Chapter 415 Nonsense
Huang Jin, who came to pass the note, was not surprised at all by Yuan Wei's dismissal. Yuan Wei had always been quick in thinking. In the past, the Holy Emperor would sometimes send out pieces of paper from Yu Zhengqing in the middle of the night. Yuan Wei always finished his poems with his pen, and he was very popular with the emperor.
Seeing Yuan Wei finish it with a wave of his hand, Huang Jin showed a satisfied look on his face, and then walked over to watch Yuan Wei's masterpiece.
The characters move like a dragon and a snake, vigorous and powerful, and completed in one go. The calligraphy is very exquisite. Both his literary talent and his poetry are top-notch, and they are excellent. However, they are good. In terms of calligraphy, they can be called great achievements. In terms of literary talent, they are amazing, but in terms of appetite, they don’t have much excitement. It’s a pity.
"Master Yuan is interested." Huang Jin nodded to Yuan Wei without revealing his voice.
After receiving Huang Jin's praise, Yuan Wei's face became even more proud, and his chin was raised more than forty degrees.
After Yuan Wei finished writing, others began to gradually write, and the next one It was Li who finished the writing Chunfang, like Yuan Wei, Li Chunfang also often wrote Qingci for Emperor Jiajing. In these days in the Hanlin Academy, his poetry writing skills have improved even more:
Fresh bamboo shoots in the suburbs of Beijing are cooked with anchovies, boiled in the spring breeze in early March.
Only the water shield perch can be eaten, even the gods eat fish.
Compared to Yuan Wei's poems, Huang Jin's expression was slightly richer when he read Li Chunfang's poems, but he still felt a little regretful. Although this poem has a bit of a rice flavor, it makes people a little attracted to fish. Desserts, but they are just a few, and they still can't satisfy people's appetite, which is a pity.
"Master Li is interested." Huang Jin nodded, unable to see his emotions.
After Li Chunfang finished writing the poem, others also completed a poem one after another. Zhang Juzheng and Zhang Siwei each also wrote a poem.
Zhang Juzheng's poems are definitely the best:
The dragon king knows the beauty of fish, and the mountain god knows the fragrance of bamboo shoots.
The white jade cup of sweet wine has a particularly long-lasting flavor when it is half-boiled.
Zhang Siwei lived up to his literary talent, and followed Zhang Juzheng in writing an excellent work.
All the scholars present here have basically finished writing a masterpiece. The only one who has not yet finished writing is Zhu Pingan. Zhu Ping'an was the number one scholar, but he had not yet written, so everyone couldn't help but turn their attention to him.
Could it be that the Number One Scholar was confused when he received the proposition from the Holy Emperor for the first time?
Huang Jin also set his sights on Zhu Pingan at this moment. If he had high hopes for anyone this time, it was Zhu Pingan. It was Zhu Pingan who wrote the poem at the wine table last night. Let the Holy Father eat two more bowls of rice.
In fact, when he saw the little note from Emperor Jiajing, Zhu Ping'an's first reaction was the food poetry written by foodies he had seen in modern times. The joke he made last night was one that he had seen in modern times. One of the food-related poems I saw online. It is said that in modern times, when I saw these poems, I had a huge appetite. Even Lao Ganma would skip the instant noodles and eat more rice than when I first read China on the tip of my tongue.
But the only problem is, I don’t know if it’s acceptable in this day and age, and it’s for the most powerful person in the world.
"Why hasn't the No. 1 scholar written yet?" Huang Jin asked.
"Dare I ask Huang Gong, what are the restrictions on poetry?" Zhu Pingan did not answer, but asked Huang Jin a question.
"Nothing else, just appetizer." Huang Jin shook his head, and then added meaningfully: "No need to worry too much, just write whatever you want."
This is There is something in the words, but I like it. Zhu Pingan nodded slightly and had an idea. If he writes according to the routine, his literary talent is not as good as Yuan Wei, Li Chunfang, and Zhang Juzheng. And to be honest, I really don’t have much appetite for their poems. .
