Chapter 163 Zhao Duan’s Manuscript
“Everyone,” the old man in a red university robe knocked on the table to attract everyone’s attention and said:
"Your Majesty is busy with many things, and it is already noon. Today's political discussions have come to an end.
Tomorrow, we have to deal with government affairs in the museum. As for the new policy... we are not in a hurry and will leave today's proposal on the table. Your Majesty and I will look at it carefully later. "
After the words fell, the young scholars were shocked to realize that so much time had passed and it was already noon in the blink of an eye.
My mouth suddenly feels dry and my stomach is hungry.
Although there were still some unfinished thoughts, Grand Master Dong had already spoken, so naturally they all stood up to see them off:
"Best farewell to Your Majesty."
At the same time, one by one, they placed the thick memorials they had prepared on the table.
It can be seen that although it is mainly Korean porridge that is in the limelight today, these scholars all have their own ideas.
"No need to be too polite. From now on, you will have to worry about important matters for the family and the country." Xu Zhenguan stood up and nodded slightly.
Throughout the morning, she was almost a showpiece and made no comments.
Because as an emperor, any action will be infinitely magnified.
Her arrival today is not meant to make a decision, but has a greater symbolic meaning.
"I must be Your Majesty, and I will be devastated by Dayu." The scholars said in unison.
corner.
Zhao Duan, who was deep in thought, was awakened by the shouts of this group of people, and then he came back to his senses.
I was surprised to find that the recording officer next to me had put down his pen and was rubbing his sore wrist.
Is the meeting over?
Yes, it's already noon... Zhao Duan's stomach is growling. After becoming a high-ranking person, he gets hungry more easily.
He lowered his head and glanced at the dozen or so pages of paper in his hand. He thought for a moment, but ultimately did not say anything.
Originally, he planned to make a show of his holiness in front of others, but after carefully thinking about the details, he found that it was not that easy.
First of all, although the situation of the Yu Dynasty was very similar to that of Wanli, there were differences after all. When it came to the New Deal, any difference should not be underestimated and should be considered repeatedly.
Secondly, although he remembers the key points of "testing the law" and "dividing a small family into a small family", the strategy of a country cannot be explained clearly in a few hundred words.
That's a complete set of systematic strategies. Didn't you notice that Han Zou and the others have a thick pile of memorials for each one?
They were written over and over again for several months, but Zhao Duan didn't have the time to sort out the whole thing.
If you speak rashly at this time, you may not be able to explain clearly.
If these literati were to catch the loopholes and question them, wouldn't they lose the face of themselves and their ancestors?
Especially... He is really a little hungry... There is no rush for this kind of thing, there is still plenty of time.
"You have to think more carefully..."
Zhao Duan thought about it, decided to hold his hand steady, stood up, thought about it, and put the stack of paper in his hand on the table.
Before entering, Mochou told him that no information in the room should be leaked, including any paper with writing on it, which could not be taken away without inspection.
This is the rule.
I had some bad taste in my heart, and wanted to see if Master Dong and the Empress could understand.
As for being plagiarized and taken as his own... he has no worries at all.
Because there are only a few words and a few incoherent sentences written here and there on the paper.
Most of the details were only in his mind.
With only these fragments of sentences and symbols that only he understands, it is impossible to restore the whole.
"Zhao Duan, please come with me." Xu Zhenguan looked at him and said.
In an instant, the bachelors in the room looked at him collectively for the first time, with different expressions.
There was no hostility, but there was no enthusiasm either.
It seems that he is just treated as an ordinary official.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Zhao Duan responded, suddenly remembered something, bent down and picked up a basket of pears, and said with a smile:
"You bachelors have been talking all morning. You must be thirsty. Do you want to taste the pears produced by Zhaoya?"
No one moved.
The atmosphere was a little awkward.
Mochou shook his head, thinking that these arrogant scholars, even on the surface, would not show anything due to His Majesty's presence.
But it is unrealistic for them to take the initiative to make friends with a cruel official with a bad reputation.
This Zhao Duan is also a very smart person. Is he still thinking of using a basket of pears to make friends with these bachelors?
However, at this time, I saw a man dressed in white walking by.
Empress Dayu seemed to be going out, but she happened to walk beside him and stopped.
He stretched out his jade hand, pinched one, played with it, and nodded gently:
"I'm interested."
Then walked outside.
This... Seeing this, how can a group of bachelors dare to support them?
They immediately came forward, each took a pear and said thank you.
Your Majesty has already taken it, how dare they not take it?
Zhao Duan smiled and did not care whether the thanks from these scholars were sincere or not. He spread a circle of pears before turning around and going out to follow the empress.
…
When the empress and the bachelors left one after another, the room in the Xiuwen Pavilion suddenly became deserted, with only two people left.
The recording officer responsible for recording the "meeting minutes" carefully organized the manuscript.
He walked to the top of the table and stood in front of Grand Master Dong who was reading the memorials, and said in a low voice:
"Grand Master, it's noon, let's go have a meal first. These memorials can't be read in a short while."
As he spoke, he put down the meeting minutes in his hand.
This is also for the sake of the Grand Master, and he cannot leave this room.
The scholar of the Hanlin Academy, a literary figure with white beard and hair who was already old but energetic, shook his head.
Tasked with formulating the New Deal, the first day was full of difficulties. How could Master Dong have the appetite to eat?
Hearing this, he just waved his hand and ordered:
“Bring all the memorials and manuscripts to me.”
