Chapter 978: Ginger is still hotter than old
The moment Zhu Pingan stopped writing, the whole room seemed to have been cast a silent spell by the great mage. There was silence all around, except for the sound of heavy breathing.
Everyone is a discerning person.
This poem written by Zhu Ping'an in one stroke contains more than 200 words, each word is precious, and together they are as bright as the Milky Way.
The Imperial Map is 40,000 miles away. Since ancient times, there has never been a time when one dynasty unified the 40,000 miles away, and the Tao and the Heavenly Lord are immeasurable;
The emperor's life span is forty-five years. From now on, there are still nine thousand nine hundred and fifty-five years left, and he is born to have a long life.
The two parallel sentences at the beginning alone make this Qingci invincible. The first sentence praises Emperor Jiajing's civil and military achievements, saying that the vast territory that Emperor Jiajing ruled has never been seen since ancient times, and he is worthy of being an infinite deity. The second sentence is just right to scratch the itch of Emperor Jiajing. Why did Emperor Jiajing practice immortality, refine elixirs, and hold fasts? Isn’t it immortality? Zhu Pingan said that Emperor Jiajing is forty-five this year, and there will be nine thousand and nine in the future. One hundred and fifty-five years of Yangshou is equivalent to ten thousand years of life.
Isn’t this what Emperor Jiajing pursues is the infinite deity and boundless longevity? !
In addition, not a single word of the more than 100 words behind the Qing Ci "Fu Yi Sheng Zhen Pi Mao, and everything is explained" is nonsense. They all praise Emperor Jiajing for loving the people like a son, taking care of everything, and bringing Jiajing to the forefront. Emperor description An emperor who rules forty thousand miles, but is touched by rain and dew, and loves the people of every inch of the land deeply; an emperor who has a life span of ten thousand years, but manages all kinds of things every day, and serves the empire and the people of this empire every second.
Of course, Zhu Pingan is flattering, but no one despises Zhu Pingan for this. After all, who is not flattering when he writes Qing Ci for Emperor Jiajing? In comparison, Zhu Pingan’s poem is considered It's subtle and elegant.
Writing Qing Ci is just flattering, and it depends on how good you are at it. This has long been a tacit consensus among everyone.
I have to say that Zhu Pingan’s flattery is really amazing!
It’s strange that this flattery didn’t impress Emperor Jiajing! ! ! After reading Qing Ci, everyone had such an idea in their hearts. As soon as this Qingci came out, Emperor Jiajing's favorite Qingci would probably become two.
"Zihou, you are worthy of being the top talent."
Li Chunfang's compliment broke the silence in the room, and then everyone started to comment.
Yuan Wei's face turned green.
I obviously hate this little thief, but why do I feel that the poems written by this little thief are so wonderful at this moment!
Damn it!
The Qingci written by this hateful little thief actually resonated in his heart. After discovering this problem, Yuan Wei's face became even smellier and greener.
After the tea time, the room became quiet again, and everyone was once again immersed in the ocean of Qing Ci's creation.
Yuan Wei was even more determined to become stronger, and vowed in his heart that he would create a Qingci poem that surpassed Zhu Pingan's.
It’s just that
until the willow shoots above the moon, Yuan Wei could not conceive another Qingci that satisfied him, so the number of Qingci submitted was fixed at Two Qing Ci poems were written.
After Zhu Pingan finished writing the poem, he stopped writing it. On his face, he looked like he was contemplating it, but his brain was already busy with other things.
When I was young, the Qingci that everyone contributed finally met the requirements of the Zhaijiao. Since it was too late, everyone rested in Wuyi Hall.
Zhu Pingan slept another night in the small room of Wuyi Hall.
The dark room, the narrow bed, creaked when turning over, and mosquitoes buzzed diligently in his ears
Zhu Ping'an lay on the hard little bed, looking at the dark On the roof, holding a quilt that had no warmth or feel and even a slight musty smell, I couldn't help but miss the big bed in Jingxiang Garden and the fragrant Li Shu.
Tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, it took a long time to fall asleep.
Early the next morning, Zhu Pingan woke up early, got dressed, and went out to wash up. This row of low duty huts is not only uncomfortable to sleep in, but also inconvenient to wash up. You have to go to the public toilets to bathe, and you get up late, and you can't wait in line for a long time.
After washing up and having breakfast, several young father-in-laws brought the decree of Emperor Jiajing and rewarded Zhu Ping'an with a fragrant leaf crown, a set of apricot-yellow robes embroidered with Bagua, and a pair of ten-square blue silk shoes.
The fragrant leaf crowns were all made by Emperor Jiajing himself, and they were generally not easily awarded to ministers. No more than five fragrant leaf crowns were awarded each year. Only when the Jiajing Emperor is very, very, very satisfied with his poems can he be awarded the fragrant leaf crown.
Winning the fragrant leaf crown is a rare honor.
Although other courtiers in the room also received rewards, such as Yuan Wei, who was given a set of apricot-yellow Taoist robes embroidered with eight trigrams, these rewards were all standard, and their significance and value were far less than those of others. The fragrant leaf crown made by Emperor Jiajing himself.
Yuan Wei, who was waiting for the order together, looked at Zhu Ping'an being awarded the fragrant leaf crown, and his eyes turned red, like a rabbit suffering from pinkeye.
However, Zhu Ping'an was not the only minister to receive the fragrant leaf crown today.
Xu Jie, Zhu Ping'an's disciple, was also given a fragrant leaf crown, a set of apricot-yellow Taoist robes embroidered with Bagua, and a pair of ten-square blue silk shoes. In addition, Xu Jie also received a special reward from Emperor Jiajing and was given an elixir.
After hearing that Xu Jie not only received the fragrant leaf crown, but also received the elixir refined by Emperor Jiajing himself, Yuan Wei felt a little better. The reason is very simple. Zhu Ping'an's limelight was Pressed one end. But after seeing that Zhu Pingan was not affected at all, Yuan Wei's mood became worse again.
As long as the privacy of the royal family is not involved, the palace is very well-informed. Xu Jie's Qingci quickly spread to everyone:
Shi Ben was originally a great man, and he said "Long Live the Mountain" call.
One goes straight across the universe, and the other two fly diagonally across the world.
Add officials, Lu, and titles, establish outlines and disciplines, and establish imperial plans.
The owner has eternal blessings, the moon is shining and the sky is shining on the five lakes.
At first, everyone didn’t think much of Xu Jie’s Qing Ci. They thought it was an ordinary Qing Ci, and even had a bit of a limerick in it. Everyone didn’t understand Xu Ge’s Qing Ci. How could Lao create such an ordinary Qingci, and why would the Holy One favor such an ordinary and scummy Qingci?
As everyone studied, the mystery was gradually discovered.
"This is a Qingci poem with split characters."
Everyone couldn't help but exclaimed.
The reign title of the current sage is "Jiajing", and Xu Jie's poem "Jiajing" disassembles the word "Jiajing" one by one according to the order of strokes, and writes them one by one. Praise it, and the praise is so profound and natural that it can be said to be perfect.
After discovering this mystery, everyone looked back at Xu Jie's Qingci. They suddenly realized that Xu Jie's work was so brilliant that it was so flattering that it was so unmatched. No wonder the Holy One rewarded the incense again. Ye Guan is also a reward elixir.
Ginger is still spicy.
Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips when he saw Master Xu Jie's most flattering poem. (End of this chapter)