Think about it, Emperor Jiajing had a poor appetite and couldn't eat. The purpose was to whet his appetite. As for style and style, I asked anyway, and Huang Jin said there was no such thing. In addition, even if style is not good, it will only make a few laughs at most. It seems not bad to make Emperor Jiajing laugh twice.
Face?
Ahem, that thing is worth a lot of money, and it’s quite tiring to wear it.
After Zhu Pingan thought clearly, he raised the corners of his lips, picked up the brush with a sense of joking, and dipped the ink into the inkstone.
For a time, everyone focused their attention on Zhu Pingan's thick and dripping pen tip.
The pen is handsome and the writing is steady, but what do you mean when you stop on the paper and don't move? ! After everyone watched Zhu Pingan pick up the pen, dip it in ink, and put it down, they were waiting to see the poem written by Zhu Pingan. However, at this critical moment, they saw that Zhu Pingan put the pen on the paper and there was no more words, and he did not move. It's like the engine is out.
What, are you nervous and confused?
The embarrassment of a big task is only superficial. Yuan Wei looked at Zhu Ping'an with a more disdainful look.
"Ahem, I'm sorry to bother Mr. Huang, but I would like to ask what kind of food the imperial kitchen wants to feed His Majesty today, for fear of disturbing His Majesty's dietary arrangements."
Zhu Ping'an's The sound sounded about half a second after I put down the pen.
Hearing this, Zhang Juzheng couldn't help but look at Zhu Pingan twice. He was so thoughtful. Why didn't he think of this point that Zhu Pingan was considering!
Everyone else seemed to feel the same way.
"Your Majesty has been fasting and eating vegetarian food for a long time a few days ago. The imperial kitchen is thinking of making more meat to replenish the qi and blood of the Holy One."
Huang Jin looked at Zhu Ping'an with admiration. I am very satisfied with Ping An's carefulness. He can put himself in His Majesty's shoes and consider them instead of simply having the mentality of completing the task. Such ministers are the ones His Majesty appreciates.
Oh, eat more meat.
Zhu Ping'an nodded, and then the brush in his hand began to dance, writing in one go without adding any points:
No bamboo makes people vulgar, and no meat makes people thin.
Not vulgar but not thin, braised pork with bamboo shoots.
At first, everyone was shocked by Zhu Pingan's superb calligraphy. Zhu Pingan's calligraphy can be said to be the best in the Hanlin Academy. But when Zhu Pingan finished writing the poem, everyone was stunned. Uh, is this a limerick? But it is a bit more elegant than limericks. Zhu Ping'an's limerick is an adaptation of Su Shi's: It would be better to eat without meat than live without bamboo. No meat makes you thin, and no bamboo makes you vulgar. I took two lines from Su Shi's poem, but perfected them into a poem.
Regardless of the literary talent, reading this poem does make people have a strong urge to try this good and not thin braised pork with bamboo shoots. It is very strong.
However, in terms of literary excellence, Zhu Ping'an's poem cannot compare with Yuan Wei and Li Chunfang. Is this also called poetry? ! Yuan Wei and several others looked at Zhu Pingan with disdain after thinking about it for so long and writing such a poem.
"Actually, I love eating. Sometimes when reading ancient poems, I can't help but think of food, and then I try to make some interesting sentences. It's almost like this." Zhu Pingan said He smiled a little sheepishly, and then wrote for everyone to read:
My old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and traveled thousands of miles to buy fish heads!
The return date has not been announced, so braised eggplant Braised chicken.
Once upon a time, it was difficult to find water in the sea, so fish-flavored shredded pork with chicken legs.
It's hard to say goodbye when we meet. Don't put salt in the steamed crabs.
After Zhu Pingan wrote these few sentences, there was an uproar around him, accompanied by whispers such as nonsense, what the hell, etc. If Zhu Ping'an's poem could still be called a poem at the beginning, what he wrote later cannot be described as a poem at all. To call it a limerick would be an exaggeration.
Jun asked that the return date has not yet been announced, braised eggplant and oil-braised chicken. What are these? (End of this chapter)