"Humble work? Haha, Lord Zhu is really modest. With Lord Zhu's talent as the top scholar, the so-called humble work must be a great work." Yuan Wei looked at Zhu Ping'an without blinking, with a teasing smile on his lips. He praised Zhu Ping'an insincerely, and then changed the subject and said in a tone that Zhu Ping'an could not refuse, "It is better to share happiness with others than to enjoy it alone. Lord Zhu, please don't be so proud of your own work. You must let us feast our eyes on this great work."
In Yuan Wei's opinion, this was a good opportunity to make Zhu Ping'an look bad.
In his opinion, Zhu Ping'an's so-called humble work was just an excuse. He, Zhu Ping'an, had never thought of it at all. Zhu Ping'an had prepared well in advance for his previous submissions, so he could write immediately and the quality was good. But this time, the emperor transferred him to Wuyi Palace to present the Qingci, which was a bit sudden. Zhu Ping'an was unable to prepare in advance, and the fact that his Qingci level was not good was exposed all of a sudden. He had written two Qingci, but he, Zhu Ping'an, had not written a single word.
If Zhu Ping'an had thought it through, with his shameless and opportunistic spirit, he would have surely been eager to take credit from the emperor and win his favor.
Zhu Ping'an, this kid, had used despicable means in the past (scheming, preparing in advance, scheming and speculating, etc.) to overshadow me several times. The opportunities that originally belonged to me were snatched away by him several times. In less than a year, Zhu Ping'an had been promoted from a small sixth-rank editor in the Hanlin Academy to the current fifth-rank lecturer, a position that should not be underestimated.
Humph, those opportunities for promotion originally belonged to me!!!
They were all snatched away by Zhu Ping'an!
God has given me such an opportunity this time, and I must grasp it well and make Zhu Ping'an look bad, so that he can understand, let everyone understand, and let the emperor know that in terms of Qingci, Zhu Ping'an is far inferior to me, Yuan Wei.
During this breath, Yuan Wei's psychological activities were very complicated...
Zhu Ping'an certainly didn't know what Yuan Wei was thinking, but from Yuan Wei's playful smile and words, Zhu Ping'an could guess roughly what was going on.
hehe.
Want to embarrass myself.
Feel sorry.
I'm sorry to disappoint you this time.
I will use your words to slap you in the face and expose my name...
Tsk tsk, why does this feel like the modern saying "live in your house, spend your money, sleep with your wife, and beat your kids".
"This... is just a humble work, I am afraid it will pollute everyone's eyes..." Zhu Ping'an made up his mind to use the famous Qingci written by Yuan Wei ten years later, but he pretended to hesitate and tried to refuse by playing hard to get.
Seeing Zhu Ping'an's refusal, the sparks in Yuan Wei's excited eyes became fiercer. Zhu Ping'an really didn't say a word about the company. Zhu Ping'an's refusal further strengthened Yuan Wei's previous judgment.
hehe
Zhu Ping'an, the more you want to escape, the less I will do what you want. I, Yuan Wei, swear that I will make you look bad this time!
"Haha, Master Zhu is so modest, but do you think we are unworthy of appreciating Master Zhu's great work?!"
Yuan Wei stared at Zhu Ping'an with a forced smile, his eyelids twitching with excitement as these heart-piercing remarks spilled from his lips.
Well
Old Yuan, you are really not a good actor. All your inner thoughts are revealed on your face.
Zhu Ping'an pulled the corner of his mouth speechlessly.
"Master Zhu?" Yuan Wei urged again with a forced smile.
"Uh, how could that be? In that case, I'll show off my ugliness." Zhu Ping'an shook his head with a wry smile, then replied helplessly.
Finally succeeded!!!
Seeing Zhu Ping'an being forced to agree with a look of helplessness, Yuan Wei's face was smiling like a blooming chrysanthemum.
hehe
Sharing joy with others is worse than enjoying it alone. Zhu Ping'an's ugliness can only be better appreciated when more people watch it together.
So, Yuan Wei smiled and invited everyone in the room: "Haha, Master Zhu is going to write a masterpiece, why don't you wait and see with Wei."
Many people in the room had just been watching the fun, and when Yuan Wei invited them, they naturally agreed readily.
Soon, most people in the room came over to watch, surrounding Zhu Pingan and Yuan Wei together, as if they were watching two jealous gorillas in the zoo.
Seeing this, Yuan Wei was very proud.
The more people there are, the better. It will be more interesting when we reveal Zhu Ping'an's true level of Qingci and make him look bad.
"I am humbled that you all attach so much importance to my humble work, Ping'an. I am overwhelmed..." Zhu Ping'an smiled bitterly and bowed to everyone.
"Master Zhu, there is no need to say more. Please come in. Wei can't wait to appreciate Master Zhu's great work."
Haha, at this time, you still want to delay time. Yuan Wei's eyes were bright, as if burning with two flames, as if he saw through Zhu Ping'an's tricks. He looked at Zhu Ping'an playfully, interrupted Zhu Ping'an's words, and urged Zhu Ping'an to write quickly, not giving Zhu Ping'an any chance to delay time to think.
"Then Ping An will make a fool of himself."
Zhu Ping'an looked up at Yuan Wei, nodded with a wry smile, then picked up the brush in his right hand, held the sleeve of his right hand with his left hand, dipped the brush in ink, and wrote on the paper.
The moment he put pen to paper, Zhu Ping'an's whole spirit and energy changed instantly, as if he had transformed into a towering mountain that reached the sky, causing the onlookers to inexplicably feel a sense of looking up at him.
Yuan Wei, who was closest to Zhu Ping'an, felt the strongest. Damn it, what was going on? Yuan Wei felt an inexplicable sense of irritation and uneasiness in his heart.
At this moment, a breeze blew, and Yuan Wei's restless heart instantly calmed down.
Humph, it must have been too hot just now, which gave me an illusion. Zhu Ping'an hadn't written a single word for half a day. Now that I'm forcing him to pick up the pen and write, it would be strange if he didn't make a fool of himself.
After calming down, Yuan Wei stared at the tip of Zhu Ping'an's pen with great interest, as if to watch a good show.
"The Imperial Map is 40,000 miles..."
Zhu Ping'an wrote as fast as a flying dragon, his strokes were like dragons and snakes, riding the wind and breaking the waves, and in an instant the first line of the Qingci appeared on the paper.
The imperial map covered an area of 40,000 miles, and it instantly demonstrated an aura that could swallow the world. The first sentence made everyone hold their breath.
The playful expression on Yuan Wei's face had disappeared unnoticed.
Before everyone could recover from the shock, Zhu Ping'an once again began to write quickly, writing lines of words on the paper in a frenzy:
The imperial domain is 40,000 li. Since ancient times, no dynasty has unified 40,000 li. The Dao is in harmony with the infinite Heavenly Lord.
The emperor's life span is forty-five. From now on, he still has nine thousand nine hundred and fifty-five years left. He is born with an eternal life.
I bow down to the great saint who has a great reputation and has a clear mind for handling affairs. I only recommend my purity and sincerity and pray for blessings and good fortune. I look forward to your protection and blessing, and to the common people...
Zhu Ping'an wrote the article without any punctuation, and wrote more than a hundred words in one go without pausing for even a second.
I don’t know which word it started, but Yuan Wei’s mouth opened like a bellows and he breathed in deeply, as if someone was strangling his throat.