The recorder nodded helplessly and walked around the long table.
Move all the memorials to the old man so that he can read them easily.
"What's that over there?" Master Dong's sharp eyes suddenly noticed that there was a pile of paper on a table in the corner, and there seemed to be writing on it.
The recorder looked at it, said "Oh" and said:
"It's the seat where Ambassador Zhao is sitting. I think he also wrote it. I was next to him in my humble position, but I was so focused on recording that I didn't see clearly what he had sketched. It must also be a record?"
As he spoke, he walked over and picked it up.
Master Dong shook his head, somewhat dissatisfied with His Majesty for bringing Zhao Duan here.
Why is a military attache coming to the Xiuwen Hall to join in the fun?
Could it be that he can still understand? Probably because he knew the importance of the Xiuwen Museum, he came here...
Forget it, let him leave it to him. After today, Zhao Duan must have understood that it is the right way to specialize in the art and go back to handle the case in a down-to-earth manner.
"...Master? Why don't you take a look at this..."
However, at this time, the recorder suddenly spoke in a strange tone.
He was holding the manuscript left by Zhao Duan and seemed to have briefly turned through a few pages. His expression was very strange, a little hesitant, a little...
uncertain?
More than that, I’m still confused.
He couldn't understand it, but his instinct as a scribe told him that the words on this paper were important.
I don't know how serious it is.
"What are you looking at?" Master Dong was confused, but seeing the other person's expression, he was a little curious. He hesitated a little and raised his hand to take it.
I thought to myself, I would like to see what Zhao Duan writes.
Looking down, what caught my eye were three words:
Kaochengfa
Grand Master Dong frowned and didn't remember anyone mentioning this word.
He moved his eyes downward, skipped two lines of saliva text, and paused again.
"Limited examination matters."
"Responsibility for people."
Hiss...this...Master Dong's brows slowly tightened and he continued to look down.
Page, and page…
Next to him, the recorder was surprised to see that Master Dong was looking slower and slower, more and more serious, and more and more...
solemn.
It was clearly broken and scattered, like a scrawled manuscript recording thoughts and essays.
Grand Master Dong seemed to be looking at it more intently than Han Banshan's "Ten Strategies".
So what did Zhao Duan write?
……
…
Outside the Xiuwen Museum.
Zhao Duan originally thought that he was walking, accompanying the empress, or sitting in the car behind.
However, what surprised him was that the empress led him into the royal carriage, which was a bright yellow carriage with more than a dozen cars.
Even Mochou didn't get this treatment.
"Your Majesty, do you have any instructions?"
This was not the first time for Zhao Duan to ride in an imperial chariot. He had also ridden in the Tianzi Tower before, but he was still uneasy.
When the bright yellow curtains were lowered and the carriage was moving, only two people were left in the entire spacious carriage.
Xu Zhenguan had been making "clay and wood carvings" all morning, and now he was a little tired.
After sitting down, he casually took off the crown on his head, threw it aside, pulled out the hairpin, shook his head, and his hair was covered with green hair like a waterfall.
At this moment, she was no longer the majestic and graceful empress, but became a cold and pure fairy.
Hearing this, she glanced at him with beautiful eyes and hummed:
"I have nothing to do, so I can't give you a ride?"
When Xiu Wen Guan returned to the palace, it was indeed close to the imperial office.
But Zhao Duan didn't think it was as simple as the empress just giving him a gift.
"How about, how about sitting in the Xiuwen Hall today?" Xu Zhenguan's tone was casual, with a little teasing.
Zhao Duan pondered for a moment and then said cautiously: "You bachelors are very talented, and the grand master really has a unique vision in selecting people."
In a small Xiuwen Pavilion, different bachelors not only specialize in different directions, but also represent different groups behind them... One can imagine the repeated weighing behind them.
Xu Zhenguan smiled and said:
"Now, you should know why I said you can't go. National policy matters involve many aspects, and intelligence alone is not enough."
She felt that Zhao Duan was huddled in the corner in a low-key manner today because he couldn't get a word in, and he might not even be able to understand.
"Actually, Chen..." Zhao Duan hesitated, what to say.
However, Xu Zhenguan waved his hand to interrupt him and said: "Okay, let me talk to you about business. Last time... you and I practiced in the Yuanzu Temple. Did you... feel anything unusual?"
When it came to the second half of the sentence, even though she had rehearsed this sentence many times in her mind, she was still a little unnatural and her eyes were slightly averted.
In my mind, I couldn't help but recall what Hai said to her with a smile on that day.
The harmony of yin and yang...could it be that if I join him on the road, I can really get twice the result with half the effort?
After that day, although she didn't agree with her mouth, she still cared about it in her heart. After thinking about it, she was still worried, so she decided to confirm it today.
It's good... to save you the trouble of thinking.
"Abnormal?" Zhao Duan was stunned for a moment and said hesitantly: "On that day, my cultivation level broke through. It was certainly different from normal."
He wasn't sure what Zhenbao meant by this. Did she notice something last time?
Do you realize that when you practice "Martial God Picture", you are different from others?
This guess made him a little nervous.
"..." Xu Zhenguan stared at him for a few seconds, then sighed softly, thinking that he was stupid, asking him like this, how could he get the answer?
That can only be...
After hesitating for a moment, Xu Zhenguan suddenly bit his lip and said: "Sit over here and come to me."
ah? Zhao Duan was stunned.
(End of chapter)