Rise From the Humble

Qing Ci plays the imperial poem, and Jin Hui uses it to keep his light; the elixir expresses the truth, and reaches the leaves of the pearl sac.

Qing Ci is a literary style that combines essays, memorials, congratulations and other literary styles. It requires both neat form and gorgeous writing. The most important thing is that the Qing Ci written must satisfy Emperor Jiajing, which is very difficult to write.

Zhu Ping'an stayed at his desk for a long time, but could not come up with a satisfactory Qingci.

Everyone here is actually similar to Zhu Pingan. They worked hard to choose words and sentences, but in the end they were not satisfied.

However, Yuan Wei is different.

Yuan Wei is worthy of being the future Prime Minister of Qing Ci. When everyone in the room was blushing at the words and sentences, Yuan Wei was calm and calm, his demeanor was graceful, and he wrote like a flowing cloud, and he finished writing a Qing Ci.

"I would like to ask my father-in-law to submit it to you."

Like a proud big rooster, Yuan Wei passed by Zhu Pingan arrogantly, glanced at Zhu Pingan, and saw that the rice paper on Zhu Pingan's table was pure white. He couldn't help but sneer, and then flicked the paper in his hand in a showy way. Qing Ci, then handed it to the waiting young father-in-law with both hands, and he handed it to Emperor Jiajing for inspection.

"Teacher, I have finished writing, can I hand it in in advance?"

In Zhu Ping'an's eyes, Yuan Wei was just like a bad academic who turned in his papers early in the exam and looked down on the whole class.

How grown up, yet childish.

Zhu Pingan twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled silently.

Regarding Zhu Pingan's expression, Yuan Wei interpreted it as a forced smile, because Zhu Pingan felt that he could not compare with himself, so he smiled bitterly.

Inspired by this understanding, Yuan Wei's literary thoughts surged again, and his writing skills were as fast as flying, as if he was being assisted by a god.

Swish swish swish.

During tea time, I finished another Qing Ci poem.

Therefore, Yuan Wei repeated the action of handing over Qingci for the first time.

Like a victorious rooster, it once again walked past Zhu Pingan's table with arrogance, glanced at Zhu Pingan's table again, and saw that the rice paper on Zhu Pingan's table was just as blank as before, and couldn't help but think again. He sneered contemptuously.

This time Yuan Wei's sneer was much louder than last time, which was very obvious in the silent room.

Everyone noticed.

Everyone knows Yuan Wei's character. He is a proud and conceited person. It is not surprising that he can do such a thing.

Everyone looked here with curious eyes, curious about how the situation would develop, curious about how Zhu Pingan would respond, curious...

However, to everyone's disappointment, Zhu Ping'an remained calm, showed no reaction, and turned a deaf ear.

Zhu Pingan turned a blind eye. In Yuan Wei's opinion, Zhu Pingan was too shameless to react. I have already written two Qing Ci poems, but he, the top scholar, still has a blank piece of paper. Isn’t he shameless?

"Haha, Eunuch Liu, I'm so sorry. I didn't expect to write another article so soon. I have to trouble you to make another trip."

Yuan Wei deliberately stood in front of Zhu Pingan's table, put the Qing Ci in his hand, knocked it, and then said to Eunuch Liu who had just returned from the door.

"Where, where, with this kind of hard work, the Zajia family would like to have as many as possible."

Eunuch Liu smiled and replied, "It's true. The more people in the room contribute, the better he can handle this job."

Just now, Eunuch Liu handed over the Qing Ci written by Yuan Wei to the palace where Emperor Jiajing practiced, and was lucky enough to be summoned by Emperor Jiajing. After Emperor Jiajing looked at Yuan Wei's Qing Ci, he nodded and said, "The battle is neat and beautiful. "Okay." Then he asked Eunuch Liu about the progress of Wu Yi Dian Qing Ci. Eunuch Liu responded truthfully and told Emperor Jiajing what Zhu Ping'an said, "roll up your sleeves and work hard". Emperor Jiajing was very happy when he heard this.

"This is the first time His Majesty has smiled today. You are a very good boy. Please pay more attention to your errands in the future."

Because Emperor Jiajing's face was overjoyed, Eunuch Liu also received a compliment from Huang Jin, which made Eunuch Liu extremely happy.

Huang Jin is the number one father-in-law in the palace. He holds great power. With Huang Jin's approval, his future will be bright.

After Yuan Wei handed Qingci to Eunuch Liu, he passed by Zhu Pingan and returned to his place. When passing by Zhu Pingan, Yuan Wei seemed to accidentally see the blank rice paper on Zhu Pingan's table. He pretended to be surprised and said, "Huh? Why doesn't Mr. Zhu start writing? It has been conceived for so long. What about Mr. Zhu's A masterpiece of Qingci should not be written in such a way that the wind and rain startle the pen, and the poem becomes the weeping ghosts and gods."

Yuan Wei's words were very ironic and could be heard as soon as he heard them.

"hehe."

The pen fell into the storm, and the poem turned into weeping ghosts and gods. Yuan Wei's mouth was really poisonous. When everyone in the room heard this, many people couldn't help but laugh softly. Suddenly, everyone's interest became more intense. Their eyes were focused on Zhu Pingan like a spotlight. They were all kicked in the face. Let's see how Zhu Pingan reacts.

Are you still excited? !

After hearing Yuan Wei's sarcastic words, Zhu Pingan couldn't help but look up at Yuan Wei. Yuan Wei's surprise in his eyes was exaggerated, and his sarcastic expression was particularly embarrassing. Zhu Pingan couldn't help but want to satisfy him.

Eye contact.

A smell of gunpowder smoke filled the air.

Yes, this is interesting. When everyone saw this, their faces flushed with excitement. I have been sitting here for so long, composing Qingci, and my brain is almost empty. It is not too good to have such a good show at this time for everyone to tune in and enjoy. After thinking about it for so long, it’s time to relax.

The two of them looked at each other.

one second

two seconds

Suddenly, a simple and honest smile appeared on the corner of Zhu Pingan's mouth. Haha, just as he looked at Yuan Wei, a bold and interesting inspiration flew into Zhu Pingan's mind: Haha, you are not full of literary thoughts and awesome. Well, how about I "borrow" the Qingci that you became famous ten years later?

It felt like using Yuan Wei's hand to slap him in the face.

When he thought of this, the smile on Zhu Pingan's lips became more and more honest.

Yuan Wei won the favor of Emperor Jiajing by writing Qing Ci, and then he rose through the ranks and reached the cabinet position. Regardless of Yuan Wei's character, his talent and his achievements in Qingci are undeniable.

However, as the saying goes, the older the person is, the more powerful his literary skills will be. It has accumulated and fermented. Yuan Wei ten years from now will definitely have better Qingci skills than Yuan Wei now.

What's more, Yuan Wei's famous Qingci ten years later is not even more impressive than his song "Luo Shui Xuan Gui Chu Xian Rui".

Another thing is, ten years, such a long time span, Yuan Wei must have thought about that famous Qingci now, and there is no need to worry about plagiarism.

Um

It was decided happily.

Therefore, Zhu Ping'an had a simple and honest smile on his lips, looked up at Yuan Wei, and replied humbly: "Haha, Mr. Yuan is joking, Ping'an is stupid, and after so long of thinking about it, he only came up with a crude work. How can he be worthy of Master Yuan's words: "The pen falls in the storm, and the poem becomes the weeping ghosts and gods."