In the eyes of the two officials in the room, Zhu Ping'an's article "Kneeling Before the Buddha for Three Thousand Years" seemed to be going in the opposite direction from the ancient times.
It's completely off topic, and not just off topic in some small way, it's completely off topic.
If he wanted to use this to attract the attention of Emperor Jiajing, then they could only say that Zhu Ping'an was really brave.
After reading just this one sentence, they lost all interest in reading further, and there was no need to read further. Just from the sentence "kneeling before the Buddha for three thousand years", they already knew the outcome of Zhu Ping'an's article submission. It was irrelevant and there was no other way but to end up in complete failure.
This is not attracting His Majesty's attention at all, it is clearly rubbing salt into His Majesty's wounds.
You want to use this to attract His Majesty’s attention? Dream on.
Young people have to learn from their mistakes. Let him hit the wall this time. This kind of pain is also an indispensable experience in the growth process of young people. Only by experiencing severe pain once can he remember the lessons and not make the same mistake again in the future.
Let him be.
It’s more important to focus on your own business.
After reading this sentence, the two officials lowered their heads and smiled, three parts speechless, three parts gloating, and four parts standing by and watching. Then they withdrew their gazes, no longer distracted by Zhu Ping'an, and once again concentrated on the articles they were writing.
Zhu Ping'an was still concentrating on painting and did not notice the changes in the expressions of the two officials. Of course, even if he noticed, Zhu Ping'an would not be affected.
Dip the ink, hold the wrist, and move the brush…
From the first word, Zhu Ping'an never stopped writing except for dipping his pen in ink. His ideas really flowed like a fountain and he wrote down the words in one go.
Even though the two officials in the same room had already conceived and written down their drafts, they still had to think over and over the words when it came to the finalization. They pondered for a long time before writing down a few words or a few sentences.
When the two officials in the room had painstakingly considered and pondered, and had only written three or four sentences, they heard another sound coming from Zhu Ping'an next to them.
The slight duan sound when the inkstone is put back to its original place, the slight vibration caused by the brush hanging on the pen holder... ...
Um
hehe... ...
After hearing the sound of the pen, ink, paper and inkstone being returned to their places, the two officials were startled at first, and then they couldn't help but pull up the corners of their mouths and smile.
Zhu Pingan couldn't continue writing and gave up...
Haha, at least he has some self-awareness. He knows that the thing is impossible and he gives up in time. This can be considered as self-awareness, and he is not hopeless.
However, before the two officials could fully smile, they heard the sound of ink being blown gently. They were startled. If they were giving up, they would give up. Why were they blowing the ink with their mouths
This happens occasionally when writing with a brush. After writing, in order to make the ink dry faster, some people will blow on the ink with their mouth to make it dry faster.
After being stunned for a moment, the two officials could not help but raise their heads again and look towards the source of the sound.
Then
I couldn't help but open my mouth again.
In their sight, Zhu Ping'an bent down to blow dry the ink on the question book and was about to close the book. At that moment, they saw an article neatly written on the question book that was about to be closed. Because the question book was closed very quickly, they could not see the specific text on the question book, but it looked like there were about four or five hundred words. Judging from the format and number of words, it was completely finished.
Finished it so quickly?!
No way?!
The two officials were completely stunned. I have been writing for a whole day and have only just finished writing three sentences. You have already finished writing this article?! How many hands do you have? You write too fast...
However, after thinking of Zhu Ping'an's first sentence, "Kneeling before the Buddha for three thousand years," the two officials felt a little better.
You wrote fast, but you misunderstood the meaning of the question. So what does it matter if you wrote fast!
Since you are so anxious to hit your head against the wall, just go ahead and hit it.
Young people
Still too impatient.
Shaking their heads, the two officials lowered their heads and continued to create.
When Zhu Ping'an closed the memorial book, Lord Zhang, who was waiting for him outside with three officials, had also finished writing. The four of them took the memorial books with their written articles and walked together to the young eunuch in charge of Wuyi Sizhi, who then presented them to the Emperor in Yongshou Palace for his perusal.
"Eunuch Li, please forward our petition to the Yongshou Palace for the emperor to review."
The leader, Lord Wang, handed the four people's petitions to the young eunuch who was in charge of Wuyi's office, and stuffed a silver ingot into the young eunuch's sleeve.
"Okay, okay... Lord Wang, just leave it to me without worry." Eunuch Li took the question book, felt the weight of the silver in his sleeve, narrowed his eyes with a smile on his face, and agreed immediately.
"Then I'll have to trouble Eunuch Li." Lord Wang, Lord Zhang and the other four bowed and thanked him repeatedly.
"Thank you for being so polite, my lords. This is my job. Well, I won't say much. I will present your memorials to the Yongshou Palace for your perusal." Eunuch Li smiled and bowed to Lord Wang and the others. Amidst Lord Wang and the others' thanks, he turned around and walked out of Wuyi Palace.
Just as Eunuch Li turned around, he heard Zhu Ping'an's voice behind him, "Eunuch, please wait a moment. Please send Ping'an to Yongshou Palace for the emperor to review."
"Master Zhu?"
When Eunuch Li turned around, he saw Zhu Ping'an walking towards him quickly and was stunned for a moment.
"Haha, thank you for your help, father-in-law."
Zhu Ping'an walked up quickly, handed a petition to Eunuch Li with a slight smile, and quietly stuffed a silver ingot into Eunuch Li's sleeve.
This eunuch Li was the young eunuch who had just rejected Zhu Ping'an's request for a meeting.
At this moment, when Eunuch Li saw that the person coming was Zhu Ping'an, his expression changed slightly. Although the silver in his sleeves was heavy, the question book in his hand was even heavier than Mount Tai.
Just as he explained to Zhu Ping'an just now, Emperor Jiajing was in a very bad mood today. In the morning, Li Chenghua, the censor of Zhejiang Province, proposed five matters for the inspection of officials, but was stopped outside the second gate. Eunuch Wan, who delivered the memorial, was also scolded by Supervisor Huang.
At this moment, Eunuch Li was thinking, "Hey, where is my Lord Zhu? What are you doing? Didn't I just explain the interests to you? Why are you handing me the memorial again?"
"Ahem, Lord Zhu, didn't I just tell you that the emperor has no intention of summoning officials today. If Lord Zhu has something important to discuss with the emperor, you'd better submit your letter another day." Eunuch Li's face looked a little unhappy, but for the sake of the silver, he still patiently explained to Zhu Ping'an.
As he said this, Eunuch Li was about to return the question book that Zhu Ping'an had handed over to him.
He did not look carefully at the petition handed over by Zhu Ping'an, and subconsciously regarded the petition handed over by Zhu Ping'an as the petition submitted last time, requesting to see Emperor Jiajing.