Chapter 876 Goodness
In the hazy night, Huang Jin returned from the Supreme Goodness Palace and walked into the palace where Emperor Jiajing practiced immortality and alchemy. When Emperor Jiajing was fasting, he spent most of his time in this alchemy palace, taking newly refined elixirs to fasten his grains.
As soon as you enter the palace, it's like entering a furnace.
Although the temperature outside the palace has gradually cooled down as the sun sets and the evening breeze picks up, the temperature inside the palace remains high.
The burning incense, the lit candles, and the seven-colored flames in the alchemy furnace all release heat.
Huang Jin has long been accustomed to this temperature.
In the middle of the hall, in front of the Erlong Xizhu alchemy furnace, which is as tall as one person, stands a purple trembling wooden desk. Behind the desk stands a handsome middle-aged man wearing a blue robe. The robe is very low-key. , sewn with black thread instead of gold thread, unruly and open-minded, with only a small part of the hair tied up with a dragon-head hairpin, and most of it hanging loose.
The whole person looks very unruly and handsome.
This man is none other than Emperor Jiajing, the master of the Ming Dynasty.
When Huang Jin came in, Emperor Jiajing was standing in front of the writing desk, splashing ink with brush and ink, and his words were as unruly as the person himself.
"Your Majesty."
Huang Jin bowed down respectfully and softly greeted Emperor Jiajing.
Emperor Jiajing remained motionless and waved his left hand slightly to signal Huang Jin not to disturb him. He continued to splash ink with his right hand and waited until the last stroke was finished. After appreciating the written words, he raised his hand. I started looking at Huang Jin.
"Your Majesty."
Huang Jin bowed down respectfully to say hello again.
"Well, I'm back. How about coming here and taking a look at my handwriting?" Emperor Jiajing nodded and waved.
Huang Jin came forward with his waist bent and looked at the book case.
On the desk, there are eight words written by Emperor Jiajing: "Thunder, rain, and dew are all your kindness."
" According to Lao Nu, the words of the Holy Master are becoming more and more fairy-like. One stroke down, it looks like a god flying in the clouds and riding on the mist. He comes and goes without a trace, without restraint, and seems to be shapeless and invisible. But it also accepts the universe and comes from the void Nothingness, and returning to the emptiness, every bit, every stroke, every stroke, all contains the spiritual energy of heaven and earth."
Huang Jin bowed while carefully looking at the words written by Emperor Jiajing, Said it very seriously.
Great wisdom seems like foolishness, great skill seems like clumsiness, great sound is like sound, and elephant is invisible. This is Laozi's description of the highest state of "Tao".
Huang Jin’s comment on Emperor Jiajing’s calligraphy starts from the point of “the elephant is invisible”. The words reflect the Tao, which seems to be talking about the words, but in fact it means that Emperor Jiajing’s Taoist practice became more and more important. Unfathomable, getting closer and closer to becoming an immortal.
Huang Jin has been with Emperor Jiajing for decades. Huang Jin naturally knows what kind of words Emperor Jiajing likes to hear.
"Huang Ban, you have been led astray by Weizhong. The older you get, the more dishonest you become." Emperor Jiajing shook his head and cursed with a smile.
The "Weizhong" mentioned by Emperor Jiajing refers to Yan Song, and Yan Song's character is "Weizhong".
"The slave is stupid and can only tell the truth." Huang Jin was scolded, but it seemed as if he was being praised.
Emperor Jiajing smiled slightly and shook his head. Without saying anything else, he put the brush in his hand into clean water and shook it gently. After washing the ink, he lifted the brush out of the water and used absorbent paper to absorb the remaining water. , hanging the brush on the pen holder.
After doing this, Emperor Jiajing looked at Huang Jin and asked, "How is the situation ahead?"
"Go back to the Holy One. The old slave followed the instructions and asked the people in the imperial dining room to be there. When serving the food to the three adults, they all put their chopsticks down on the table." When Huang Jin replied, he couldn't help but smile when he thought of the scene when the food was being served.
