Chapter 86 Supporting the Jade Dragon to die for the king [4k big chapter]
"Join the army? Are you trying to make me laugh? Such Confucian and Taoist geniuses should be in our official department!"
"Old man, Zeng Liangjiang is quite capable of solving cases, and he will be able to fully display his talents and knowledge in our Criminal Department."
"Haha, Sun Shangshu's words are too narrow, which makes people laugh. Since ancient times, who has a quick mind and is not good at solving cases? I feel that the Ministry of Rites is the place where Quan Fu can display his talents..."
"…………"
As these sounds rise and fall.
The fourth prince Wang Yuanhao suddenly rolled his eyes.
The feminine face glanced at the little fat prince with evil intentions.
Then he stood up with a serious face, put away his laziness, and saluted Emperor Jianhong with a serious look:
"Father, once Anmin had a strong character and a lot of talent and learning, it is indeed too much to be the prince's attendant. It is better to give him an official status and contribute to our Great Holy Dynasty as soon as possible."
As soon as these words came out.
The ministers were quiet for a moment.
"The fourth prince's words are agreed with by all ministers."
Afterwards, the debate among the ministers became particularly fierce.
Some even yelled at each other and exposed each other's shortcomings.
There is a lot of haggling in the vegetable market.
Hearing these voices, the little fat prince became anxious.
Those clear eyes immediately became urgent.
He first glared at the fourth prince, but the fourth prince looked at the ministers with a smile and did not pay attention to him.
The prince couldn't help but look at the ministers. He wanted to open his mouth to refute, but he was afraid of offending someone.
For a while, I could only stay in place and worry.
After all, he had only been the prince for two years, and he was still a little less qualified than these ministers who had been in the court for a long time.
So...
He could only look at Zeng Anmin eagerly, like a baby waiting to be fed looking at his old father.
……
The fierce quarrel among the ministers made Emperor Jianhong look a little gloomy.
As an emperor, how could he not know the thoughts of these ministers?
He just kept an expressionless face and said nothing.
Zeng Anmin's eyes were a little confused.
He looked up at the ministers.
It felt ridiculous in my heart.
Am I...so popular? ?
Then he blinked and looked at his father.
Seeing his father's narrowed eyes, Zeng Anmin suddenly woke up.
Damn, I was almost confused by these people.
Do you really think you are a hot cake?
The battle in the court is all about power.
As a courtier, it is only right to win over people's hearts and build momentum for yourself.
Do they really value their own talents?
Yes and no.
Being talented is important.
But if you are talented and have a towering tree leaning against you, then in the eyes of the officials, you are the so-called dragon and phoenix among men.
And my father is the newly promoted Minister of War, Bachelor of Wuyingdian, and Cabinet Minister.
This is their real goal!
As the only son of his father, no matter which department he enters, the leader of that department will definitely welcome him with both hands.
Obviously, what Zeng Anmin could think of, Emperor Jianhong could naturally think of.
He glanced around lightly.
His majestic eyes were sharp.
All ministers who came into contact with his gaze lowered their heads subconsciously.
The originally passionate scene gradually became quiet.
The atmosphere in the East Palace was a little solemn for a while.
"Hmph."
Jianhong snorted coldly, his aura fully activated:
"All the ministers are important ministers of the court, how can they be like a shrew in the market?"
Well.
Everyone lowered their heads and thought.
Seeing that the ministers did not answer, Jianhong's expression improved slightly, and then he turned his attention to Zeng Anmin.
A rare smile appeared on his face and he asked:
"How did you feel when you were in the formation just now?"
Zeng Anmin felt Jianhong's gentle voice, and a strange feeling arose in his heart.
When he first met Emperor Jianhong, he and his father were charged with serious crimes and their lives were in danger.
Jianhong didn't look good on him that day.
But today, my performance as a "loyal minister of the country" can be said to be extremely beautiful.
He kept his voice steady, saluted and replied without being humble or arrogant:
"Your Majesty, it feels... like a nightmare."
After speaking, he pursed his lips and sounded like he was relieved:
"But fortunately it's a dream."
The image of a minister who cares about the country and the people emerges vividly on the page.
"Haha."
His answer felt quite honest.
Emperor Jianhong and all the ministers laughed lightly.
"In the phantom formation, King Qing ordered you to write a poem. Why did you laugh?"
Emperor Jianhong's face looked friendly.
But it also incorporates a sense of superior distance.
Zeng Anmin looked serious and slowly raised his extremely handsome face, his eyes full of pride:
"Your Majesty, although Anmin's status is despicable, Prince Qing in the illusion formation is just a rebel. How can he be worthy of Anmin's advice?"
After he finished speaking, the afterglow of the setting sun just fell on him.
