Chapter 603 Whose Qing Ci (4)
The nineteen-eight-point moon is round, as bright as the bright eyes of the West, and the halo of the moon seems to be dimmed with all kinds of delicate charm, and the moonlight is like smoke and mist in the world. .
Yuan Wei stood in front of the table with his pen in hand, and the moonlight fell on him through the window. As if favored by the moonlight, a layer of moonlight was dimmed.
For a moment, I felt that Yuan Wei was a talented man who came out of ink landscape painting.
A humble gentleman, a jade tree facing the wind.
Pick up the pen
Dip three parts in moonlight and seven parts in ink.
When I put down the pen, like Chang'e flying to the moon, as graceful as a startled dragon, with lotus growing every step, a green poem appeared on the paper in an instant:
The Holy Emperor succeeded to the throne for thirty-one years, Ming Dynasty Order the common people to govern, and harmonize the people.
Fu Yi Xing Sha Ling Festival, the sky is clear, there are five-color clouds, embracing the brilliance of the sun, gorgeous and shining, just like attaining the Tao and rising to immortality for a long time, and it is so majestic as a tiger. I will devote my whole life to repaying the Mingjun; loyalty is fierce and never second-guessing. Invading the years, repaying the universe, the heroic spirit has not passed away, although dead, it is still alive, and can be famous in the world and serve in the heaven.
I pray for great kindness and kindness, and I only recommend purity and sincerity, and pray for blessings. I also pray that the light of the rosette in the treasure forest will spread the sound of the spring, turn the fire haze into a clear source, and that all will be saved. My spirit is limited, but my sorrow is endless.
After writing the last word "poor", Yuan Wei's mouth also opened into a smile, confident and confident.
When Yuan Wei was writing Qing Ci, everyone gathered around. When Yuan Wei started writing, everyone nodded and praised Yuan Wei for his good handwriting, excellent calligraphy, etc.; however, when When Yuan Wei finished writing, the room was quiet for a few seconds, except for the sound of Yuan Wei placing the brush on the pen holder.
Like a phoenix falling into the woods, all the birds were overwhelmed by her momentum and did not dare to speak.
After a few seconds, everyone recovered from Yuan Wei's Qingci.
"What a 'heroic soul has not passed away, but he is still alive even after death', what a 'spiritual spirit is limited, but the sorrow is endless'. The skill of Maozhong's Qingci is really shameful."
"Well,' These four words are truly unique. "
"It can be famous throughout the world and serve in heaven. Such a sentence should be regarded as a saint. I am so relieved. Mr. Yuan is truly a talented person in the Imperial Academy.”
“As soon as this article came out, people couldn’t help but believe that today’s young people are really amazing.”
“Yangtze River. The waves behind push the waves ahead, and the new generation is better than the old. This time, I think it must be the House of Hua Luo Maozhong.”
In the watch house, the voices of praise were endless, and Yuan Wei was completely overwhelmed by the praise. Listening to the praises of adults who were more powerful than himself, Yuan Wei felt as if he had drunk a pound of soju, and his heart was drunk.
"Well, Yuan Maozhong, you said your writing is average. If your writing is average, then we won't be able to use it." An official who was familiar with Yuan Wei came forward. He pushed Yuan Wei with his arm and praised with an accusing tone.
"No way, no way"
Yuan Wei smiled and waved his hands repeatedly, his face was very humble, and he didn't seem to be complacent at all because of everyone's praise.
"Maozhong, the writing is good." Yan Song smiled, patted Yuan Wei on the shoulder, and praised Yuan Wei's Qingci.
Yan Song just smiled and nodded gently at the few Qing Ci poems he wrote just now. Only Yuan Wei's Qing Ci poem was praised by Yan Song.
"The elder has promoted the lower official, and the lower official is ashamed."
Yuan Wei looked flattered, and bowed to Yan Song respectfully, bending down very much. He had practiced jujitsu with him. Similar.
A unique honor.
Yuan Wei was very proud of Yan Song's praise. When he stood up, the joy on his face was beyond words.
After Yuan Wei, others published Qing Ci one after another.
With the announcement of everyone's Qingci, the atmosphere in the watch house became more and more heated, and there was no sign that people were still in the dead of night.
Xu Jie is a good old man. Although no one mentions his Qing Ci, whenever someone announces their Qing Ci, he looks at their Qing Ci with admiration and criticizes their Qing Ci. Content, a few comments, and never hesitated to praise him.
Of course, most of the time, Xu Jie stood beside Yan Song, chiming in from time to time when Yan Song made comments. Seeing Xu Jie being so understanding, in most cases, Yan Song would respond with a gentle smile and a nod, looking harmonious. The relationship between the two had long since ceased to be a fight and had opened a new chapter.
Indeed, in the past few months, Xu Jie has been visiting frequently, and he has always been empty-handed. He always lowers his profile in front of Yan Song, has different political views, and does not argue with Yan Song. He always follows Yan Song's lead. Yan Song's son Yan Shifan taunted Xu Jie who came to visit him, but Xu Jie was not angry and greeted him with a smile. He also wanted to marry his niece to Yan Shifan as his concubine.
After entering the cabinet, Xu Jie was even more respectful to Yan Song and had no intention of competing with him. Yan Song's position in the cabinet was even more stable.
Over time, Yan Song gradually relaxed his guard against Xu Jie.
The two of them were in harmony, and the atmosphere in the house was getting better and better. Every poem was published, and there were waves of praise.
