I am immortal in history

New Year's Eve.

The palace was filled with lanterns, which were bright red and very festive.

Emperor Jianwu rarely rested for half a day and did not review the memorials. He changed into regular clothes and held a banquet in Tianqi Hall to watch the New Year. The twelve princes, eldest and young, were sitting on the left and right.

The banquet hall was full of joy and laughter.

It's midnight.

The princes kowtowed three times and prayed nine times, wishing their father long life, and then took turns presenting gifts.

During this period, there was no secret struggle. The Jianwu Emperor dominated the world, and the East Palace was as stable as a mountain. Therefore, the princes appeared to be brothers and sisters.

It was the turn of the twelfth prince Zhao Hao, who was only six years old. He walked to the imperial case holding the scroll.

"This is a poem that I heard from my son. I copied it hundreds of times before I was satisfied. I wish my father, the Emperor, good health and longevity."

Emperor Jianwu took the scroll and opened it to see a five-character quatrain.

The holy king enjoys the destiny of heaven and has great merits...

"Well written."

Emperor Jianwu smiled and nodded. He didn't know whether he was praising the prince's words or saying that the poem was well written.

Eunuch Kang patted his horse and said, "I have heard this poem too, and it is widely sung in the capital. It is said to have been written by the most talented man in the north. It is because of your majesty's hard work that the scholars from all over the world devoutly support it!"

"You're an old man who's always good at flattering horses."

Emperor Jianwu smiled and said: "Haoer's handwriting is good. It seems that he works hard on weekdays. I will give you pen, ink, paper and inkstone so that I can keep up my hard work in the future."

Zhao Hao said in surprise: "Thank you, father."

The other princes showed envy on their faces, and received only compliments for the rare treasures they presented in turn, without receiving anything in kind.

The prince noted down that he was "the most talented man in the north". He could write flattering poems and was praised by his father. He might be able to recruit him to work in the East Palace.

The banquet is over.

Emperor Jianwu returned to Qinzheng Hall, opened the scroll and admired it for a moment, then suddenly asked.

"Why didn't I know that the most talented person in the north was born in the capital?"

Everyone knows the importance of public opinion, and public opinion among the people is mostly in the hands of scholars, so the Zhenfu Division has many scholar spies.

Anyone who dares to be dissatisfied with the imperial court and His Majesty if he sneaks in to inquire about information will be cut off from the imperial examination, or will die at the hands of bandits and thieves at worst.

"Return to Your Majesty."

Eunuch Kang accepted Concubine Zhen's money and said auspicious words to Zhao Hao. Naturally, he would investigate the origin of the poems and the identity and background of the person who wrote them.

"This man's name is Su Mingyuan. He was originally a down-and-out scholar. Although he had many talents, he had a noble temperament and was unwilling to surrender, so he failed in the imperial examinations for many years."

Today's imperial examinations give aristocratic families a monopoly, but it also gives opportunities to poor people, that is, to surrender.

Holding a post to join the family of a wealthy family, you are nominally a disciple and a guest, but in reality you don't have to do anything, you just need to concentrate on studying and preparing for the scientific examination.

A well-established family will arrange for famous teachers to give guidance on articles, and they will also provide guidance to the examiners, so the probability of being on the list is much higher.

In recent years, 80% of the candidates for the imperial examinations were scholars from the south, the remaining 25% were from northern noble families, and the other half were scholars who joined the noble families.

It is almost impossible for those poor scholars who are truly innocent to pass the exam.

Emperor Jianwu's expression remained normal, with a cold light flashing in his eyes: "Some people are going too far. The imperial examination is to select talents for the court, how can it be reduced to a private plan?"

Eunuch Kang didn't dare to comment, as his family's rich heritage made him unable to fight.

What's more, Your Majesty is focused on balance, handing over the throne smoothly, and has no intention of fighting with the aristocratic family.

"In July and August last year, Su Mingyuan traveled through Liangzhou and made an unexpected fortune. After returning to the capital, he began to write poems and lyrics and paid other scholars to spread them."

"After he became famous, he printed a collection of poems and paid a lot of money to invite Shen Jijiu and Dr. Lu to write the preface. He became famous all of a sudden, and he became known as the most talented person in the north."