Against the backdrop of the sunlight, the young man's body shone with light that eclipsed the entire world.
As soon as these words came out, countless officials behind Jianhong were in a trance.
They seemed to see themselves in the arrogant young man in front of them.
He also wears the sword of talent and wants to be famous in the world.
I was no worse than him back then.
The prince was so excited that his whole body was trembling. Under the loose dragon robe, his fists were clenched tightly, and he looked at Zeng Anmin with unparalleled emotion in his eyes.
Only Zeng Shilin was expressionless, pursed his lips, and said nothing.
Emperor Jianhong chuckled and looked at Zeng Anmin with a hint of interest:
"Oh? So you already have a masterpiece?"
"This..."
Zeng Anmin was stunned for a moment.
Unexpectedly, Emperor Jianhong's thinking was so skewed and he could attack from unexpected angles.
Sure enough, as soon as Emperor Jianhong said this.
The eyes of the officials behind him all lit up.
Looked at Zeng Anmin expectantly.
The current Minister of Dali Temple gently stroked his beard and said with emotion:
"Yes, even if I see such a scene, I can't help but feel excited. I once had a poem about Liangjiang that moved Jiangnan, so I must have already made up my mind!"
"Well, I also want to hear it."
Seeing Zeng Anmin hesitate, King Qi flashed a cold look in his eyes and looked at Zeng Anmin condescendingly:
"What? Your Majesty asked you to write a poem, but you don't want to?"
This muscular man is...
Zeng Anmin frowned and looked at King Qi's nearly ten-foot-long body.
He clearly felt a sense of hostility from this man.
He looked at his father with incomprehensible eyes, wanting to know some tips.
As a result, he saw his father's expectant eyes.
It can be seen that my father has great trust in his poetic talent.
After just thinking for a moment, Zeng Anmin understood what his father meant.
His performance today has left a good impression on him in the hearts of the ministers and His Majesty.
The reason why Emperor Jianhong wanted to hear himself compose poetry was just out of interest.
Naturally, if you can do well, His Majesty will take a higher look at you.
If you don't do it well, it won't affect anything.
Thinking of this, Zeng Anmin no longer hesitated, his eyes were steady:
"Anmin does have some thoughts in his mind. If he doesn't do well... I hope your majesty won't blame him."
"No problem!"
Emperor Jianhong chuckled lightly, turned to the ministers, and said in a long voice:
"Young people should be more energetic."
This is incomprehensible.
But Zeng Anmin heard encouragement from it.
"It would be a shame to calm the people."
Zeng Anmin smiled shyly.
He said this, but his actions were generous, saluting the ministers and Jianhong:
"If you don't do it well, please treat it as a joke."
"Haha, we are all ears." Hearing Zeng Anmin's self-effacing voice, all the officials smiled kindly.
Then she looked at him quietly.
In the courtyard of the East Palace, dozens of pairs of eyes were located on his body.
"Pa ta ~" took a step forward.
Zeng Anmin started pacing in place pretending.
Suddenly, he stopped and slowly raised his head.
Seeing his actions, all the officials held their breaths and looked forward in anticipation.
Zeng Anmin's expression became solemn, and he slowly looked towards the horizon.
The first sentence was read in a faint voice:
"Dark clouds are pressing down on the city, and the armor's light is shining towards the sun's golden scales."
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The ministers just looked at each other in a daze.
As the top group of people in the Great Holy Dynasty.
Except for King Qi and a few warriors, the rest were all well-educated scholars.
You can tell whether a poem is good or bad by just listening to one sentence.
The beginning of this sentence instantly depicts the depressing situation on the battlefield.
The word "pressure".
It vividly reveals the large number of enemy troops, the ferocity of the attack, the disparity in strength between the two warring parties, the difficult situation of the defenders, etc.
It is very consistent with the scene in the illusory formation just now, where the enemy troops are pressing in the city.
The scene was extremely quiet.
Dozens of people in the yard.
Zeng Anmin was the only one moving.
"Click."
He took the second step.
Everyone's eyes followed his figure.
"The sound of the trumpet fills the autumn sky, and the night is purple with swallow's fat."
Stuff it? ?
Frontier poetry? ?
The eyes of the civil servants were all strange.
Dad was also stunned.
Then a smile flashed in his eyes, and the eldest son's eyes were filled with relief.
What a boy, so smart!
At first glance, the meaning of this poem is to describe the brutal killing of the enemy by the soldiers at the frontier.
It seems that it is two different scenes from the fantasy that Zeng Anbian experienced just now.
But this is precisely the best part of this poem.
In other words, this is the most clever thing about Zeng Anmin.
What did you experience in the illusion formation just now?
