the moonlight, and the moonlight was hazy.
For a moment, I felt that Yuan Wei was a talented man who walked out of an ink-and-wash landscape painting.
A modest gentleman, elegant and graceful.
Pick up the pen
Dip it in three parts moonlight and seven parts ink.
As soon as she put pen to paper, she looked like Chang'e flying to the moon, graceful as a startled wild goose, and with each step she took, a poem appeared on the paper in an instant:
The Holy Emperor has been on the throne for thirty-one years. He has been clear about government and has been harmonious with the people.
I bow down to the stars and the sky is clear, with five-colored clouds, embracing the sun's brilliance, brilliant and shining, as if I have attained the Tao and ascended to heaven for a long time, all because of the might of the tiger. I have devoted my life to repay my wise king; I am loyal and fervent, and I have never changed my mind. I have spent years to repay the heaven and earth, and my heroic spirit has not died. Although I am dead, I am still alive, and my name can be passed down in the world and serve the heaven.
I hope you will show your mercy and sincerely recommend me to you, pray for blessings and happiness, and pray that the light of the lotus seat of Baolin will spread to the springs, turn the fire into a clear source, and bring salvation to all. Your efforts are limited, but your sorrow is endless.
After writing the last word "poor", a smile broke out on Yuan Wei's face, and he felt confident and at ease.
When Yuan Wei was writing the Qingci, everyone gathered around him. When Yuan Wei started writing, everyone nodded and praised Yuan Wei for his good handwriting and excellent calligraphy. However, when Yuan Wei finished writing, there was silence in the duty room for a few seconds, with only the sound of Yuan Wei placing the brush in the pen holder.
It was like a phoenix falling into the woods, and all the birds were overwhelmed by her aura and dared not make a sound.
After a few seconds, everyone came back to their senses from Yuan Wei's words.
"What a wonderful 'heroic spirit is not dead, it lives on despite death', what a wonderful 'the spirit is limited, the sorrow is infinite', Maozhong's skill in writing Qingci is really shameful."
"Well, 'alive though dead', these four words are really amazing."
"Your name will be passed down throughout the world, and you will serve the heavenly court... Such a sentence should comfort His Majesty. Lord Yuan is truly worthy of being a talented Hanlin."
"Once this article came out, I couldn't help but admire it. Today's young people are really amazing..."
"The new generation is better than the old generation. This time, I think the flower will definitely go to Maozhong's house."
Inside the duty house, the sound of praise was endless. Yuan Wei was completely overwhelmed by the praise. Listening to the praises from the adults who were more powerful than himself, Yuan Wei felt as if he had drunk a pound of liquor and his heart was intoxicated.
"You are so good, Yuan Maozhong, and you still say that your writing is average. If your article is average, then ours will not be worth showing off." An official who was familiar with Yuan Wei stepped forward and pushed Yuan Wei with his arm, praising him in a blaming tone.
"No, no..."
Yuan Wei smiled and shook his hands repeatedly, looking very humble, and did not seem to be complacent at all because of everyone's praise.
"Maozhong, it's well written..." Yan Song smiled, patted Yuan Wei on the shoulder, and praised Yuan Wei's Qingci.
For the previous few Qingci, Yan Song just smiled and nodded gently, and only Yuan Wei's Qingci received praise from Yan Song.
"Your Excellency is praising me, I feel ashamed..."
Yuan Wei looked flattered and bowed respectfully to Yan Song, bending his waist so much as if he had practiced judo.
A unique honor.
Yuan Wei was very proud of Yan Song's praise. When he stood up, the joy on his face was beyond words.
After Yuan Wei, other people published their Qing Ci one after another.
As everyone's poems were announced, the atmosphere in the duty room became increasingly heated, and it didn't seem like it was a quiet night at all.
Xu Jie was a good man. Although no one mentioned his Qingci, whenever someone published their Qingci, he would look at their Qingci with appreciation, comment on the content of their Qingci, and never hesitate to give his praise.
Of course, most of the time, Xu Jie stood beside Yan Song, and occasionally agreed with Yan Song when he made comments. Seeing Xu Jie so tactful, Yan Song would nod and smile gently in response in most cases, and the relationship between the two had long since stopped the previous struggles and had opened a new chapter.
Indeed, in the past few months, Xu Jie often visited Yan Song, never empty-handed, and always humbled himself in front of Yan Song. Even though they had different political views, he never argued with Yan Song, and always followed Yan Song's lead. Yan Song's son Yan Shifan mocked Xu Jie when he visited him, but Xu Jie did not get angry. He greeted him with a smile and even wanted to marry his niece to Yan Shifan as a concubine.
After entering the cabinet, Xu Jie became even more respectful to Yan Song and had no intention of competing with him. Yan Song's position as the one who had the final say in the cabinet became even more solid.
Over time, Yan Song gradually relaxed his vigilance against Xu Jie.