Emperor Jianwu was slightly startled: "You got it with money?"

"Your Majesty is holy."

Eunuch Kang did not dare to hide it: "Because of this, many scholars were dissatisfied and even ridiculed in the street. However, Su Mingyuan was loyal to the emperor and the country, and the same was true for the poems he wrote."

"He's actually a flattering guy..."

Emperor Jianwu looked at the poem again and found it less pleasing to his eyes than before. He pondered for a moment and asked.

"Are you sure this person has nothing to do with the big family?"

"Sure."

Eunuch Kang said: "Su Mingyuan often goes to Cui's bookstore to borrow books. The clerk there is a spy from the Zhenfu Division. I heard him say with my own ears that the Prime Minister's Mansion is cooking with fire, so stay away."

"Yes, he is someone who sees the general trend clearly."

Emperor Jianwu put away the scroll and ordered: "I'm going to Yanxi Palace. I haven't seen Concubine Zhen for a long time. I miss you a little."

Eunuch Kang bowed and accepted the order, secretly sighing that someone was about to become famous again.

In the spring of next year, Su Mingyuan will definitely be able to go to high school!

…

New Year's Day.

No need to sweep the yard.

Li Ping'an cooked over a hundred dumplings, each of which had thin skin and big fillings, and each bite was juicy and oily.

"tasty!"

After cooking for three years, the otaku who once relied on takeout to survive has also developed good cooking skills.

When eating dumplings, I will think of my past life, but I will no longer be sad, and I will not shed tears while eating. I will just mechanically look at things and think about people.

People have to learn to get used to it.

After dinner, he practiced martial arts as usual, first with the Iron Leg Kung Fu, and then with the Iron Cloth Shirt.

The upper body was naked, covered with bone-forging ointment, and banged against the wooden stakes.

The moves of Tiebushan are more concise, divided into four types: bumping, pressing, leaning, and hugging, or bumping at different angles, and hitting to exercise the chest and back muscles.

"It's easy to practice, but the ointment costs three to four times more!"

"Four martial arts practitioners earn more than ten taels of silver a day, and the landlord's family is so poor..."

Sometimes Li Ping'an couldn't help but think about making a few profitable formulas, reselling them, and earning thousands of taels of silver for practicing martial arts.

Especially when money is tight, when UU Reading www.uukanshu.net passes by Chunfeng Tower, this kind of thought grows like weeds.

"If your heart is as clear as ice, you won't be surprised when the sky falls. You will remain calm despite all changes, and your spirit will be calm and peaceful..."

Li Ping'an silently recited the Taoist Qingxin Jue, suppressed dangerous thoughts, sat cross-legged and meditated to practice the Great Toad Qi.

All shortcuts are temptations!

After practicing the four martial arts one by one, it was already noon.

Li Pingan was reciting Taoist classics when he heard a knock on the door. He opened the door and saw Li San carrying a snack box.

"Brother Ping'an, have a prosperous New Year."

"Third brother, have a happy New Year."

Li Ping'an didn't know whether to invite him in. It was not a good sign to come to the mortuary during the Chinese New Year.

The Li family is an outsider in the capital, and because they are engaged in the underworld business, they have always bought wives from rural areas, and no one goes around during the holidays.

"Let's just talk outside for a while."

Li San didn't want to be implicated in bad luck, so he thrust the snack box into Li Ping'an's hand.

"I originally planned to have a table with wine after the New Year, but your sister-in-law said that she couldn't write two characters in one stroke. Our two families are related by ancestors, so we have to move around during the New Year and festivals."

Li Ping'an asked: "Is the third brother's matter settled?"

"Hehe, I really can't hide it from Brother Ping'an."

Li San took out a bronze medal from his arms, with the words Centurion engraved on it.

"Those two thieves have done many evil deeds. The imperial court has long issued arrest documents. After the Third Division concluded the case, Commander Luo of the Military and Horse Division personally promoted me to an official position."

"Congratulations, third brother."

"Thank you Brother Ping An."

After a few polite greetings, Li San took his leave, and Li Pingan returned to the mortuary.

Opening the snack box, I found a stack of silver notes inside. I counted one hundred and fifty taels. They should be the silver notes awarded by the wanted order.

"Well, he's not a bad person!"