It was the scene of rebels entering the imperial city.
The Imperial City is the face of the Great Holy Dynasty and also the face of His Majesty.
The two words "fortress" determine the tone of this poem as a frontier fortress poem.
But it greatly saved His Majesty’s face! !
Sure enough, after hearing the second sentence.
Emperor Jianhong's face was slightly startled, and then his smile rose.
His left hand subconsciously raised his beard.
There seems to be a hint of... doting in Zeng Anmin's eyes!
Zeng Anmin was quiet for a while and took two steps in a row.
He raised his head and looked at the crowd.
Feeling the extremely friendly eyes of Emperor Jianhong, he breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that I chose the right poem.
"The half-rolled red flag is near the Yishui River, and the frost is heavy and the drums are cold but the sound cannot be heard."
After that, there was no stopping at all.
"Pa da~" He took two more steps and suddenly looked up at Emperor Jianhong who was standing there.
The voice is extremely high:
"Report your favor on the golden stage, support the Jade Dragon and die for you!!"
Uh-huh!
The breathing of everyone present was stagnant.
Originally it was just an excellent poem about killing enemies at the frontier.
As the last sentence came out, it instantly became a patriotic poem about loyalty to the emperor, patriotism, and determination to serve the court! !
After a brief silence.
The sound of laughter sounded:
"Hahahaha!! Okay! Okay! Okay!!"
It was rare for Emperor Jianhong to be so happy, and it was extremely rare that he said the word "good" three times in a row.
Jianhong's laughter rang out.
All the officials were also shocked.
Then he looked at Zeng Anmin in disbelief.
No, the kid in front of me is really only sixteen years old?
They are all human beings, even if they just didn't understand why this guy wrote the poem as a frontier poem.
Now looking at Emperor Jianhong's extremely exaggerated laughter, how could he not react? ?
Especially the last sentence, the frontier fortress poem is very cleverly transformed into loyalty to the emperor and patriotism...
It's exactly the same as his performance in the illusion array!
This kid!
sharp! !
What's more...
"What a poem!! Famous piece of writing through the ages! It will be remembered for eternity!!"
Those who understand poetry are even more excited at this time, looking at Zeng Anmin with admiration.
This poem alone expresses all the aspirations of the feudal officials! !
Zeng Anmin looked at everyone, with a humble smile on his face, and quickly replied:
"Excuse me, just doodle casually, I hope you won't take it too seriously."
The prince was so happy that he almost fainted.
His chubby body was shaking as if he had Parkinson's disease.
Those round eyes stared at Zeng Anmin, wishing that he could just step forward and hug him.
Let’s follow Taizu’s example:
"Having power and assistance in this palace is like a fish in water!!!"
But, he doesn't dare yet.
"Now that I have passed the examination, I will study with the prince, supervise the prince, and encourage him together."
Emperor Jianhong looked at Zeng Anmin with comfort in his voice.
Zeng Anmin was about to salute and receive the order.
But I heard a voice called "Your Majesty, I have something to say."
This sound attracted everyone's attention.
Zeng Anmin was stunned and looked towards the field.
The person who spoke was his father, Zeng Shilin.
Dad, you are...
"Oh? What does Zeng Aiqing want to say?" Jianhong was rarely happy, looking at Zeng Shilin with a smile.
The father had a serious face and saluted Jianhong with a calm voice:
"Your Majesty, the issue of Quanzi being appointed as the Prince's Attendant remains to be considered."
As soon as these words came out, Jianhong, who was originally smiling, frowned.
He looked at Zeng Shilin calmly and asked:
"What?"
The father took a deep breath, glanced at King Qi in the field, and then leaned down:
"When the dog examines the phantom formation, today is not the day."
The voice was calm, with a hint of murderous intent.
As soon as these words came out, the whole place was silent for a moment.
The magic array is activated, just as the prince said just now.
Is it a coincidence?
Was it an accident by King Qi's son, or was he doing it on purpose? ?
Real coincidence or fake coincidence?
The eyes of all the officials were solemn.
For a moment, everyone's eyes fell on the still unconscious Wang Qianzhi in the field.
Zeng Anmin secretly gave his father a thumbs up.
As expected of my dad, awesome!
No, I have to give you an assist.
Zeng Anmin looked angry.
He bowed deeply to Emperor Jianhong and said:
"I am not feeling well. I am afraid that I will let down His Majesty's good intentions by serving as a minister. I would like to ask Your Majesty to take back my appointment!!"
The meaning of this statement is obvious.
Become an attendant? No! I refuse.
I want to live a few more years.
Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, Emperor Jianhong's face instantly darkened.
He looked unkindly at the unconscious Wang Qianzhi.
(End of chapter)