The green poem was presented to the emperor, allowing the golden wisdom to conceal its brilliance; the red poem conveyed the truth, leading to the pearl bag's leaf degree.
The Qingci style of writing combines other styles such as memorials, memorials, and petitions. It requires both neat form and gorgeous language. The most important thing is that the written Qingci must satisfy Emperor Jiajing, which makes it very difficult to write.
Zhu Ping'an worked at his desk for a long time but still failed to come up with a satisfactory poem.
In fact, everyone present was similar to Zhu Ping'an. They worked hard on the choice of words and sentences, but in the end, they were not very satisfied.
However, Yuan Wei is different.
Yuan Wei is worthy of being the future Prime Minister of Qingci. When everyone in the room was blushing with anxiety over the choice of words and sentences, Yuan Wei was calm and graceful, and wrote like flowing water, finishing a Qingci in a flash.
"Please present this to the Emperor."
Yuan Wei walked past Zhu Ping'an with an air of arrogance, like a proud rooster. He glanced at Zhu Ping'an with disdain, and seeing the pure white rice paper on Zhu Ping'an's desk, he could not help but sneer. Then he flicked the Qingci in his hand ostentatiously, and then handed it to the eunuch who was waiting on the side, who gave it to Emperor Jiajing for his perusal.
"Teacher, I have finished writing. Can I hand it in early?"
In Zhu Ping'an's eyes, Yuan Wei was exactly like the arrogant academic master who handed in his exam paper early and looked down on the whole class.
You are so grown up, yet so childish.
Zhu Ping'an curled the corners of his mouth and smiled silently.
Yuan Wei interpreted Zhu Ping'an's expression as a wry smile, because Zhu Ping'an felt that he could not compare with himself, so he smiled bitterly.
Inspired by this understanding, Yuan Wei's literary inspiration once again flowed freely, and he wrote as if inspired by God.
Swish, swish, swish...
In just a cup of tea time, he finished writing another Qingci.
So Yuan Wei repeated the action of handing over the Qingci for the first time.
Like a victorious rooster, he walked past Zhu Ping'an's desk with great pride again, glanced at Zhu Ping'an's desk again, and saw that the rice paper on Zhu Ping'an's desk was blank like before, and he couldn't help but sneer contemptuously once again.
This time, Yuan Wei's sneer was much louder than last time, and it was very obvious in the silent room.
Everyone noticed it.
Everyone knows Yuan Wei's character. He is a proud and conceited person. It is not surprising that he could do such a thing.
Everyone looked over here with curious eyes, curious about how the situation would develop, curious about how Zhu Ping'an would respond, curious...
However, to everyone's disappointment, Zhu Ping'an remained calm, had no reaction and acted as if he was deaf to everything.
Zhu Ping'an turned a blind eye. In Yuan Wei's opinion, Zhu Ping'an was too embarrassed to react. He had already written two Qingci poems, but he, the champion, was still a blank slate. Wasn't he too embarrassed
"Haha, Eunuch Liu, I'm so sorry. I didn't expect to write another one so soon. I have to trouble you to make another trip."
Yuan Wei deliberately stood in front of Zhu Ping'an's desk, clasped the Qingci in his palm, knocked it once, then bowed and said to Eunuch Liu who had just returned from the door.
"No, no, this kind of hard work, I wish I could do it as much as possible."
Eunuch Liu replied with a smile, that was indeed the case. The more poems the people in the room offered, the better he would do his job.
Just now, Eunuch Liu delivered the Qingci written by Yuan Wei to the palace where Emperor Jiajing was practicing, and was fortunately summoned by Emperor Jiajing. After reading Yuan Wei's Qingci, Emperor Jiajing nodded and said, "The parallelism is neat, it's okay." Then he asked Eunuch Liu about the progress of the Qingci in Wuyi Palace. Eunuch Liu reported truthfully and told Emperor Jiajing what Zhu Ping'an said, "Roll up your sleeves and work hard." Emperor Jiajing was very pleased to hear that.
"This is the first time His Majesty has smiled today. You are a very good boy. You should work harder in the future."
Because Emperor Jiajing was very pleased, Eunuch Liu also received a compliment from Huang Jin, which made Eunuch Liu overjoyed.
Huang Jin is the number one eunuch in the palace and holds great power. If you get Huang Jin's recognition, your future will be bright.
After Yuan Wei handed the Qingci to Eunuch Liu, he passed by Zhu Ping'an and returned to his seat. When passing by Zhu Ping'an, Yuan Wei seemed to accidentally see a blank piece of rice paper on Zhu Ping'an's desk, and said in surprise, "Huh? Why hasn't Lord Zhu started writing yet? He has been thinking about it for so long, so Lord Zhu's Qingci masterpiece must be 'the pen falls and the wind and rain are shocked, the poem is completed and the ghosts and gods weep'."
There was a strong hint of sarcasm in Yuan Wei's words, which could be heard immediately.
"hehe... ... "
Yuan Wei's words are really poisonous. When people in the room heard this, many of them couldn't help but laugh. Suddenly, everyone's interest became stronger, and their eyes were focused on Zhu Ping'an like a spotlight. This was taken advantage of by someone, let's see how Zhu Ping'an would react.
Are you still excited?!
After hearing Yuan Wei's sarcastic words, Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but look up at Yuan Wei. Yuan Wei's surprise was exaggerated in his sight, and his sarcastic expression was particularly asking for a beating, which made Zhu Ping'an unable to help but want to satisfy him.
Their eyes met.
A smell of gunpowder filled the air.
Right, this is more interesting. Seeing this, everyone's faces flushed with excitement. After sitting here for so long, thinking about the lyrics, my brains are almost empty. Now there is such a good show for everyone to enjoy. It's really great. After thinking about it for so long, it's time to relax.
The two men's eyes met.
One second
Two seconds
Suddenly, Zhu Ping'an's lips curled up into a simple and honest smile. Haha, just when he looked at Yuan Wei, a bold and interesting inspiration flew into Zhu Ping'an's mind: Haha, you are full of literary ideas, aren't you awesome? Then how about I "borrow" your Qingci, which became famous ten years later
It felt like using Yuan Wei's hand to slap himself in the face.
When he thought of this, the smile on Zhu Ping'an's lips became more honest.
Yuan Wei won the favor of Emperor Jiajing by writing Qingci, and then rose to a high position in the cabinet. Regardless of Yuan Wei's character, his talent and his Qingci achievements are undeniable.
However, as the saying goes, ginger is spicy with age. The older a person gets, the more powerful his literary skills become. Ten years from now, Yuan Wei's literary skills will definitely be more powerful than Yuan Wei's now.
What's more, Yuan Wei's famous Qingci written ten years later is not inferior to his "The Black Turtle in Luoshui First Offers Auspicious Signs".
In addition, ten years is such a long time span. Yuan Wei must have never thought about that famous Qingci poem by now, so there is no need to worry about being accused of plagiarism.
Um
It was happily decided.
So, Zhu Ping'an raised his head and looked at Yuan Wei with a simple smile on his face, and replied modestly: "Haha, Lord Yuan, you are joking. I am ignorant and have been thinking about it for so long, but I have only come up with a clumsy work. How can I live up to Lord Yuan's words that 'my writing can shock the wind and rain, and my poetry can make ghosts and gods weep'."