The two officials in the room just glanced at Zhu Ping'an, then lowered their heads and started writing seriously, concentrating on their works.
The emperor was in a very bad mood today, and he sent a eunuch to Wu Yi'er early in the morning to assign a task, asking the people in front of the yamen to hand in an article. If the work is good, he will reward it generously.
Before Prime Minister Yan went to Yongshou Palace following the imperial order, he specially called everyone together and gave them instructions again.
Everyone knew that this was a mission, but also an opportunity to soar to the sky. If the emperor favored the article, and the article was well received by the emperor, it would be easy for him to get promoted and make money in the future. No, it should be said that he would rise to the top at a rapid pace.
Such a godsend opportunity must not be missed.
The two officials in the room were concentrating on writing. The room was very quiet, with only the inaudible sound of ink moving on paper.
But the next second, the sound of grinding ink was heard. Although it was very slight, it was still very obvious in the quiet room where you could hear a pin drop.
We are all writing with all our heart, why are you here to mess with us? !
The two officials in the room raised their heads with some dissatisfaction and looked at Zhu Ping'an. Besides the two of them, Zhu Ping'an was the only one in the room, and the sound could only have been made by Zhu Ping'an.
When I looked up, I found that Zhu Ping'an had already laid out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and was now grinding the ink, as if he was about to start writing.
The two officials were slightly stunned, and then smiled speechlessly.
Are you, Zhu Ping'an, going to join in the fun and write an article too? But don't you think it's too late? We all started thinking about writing in the morning, and we are just finishing it now.
If you want to write a good article, you must think carefully about it.
Now there are only two incense sticks left before the court is closed. This time is not enough to even come up with an idea, and you still want to join in the fun?! Young man, your character is still not good enough.
This opportunity is good.
But, alas, you have missed it.
It's too late.
The two officials shook their heads and smiled, then lowered their heads and worked hard again. Their article was almost finished. In their opinion, even if they had finished writing, Zhu Ping'an probably hadn't finished thinking about it yet, and hadn't even written a single word.
While the two officials were concentrating on their creations, Zhu Ping'an had already ground the ink.
It was completely different from what the two officials in the room had expected. After Zhu Ping'an ground the ink, he picked up the pen and started writing without thinking.
I wipe
What's that sound?!
It seems to be the sound of writing?!
The sound of Zhu Ping'an writing on paper immediately attracted the attention of the two officials in the room.
Curious, the two looked up again.
It didn't matter that they looked up. The scene that came into their eyes shocked them so much that they almost couldn't hold the brush in their hands. In their sight, Zhu Ping'an had already started writing on the paper with a flying brush.
Oh shit!
You have a different idea?!
Seeing this scene, the two officials almost vomited blood. You know, after they received the task in the morning, it took them the whole morning and lunch time just to come up with the idea.
Zhu Ping'an was in charge of inspecting the Taicang silver vault and had not been in Wuyi, so he had no possibility of knowing the topic of today's article. He had just arrived and could only have known about it just now.
However, they didn't expect that Zhu Ping'an was an unconventional guy. He didn't even think about the idea and just started writing. How could they not be shocked
Of course, this was not the most shocking thing for them. When they noticed the paper in Zhu Ping'an's hand, they couldn't help rubbing their eyes and looked at it carefully again and again. Then their mouths, which were already wide open in surprise, opened even wider, and they could almost fit a fist in it.
You... the paper in your hand is the memorial book, which is officially submitted to the emperor for review.
You... not only do you not come up with an idea, you don't even make a draft!
During the Three Kingdoms period, Cao Zhi could compose a poem in seven steps. Now Zhu Ping'an is no less capable than him. Could this be considered the number one talent? !
Both officers felt a ton of hurt...
But they still don't believe it in their hearts. If you don't have any ideas or drafts, what kind of article can you write? !
Even if you have a quick mind, you can't write anything brilliant in this amount of time.
Do you really think you are Cao Zhi
But even Cao Zhi's seven-step poem has no literary talent. It is more of a doggerel than a poem. It was hastily written under the threat of death. The reason why it can be passed down through the ages is that it hit the core of the brotherhood in front of everyone, making Cao Pi feel guilty and unable to kill him. With the blessing of this history, it can be passed down through the ages.
The topic of today's article is not simple, and Cao Zhi's seven-step poem that he wrote to cope with it is by no means enough.
But seeing Zhu Ping'an's confident face and smooth writing, they were shaken again. Could it be that Zhu Ping'an could really write a great work? !
Out of curiosity, the two officials with various thoughts stretched their necks and looked at Zhu Ping'an's pen.
Zhu Ping'an's brushstrokes are like the flying clouds of the Dragon King, and his strokes are like clouds and smoke. With ease, each character appears on the paper.
Every stroke of the brush is like a dragon entering the sea, and a sense of righteousness comes to the face.
What a great handwriting!
No matter how hard they work, they have to admit that they are inferior to Zhu Ping'an in calligraphy.
etc.
What is Zhu Pingan writing? !
The two officials opened their mouths wide again, even more exaggeratedly than when they saw Zhu Ping'an not thinking or drafting.
When they looked at it, Zhu Ping'an had already written seven words. But just these words made the two officials lose their composure.
After reading these seven words, one of the officials could not believe his eyes. His eyeballs almost popped out. He was completely stunned. He opened his mouth and stared blankly at the seven words written by Zhu Ping'an. He could not utter a word for a long time.
The other official also looked as if he had seen a ghost. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled after several seconds.
This can't be true
Is this really written by Zhu Pingan
After several seconds, the two officials regained their composure. Then their actions and expressions were consistent. They looked at the words written by Zhu Ping'an, looked up at Zhu Ping'an, and then shook their heads speechlessly.
Because the seven words Zhu Ping'an wrote were: "Kneel before the Buddha for three thousand years."
Kneeling before the Buddha for three thousand years? !
The two officials looked at each other, feeling amused, angry, and speechless. Was Zhu Pingan here to make people laugh? !
You didn't even understand the topic! How dare you write and submit it to the emperor?!
Why is His Majesty in a bad mood? ! It is because the power of Buddhism is suppressing Taoism, Taoism is in decline, and the ignorant people in the society have "Maitreya Buddha in every home and Guanyin in every household". It is a pity that no one knows the True Lord of Mercy.
You kneel before the Buddha for three thousand years. You are very sincere! Kneeling before the Buddha once is not enough. You have to kneel for three thousand years.
When His Majesty reads this article of yours, he will probably be so angry that he will vomit three liters of blood!
Well
Isn't this guy trying to attract His Majesty's attention in this way? !
OK!
You have guts!