The two of them were in harmony, and the atmosphere in the office gradually became better. One poem after another was announced, accompanied by waves of praise.
Amid the praises, the owners of Qingci were full of confidence, especially Yuan Wei, who became even more confident after reading everyone's Qingci.
Ta-ta-ta
A series of light footsteps were heard outside the guardhouse.
"The emperor's attendants are here..."
An official discovered it and told everyone. Soon all the ministers noticed it and turned their eyes to the outside.
The significance of the emperor's attendants coming at this time is self-evident.
really
A young eunuch in gorgeous clothes led several other young eunuchs in, holding a folded bright yellow paper in both hands respectfully.
Seeing the note is like seeing the emperor.
Led by Yan Song, the ministers in the duty room stood up and saluted towards the piece of paper in the young eunuch's hand.
After the attendant who passed the note left, the note fell into the hands of Yan Song, the elder Yan. Everyone looked at the note with burning eyes, without blinking.
The attendant just said that the emperor was overjoyed after reading the poem.
Therefore, everyone was eyeing the note from the emperor, hoping that this honor would fall on them.
Seeing that everyone was eagerly looking at the note in his hand, Yan Song laughed and handed the note to Yuan Wei, who stretched his neck, and said with a smile, "Then I'll have to trouble Maozhong to read it to us."
"Ah, your subordinate..."
Looking at the note in his hand, Yuan Wei's face flushed with excitement and he wanted to say something humble.
"Read it quickly, Master Yuan."
"Maozhong, read quickly, don't waste time."
Under the urging of everyone, Yuan Wei slowly opened the note in his hand and looked down with excitement and anticipation.
Well... ...
After just one look, Yuan Wei's face turned from red to pale, the hand holding the note trembled, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his eyes widened.
"What's going on?"
"So excited? Well, it seems that His Majesty has his eyes on Yuan Wei. Look how excited he is."
"You can't read, so what? Read it."
"Maozhong, read."
Everyone urged him on.
"Forget it, let me read it first." An official with a quick temper took the note from Yuan Wei's hand.
Everyone looked at him expectantly.
This impatient official unfolded the note and was about to read it, but when he opened his mouth he seemed to be choked. He exclaimed, his eyes widened, and he rubbed them, then looked again, still a little surprised, and looked at Xu Jie in disbelief.
Then, under the expectant gazes of the crowd, he coughed and slowly read out, "If you don't make a sound, you'll be amazing. Xu Jie has a heart."
"Congratulations, Lord Xu." After reading it, the official bowed to Xu Jie to express his gratitude.
No way
It turned out to be Xu Jie
The person His Majesty favors is actually Xu Jie
Everyone was shocked and looked at Xu Jie in amazement, and then they congratulated him one after another.
In addition to congratulations, people were even more curious about why Xu Jie's Qingci was so outstanding that it received such praise from the emperor.
Finally, under the curious gaze of everyone, Xu Jie's Qingci appeared before everyone.
"Transform a tiger into a dragon!"
"Transform the tiger into a dragon and return to heaven..."
"Master Xu actually thought of transforming a tiger into a dragon and returning to heaven..."
After reading Xu Jie's Qingci, everyone was amazed by the line "transform a tiger into a dragon" in Xu Jie's Qingci. Their hearts were as clear as a mirror. Xu Jie's Qingci won with this line.
It is also because of this sentence that Xu Jie's Qingci is different and stands out.
Everyone was mourning.
Even Yuan Wei is still alive despite his death.
Die die die...
Only Xu Jie was different. He went against the traditional practice of mourning during sacrifices and sang an uplifting and inspiring hymn.
The word death is not mentioned in the entire text.
General Huwei is not dead, he just transformed into a dragon and returned to heaven. Why are you sad? You should be happy.
In addition, there is another implied meaning.
As the saying goes, when one person attains enlightenment, all his family members and dogs will ascend to heaven. If even a cat beside the emperor ascended to heaven, then it must be destiny for the emperor to attain enlightenment and become an immortal.
"I am really ashamed of the praise from you, my ministers. This is the only sentence in the entire Qingci that was not written by me."
Listening to everyone's praise, Xu Jie smiled and shook his head, then drew a horizontal line under "变虎成龙" with a brush.
"ah?"
"Who is so spiritual?"
When everyone heard this, they were stunned and shocked.
"My student, Zhu Zihou." Xu Jie spoke slowly amid everyone's surprise.
"Ah? It's him!"
"The top scholar Zhu Ping'an? He can actually write Qingci?"
Everyone was even more surprised.
Yan Song stroked his beard and nodded, then smiled and said to Xu Jie, "Haha, this sentence is indeed the finishing touch, but if there is no dragon, where does the finishing touch come from. Lord Xu, your Qingci is getting better and better. If you have time, let's exchange ideas."
"I just happen to have a lot of questions I want to ask you." Xu Jie bowed his head slightly and smiled.