The moment Zhu Ping'an put down his pen, the whole room seemed to be cast into a silence spell by the great magician. There was silence all around, with only the sound of heavy breathing.
Everyone is a connoisseur of good things.
Zhu Ping'an wrote this poem in one stroke. It has more than 200 words, each of which is a gem. When put together, it is as dazzling as the Milky Way.
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.
The first two lines of parallel prose alone make this poem invincible. The first line praises the civil and military achievements of Emperor Jiajing, saying that the territory ruled by Emperor Jiajing is so vast that it has never been seen since ancient times, and he is worthy of being called the Infinite Heavenly Lord. The second line hits the spot of Emperor Jiajing just right. What is the purpose of Emperor Jiajing's cultivation of immortality and alchemy and opening the fast and offering sacrifices? Isn't it for immortality? Zhu Ping'an said that Emperor Jiajing is 45 years old this year, and he still has 9,955 years of life left, which is exactly the right amount of life.
Heavenly Lord with Infinite Respect and Eternal Longevity, isn't this exactly what Emperor Jiajing was pursuing? !
In addition, there is not a single nonsense word in the more than 100 words after the Qingci, "I humbly acknowledge that you are truly holy and have a clear mind for handling affairs..." They all praise Emperor Jiajing for loving his people like his own children and for his daily affairs. They describe Emperor Jiajing as an emperor who ruled over an empire of 40,000 miles, but treated everyone equally and loved the people on every inch of the land deeply; an emperor who lived for 10,000 years, but was busy with daily affairs and served the empire and its people every second.
Of course, Zhu Ping'an was flattering, but people did not look down on him for this. After all, who didn't flatter when writing poems for Emperor Jiajing? In comparison, Zhu Ping'an's poem was subtle and elegant.
Writing Qingci is just flattery, and it all depends on how well you flatter. This has long been an unspoken consensus among everyone.
I have to say, Zhu Ping'an's flattery is really amazing!
It would be strange if this flattery didn't touch the heart of Emperor Jiajing!!! After everyone read the Qingci, this thought came to their minds. Once this Qingci was published, Emperor Jiajing's favorite Qingci would probably become two.
"Zihou, you are indeed the top scholar."
Li Chunfang's praise broke the silence in the room, and then everyone began to comment.
Yuan Wei's face turned green.
I obviously hate this little thief, but why do I feel that the Qingci written by this little thief is so wonderful at this moment!
hateful!
The green poem written by this abominable little thief actually resonated with his heart... ... After discovering this problem, Yuan Wei's face became even more sour and greener.
After a cup of tea, the room returned to silence again, and everyone immersed themselves in the ocean of Qingci creation again.
Yuan Wei worked even harder and made a firm vow in his heart that he must create a Qingci that surpassed Zhu Ping'an.
only
Until the moon rose above the willows, Yuan Wei had not been able to conceive another Qingci that satisfied him, and the number of Qingci he presented was fixed at two.
After Zhu Ping'an finished writing that Qingci, he never wrote again. Although he looked like he was thinking carefully, his brain was actually busy with other things.
At midnight, the Qingci offered by everyone finally met the requirements of the fasting and offering ceremony. As it was too late, everyone rested in Wuyi Hall.
Zhu Ping'an slept another night in the small room of Wuyi Palace.
The dark little room, the narrow bed, the creaking sound when turning over, the mosquitoes buzzing industriously around my ears...
Zhu Ping'an lay on the hard little bed, looking at the dark ceiling, hugging a quilt that had no warmth or feel and even had a slight musty smell. He couldn't help but miss the big bed in Jingxiangyuan and the fragrant Li Shu.
I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, and it took a long time before I finally fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, Zhu Pingan woke up early, got dressed, and went out to wash up. This row of low duty huts was not only uncomfortable to sleep in, but also inconvenient to wash up. If you had to go to the public toilet and take a bath, you would not be able to get a number for a long time if you got up late.
After he came back from washing up and had breakfast, several eunuchs brought the imperial edict of Emperor Jiajing, rewarding Zhu Ping'an with a scented leaf crown, an apricot yellow Taoist robe embroidered with the Eight Diagrams, and a pair of ten-square black silk shoes.
The scented leaf crowns were all made by the Emperor Jiajing himself, and were not usually awarded to his subjects easily. No more than five scented leaf crowns were awarded each year. Only those who made poems that satisfied the Emperor very very very much could be awarded the scented leaf crown.
It is a rare honor to receive the Fragrance Leaf Crown.
Although other ministers in the room also received rewards, for example Yuan Wei was given a set of apricot yellow Taoist robes embroidered with the Bagua, but these rewards were all standard, and their significance and value were far less than the scented leaf crown made by Emperor Jiajing himself.
Yuan Wei, who was waiting for the imperial edict together, saw Zhu Ping'an being awarded the scented leaf crown. His eyes turned red, like a rabbit with conjunctivitis.
However, Zhu Ping'an was not the only minister who received the Fragrant Leaf Crown today.
Zhu Ping'an's master Xu Jie was also given a fragrant leaf crown, an apricot-yellow Taoist robe embroidered with the Eight Diagrams, and a pair of ten-sided black silk shoes. In addition, Xu Jie was also specially rewarded by Emperor Jiajing and was given an elixir.
After hearing that Xu Jie not only won the Fragrant Leaf Crown, but also got the elixir personally made by Emperor Jiajing, Yuan Wei's mood improved a little bit. The reason was simple: Zhu Ping'an's limelight was suppressed. But after seeing that Zhu Ping'an was not affected at all, Yuan Wei's mood became worse again.
As long as it did not involve the privacy of the royal family, the palace was well-informed, and the Qingci written by Xu Jie was soon spread to everyone's desk:
Shi Ben was actually a real man, he shouted "Long live the emperor" and cheered the whole nation.
One horizontal line goes straight across the universe, and two vertical lines fly diagonally to support the country.
Promote official positions, salaries and titles, establish rules and regulations, and establish imperial plans.
The master has eternal blessings, and the moon is shining brightly over the five lakes.
At first, people didn't think much of Xu Jie's Qingci. It was just an ordinary Qingci, and even had a bit of a doggerel feel. People didn't understand how Lord Xu could create such an ordinary Qingci, and why the emperor was so fond of such an ordinary Qingci
As people studied it, the mystery was gradually discovered.
"This is a poem about splitting characters."
Everyone couldn't help but exclaim.
The reign title of the present emperor is "Jiajing", and Xu Jie's poem breaks down the word "Jiajing" stroke by stroke according to the order of strokes, and praises it one by one. Moreover, the praise is subtle and natural, which can be said to be perfect.
After discovering this secret, everyone looked back at Xu Jie's Qingci and suddenly felt that Xu Jie's work was so brilliant and really flattering that it was beyond the reach of others. No wonder the emperor rewarded him with both the fragrant leaf crown and the elixir.
Old ginger is still spicy.
Seeing this poem by his teacher Xu Jie, which was a perfect example of flattery, Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.