Amidst the praise, the owner of Qing Ci is even more confident, especially Yuan Wei, who is even more confident after seeing everyone's Qing Ci.
Ta-ta-ta
A burst of soft footsteps sounded outside the duty house.
"The Holy Attendant is here."
After an official discovered it, he informed everyone, and soon all the ministers noticed it, and they all turned their attention to the door.
The significance of the Holy Lord's servant coming at this time is self-evident.
Sure enough
A gorgeously dressed little eunuch led several little eunuchs in, respectfully holding a folded bright yellow note in his hands.
Seeing the note is like seeing the Holy One.
Under the leadership of Yan Song, the ministers on duty in the house stood up and saluted the note in the little eunuch's hand.
After the attendant who passed the note left, the note fell into the hands of Old Yan Song and Yan Ge. Everyone looked at the note with burning eyes without blinking.
The servant just said that the Holy Master was overjoyed after reading Qing's poem.
Therefore, everyone is eyeing this note from the Holy One, hoping that this honor will fall on their heads.
Seeing everyone looking at the note in his hand eagerly, Yan Song smiled "haha", handed the note in his hand to Yuan Wei who stretched his neck, and said with a smile, "Then There is Lao Maozhong, please read it to us."
"Ah, my official."
Looking at the note in his hand, Yuan Wei's face flushed with excitement, and he wanted to say something. Some words of humility.
"Read it quickly, Lord Yuan."
"Maozhong, read quickly, don't waste time."
Under the urging of everyone, Yuan Wei slowly opened the note in his hand, and lowered his eyes excitedly and expectantly.
Uh.
With just one glance, Yuan Wei's face turned from red to white, the hand holding the note was trembling, the corners of his mouth were twitching, and his eyes were wide open.
“What’s going on?”
"So excited? Hey, it seems that Yuan Wei is undoubtedly the one that the Holy One prefers. Look at how excited he is."
"Why don't you know how to read? You should read."
" Maozhong, read it.”
Everyone urged.
"Forget it, let me read it." An official with a quick temper took the note from Yuan Wei's hand.
Everyone also looked at him expectantly.
This anxious official opened the note and was about to read it. Then he opened his mouth as if he was choking. He made a sound, his eyes widened, he rubbed it, and took another look. Wuzi was a little surprised and looked at Xu Jie in disbelief.
Then under the expectant eyes of everyone, he coughed and read out slowly, "If you don't sing, you will be a blockbuster. Xu Jie is determined."
"Congratulations, Mr. Xu." After the official finished reading, he raised his hands and thanked Xu Jie.
Isn’t it?
It turned out to be Xu Jie?
The one the Holy One favors is actually Xu Jie?
Everyone was shocked and looked at Xu Jie dumbfounded, and then they all expressed their congratulations to Xu Jie.
In addition to congratulations, I am even more curious about how Xu Jie's Qing Ci is so outstanding that it has received such praise from the Holy Emperor.
Finally, under the curious eyes of everyone, Xu Jie’s Qing Ci appeared in front of everyone.
"Transform the tiger into a dragon!"
"Transform the tiger into a dragon and return to heaven"
"Master Xu actually thought of transforming the tiger into a dragon and return to heaven"
Everyone watched After reading Xu Jieqing's poems, I was amazed by the sentence "turning a tiger into a dragon" in Xu Jieqing's poems.
It is also because of this sentence that makes Xu Jie's Qingci unique and stand out.
Everyone expressed their condolences.
Even Yuan Wei is still alive despite death.
Death, death, death.
Only Xu Jie was different, contrary to the tradition that everyone mourned when offering sacrifices, he sang a high-spirited and inspirational hymn.
The whole text does not mention a word of death.
General Huwei is not dead. He just turned a tiger into a dragon and returned to heaven. Why be sad? He is happy.
In addition, there is another hidden meaning.
It is said that when a person attains the Dao, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven, and even a cat beside the emperor ascends to heaven, isn’t it destined that the emperor attains the Dao and become an immortal?
"Xu is really ashamed of the praise from all the ministers. There is only this sentence in the whole Qing Ci, which was not written by Xu."
Listening to the praise from everyone, Xu Jie smiled and shook his head, and drew a horizontal line under "Transform tiger into dragon" with a brush.
"Ah?"
"Who is so spiritual?"
When everyone heard this, they were dumbfounded and surprised.
"My student, Zhu Zihou." Xu Jie said slowly amidst everyone's surprise.
“Huh? It’s him!”
"Zhu Ping'an, the number one scholar? He can also write Qing Ci?"
Everyone was even more surprised and unbelievable. This Qing Ci is not just an essay, it is much more difficult than the Four Books, Five Classics and Eight-Part Essay. They didn't expect that Zhu Ping An can actually write Qing Ci and is so spiritual. Doesn't that mean that before long, there will be an extra seat in the hotel?
Zhu Pingan, it turned out to be Zhu Pingan. Yuan Wei clenched his palms tightly, his face gloomy and scary.
Yan Song touched his beard and nodded, then smiled and said to Xu Jie, "Haha, this sentence is indeed the finishing touch, but if there is no dragon, where would the finishing touch come from? Mr. Xu, yours Qingci is getting better and better. Let’s talk to each other if we have time.”
“I’m glad that I have a lot of questions to ask you.” Xu Jie leaned over and smiled. (End of chapter)