In the evening, the sun finally calmed down its hot temper and became a little gentler, and the steaming heat also dissipated a lot.
It's almost time to get off work.
Sure enough, the sound of bells and chimes soon rang out.
get off work.
Sizhi's first day went smoothly.
Zhu Ping'an stretched lazily from the ocean of memorials, let out a long breath, put down his rolled-up sleeves, reached out to pick up the cup in front of him, and gulped down a big gulp of herbal tea.
Get up
Just as she was about to say something to her colleagues in the room and prepare to leave work, she heard footsteps coming from Wuyi Palace, and then heard footsteps coming to the door, and then heard a duck voice coming from the door, "Your Majesty sympathizes with the hard work of you gentlemen, and specially ordered me to bring you dinner. Please enjoy it slowly."
soon
Four dishes, a soup and a basket of steamed buns were brought in by a little eunuch.
After the eunuch left, Zhu Pingan stood up and looked at the delicious four dishes and one soup. He was slightly surprised, and then said happily: "Hey, the welfare of Wuyi Palace is good. There is also dinner. In the future, won't I have the blessing of tasting the imperial chef's skills every day? Speaking of which, the two dishes and one porridge in the last palace examination are still unforgettable to me."
As soon as Zhu Ping'an finished speaking, he saw the other two colleagues in the room looked up and looked at him as if he were an idiot.
“Haha, Zihou, you don’t know that Wuyi Palace does not serve dinner every day. Every time dinner is served, it means you have to be on duty in Wuyi Palace today.” Li Chunfang stood up, smiled and shook his head, explaining.
Well
Doesn't that mean I have to work overtime all night? ! Zhu Ping'an now finally understood why those two colleagues looked at him that way... ...
but
Life is like being raped. If you can't resist, then enjoy it.
Zhu Pingan did it.
Now Li Chunfang and the other three had seen Zhu Ping'an's appetite. Zhu Ping'an ate half of a basket of steamed buns by himself. With Zhu Ping'an as a new force, the four dishes and one soup in the office were all cleaned up for the first time...
The royal chef's cooking skills are really amazing.
After dinner, Zhu Ping'an strolled to the palace gate as if to digest the food. He informed Liu Mu and Liu Dadao who were waiting outside the palace gate and asked them to go back and tell Li Shu that he would be on duty in Wuyi Palace tonight and would not be going back.
After returning to Wuyi Palace, Zhu Ping'an received a mission.
Qingci
Qingci
Still Qingci.
Emperor Jiajing will hold a fasting and prayer ceremony in the Taiyi Hall at noon tomorrow, which requires a Qingci prayer to communicate with the Three Pure Ones, so he orders the Cabinet and the Hanlin Academy to present the Qingci.
Yan Song attached great importance to it and ordered everyone in Wuyi Palace to immediately put down their current tasks and devote themselves to the important matter of Qingci, so as not to miss the emperor's fasting and prayer service at noon tomorrow.
Even though Zhu Ping'an was considered good at writing something as pretentious as Qingci, he still had to rack his brains to write it.
There are only a few famous Qing Ci in history. Excluding those written by Yan Song, Li Chunfang, Yuan Wei and others, there are only a few left. These famous "ownerless" Qing Ci cannot be used so easily. Just like using good steel on a knife's edge, they must be used at the critical moment.
Therefore, Zhu Ping'an could only rack his brains to create his own Qingci.
Night slowly fell, the lights in Wuyi Hall were on, all officials were concentrating on writing Qingci, especially Yan Song, the elder Yan, who stood out as he was serious and responsible. He even asked Yan Shifan, who came to report on his work, to stay and write Qingci.
They worked hard until around midnight, when Zhu Ping'an and others finally went to the low guard house to sleep, exhausted.
Zhu Ping'an was assigned to sleep in a room at the side, numbered "Wuxu", which was close to the toilet in Wuyi Hall.
Although the Wuxu Duty Room is a single room, it is too low and too small, probably only about five square meters. It is a simple small wooden house that can only accommodate a bed, a table and a chair, and nothing else. Don't even think about a wardrobe or a bathroom. It is several times more simple than the most simple office in a certain county that Zhu Ping'an had seen in modern times.
The quilt smells musty...
Fortunately, the room was warm most of the night so there was no need for a quilt. Zhu Ping'an curled his lips in self-mockery.
It was hot and stuffy, with mosquito bites everywhere, and Zhu Ping'an didn't know how he fell asleep.
The next day, Zhu Ping'an got up early and was woken up by people who came to the toilet one after another. After getting up, Zhu Ping'an went to the toilet, followed other officials to a corner of Wuyi Hall to wash up, and then had breakfast together.
Before the bells rang and before office hours began, the three cabinet ministers, Yan Song, Xu Jie and Lu Ben, had already arrived at their respective offices early to concentrate on their poems.
Since the leaders are working so hard, who would dare to be lazy? So Zhu Ping'an also started to work consciously along with the other officials.
He went to the toilet halfway through the journey and walked through Wuyi Hall. Seeing the scene of people working hard to write Qingci in Wuyi Hall, Zhu Pingan shook his head and sighed...
Military and national affairs are not as important as a poem.
After going to the toilet, when returning, Zhu Ping'an witnessed with his own eyes a young official from the Ministry of War who came to report on Altan Khan's invasion of Ji and Liao, and who had been waiting outside the office of Yan Song, the Lord Yan.
The reason
It turned out that Yan Song, the Lord Yan, had not finished writing the Qingci yet. The person on duty outside asked the official who was reporting the military intelligence to wait outside until Lord Yan finished writing the Qingci before going in to report, so as not to interrupt Lord Yan's train of thought.
Last time, an official came to report on the military situation of Japanese pirates invading Taizhou and other places in the south of the Yangtze River. He didn't know that Lord Yan was writing a poem, so he pushed the door open and went in. As a result, he interrupted Lord Yan's train of thought, and the quality of the poem in Lord Yan's hand was ruined.
Not only was the officer who reported the military intelligence severely reprimanded, but the people on duty outside were also severely criticized.
Therefore, from then on, the people on duty outside learned their lesson. Every time when Lord Yan was writing a Qingci, they would be extra attentive. No matter who came, they would wait outside until Lord Yan finished writing a Qingci, for fear that someone would interrupt Lord Yan's train of thought.
Zhu Ping'an returned to the room and completed the assigned task. He then took the opportunity to pour tea and walked around the door.
It was discovered that the official who reported Altan Khan's military invasion of Ji and Liao was still standing upright outside Yan Ge Lao's door.
However, what made Zhu Ping'an curious was that this official had been waiting at the door for so long, but his face showed no emotion at all. He still stood straight, like a spear holding up the sky, but his edge was restrained, as if it would pierce the sky once released.
This person is not simple. He is so dignified and imposing. He should not be an unknown person.
Zhu Ping'an's eyes lit up, he thought silently, and shook his head, he couldn't guess who this person was. There were many famous generals during the Jiajing period, Hu Zongxian, Qi Jiguang, Yu Dayou, Tan Lun... ... and there were also many generals and officials with talents but nowhere to display them in history.