When setting the meal, Zhu Pingan and the others were not given chopsticks. This was what Emperor Jiajing told Huang Jin to do.
If you are an ordinary person, you invite someone to dinner, and the food is very rich, including big fish and meat. But if you don’t give them chopsticks, doesn’t it seem unkind, as if you are looking for trouble? This is a small boat of friendship. It’s not like I just turned it over.
I’m not the third brother from India. If you don’t give me chopsticks, how will I eat?
But
Emperor Jiajing is obviously not an ordinary person. He is the most powerful person in the Ming Dynasty and has many things to do. Naturally, he will not be idle looking for trouble.
It seems that a pair of chopsticks were forgotten at the banquet, but in fact this was a test by Emperor Jiajing on Yang Guoliang, Zhang Juzheng and Zhu Pingan.
A test that concerns their future.
In the past few days, Emperor Jiajing has successively asked Yang Guoliang, Zhu Ping'an, and Zhang Juzheng to give lectures to King Yu and King Jing. He indeed has some intention of observing and comparing, and plans to hire another lecturer for the two princes to strengthen their study. educate.
However, the candidate has not yet been determined, which does not mean that it must be among Yang Guoliang, Zhu Pingan, and Zhang Juzheng. Choosing a teacher for the prince is a very serious and important matter. According to Emperor Jiajing's plan, some officials and scholars would be ordered to give lectures to the two princes during these days.
Observe and test for a period of time, and then choose the best teacher.
However, Concubine Lu Jing and Concubine Du Kang have been running to Emperor Jiajing in the past two days. The waves of wind blowing on the pillow have affected Emperor Jiajing's practice. Moreover, the couple has hundreds of people in one day. Rien, Emperor Jiajing was not a hard-hearted person either.
In addition, Yang Guoliang's classics is still very good. Zhang Juzheng has been observing it for several years, and Zhu Pingan has also been observing it for a while.
So, Emperor Jiajing was going to choose a prince lecturer from among the three of them today.
What determines the fate of the three of them is today's royal meal.
The test question is this pair of forgotten chopsticks.
"Well, what next." Emperor Jiajing flicked his sleeves, sat on the dragon chair, and asked with squinted eyes.
"After the imperial meal was served in the imperial dining room, Master Yang Guoliang found that there were no chopsticks. He hesitated for a moment, but did not say anything. Then he sat upright without touching a plate of food. He just poured himself a cup of tea, and after drinking it, he I poured myself a cup of tea. When the old slave came, Mr. Yang had already drank almost a pot of tea. Haha." Huang Jin couldn't help but laugh when describing Yang Guoliang's reaction.
"Haha, I am too conservative and not enterprising enough to be a teacher for the prince." Emperor Jiajing smiled slightly and shook his head.
"Zhang Juzheng, Master Zhang, found that there were no chopsticks, so he called the waiter and asked him to get a pair of chopsticks." Huang Jin continued.
After hearing that Zhang Juzheng took the initiative to ask the waiter for a pair of chopsticks, the smile on Emperor Jiajing's face gradually faded, and his eyes fell on the words he had just written on the table.
Thunder, rain and dew are all your kindness.
It seems that Zhang Juzheng still doesn't understand this sentence. It seems that it will take a few years of hard work before it can be reused.
What I give you is yours. If I don’t give it to you, you can’t ask for it.
I give you the royal meal
You still want it.
What if the young Geer and Zhener give me food?
"Ge'er, Zhen'er is young, and Zhang Qing is not a good teacher." Emperor Jiajing said lightly, and then asked, "How is Xiao Zhu?"
"Haha, Mr. Xiao Zhu just came up. After finishing the dishes, I can’t wait He reached out and grabbed a piece of mutton rib meat. Not to mention how delicious it was. In the blink of an eye, Mr. Xiao Zhu gnawed two pieces of mutton rib meat. As the old slave watched from behind the screen, his mouth was watering. Huang Jin replied with a smile.
"Haha, good."
When Emperor Jiajing heard this, he was very happy and said the word "good" with a smile. (End of this chapter)