"I’m a great minister …"
"I know what you’re going to say. Emperor Sejong demonized Tao Zhongwen, right?"
"Yes, but …"
"But what? But Zhang Zhenren and I are not bad. You jumped out to talk when I sealed Zhang Zhenren’s office … By the way, who are you?"
Emperor Wanli stared, only to find that he didn’t know this official for a long time.
I can pass my name!
Chapter 46 Poems written by Hai
"Liu Yingqiu, a bachelor of science at the Imperial Academy!"
This minister is a little old man at the age of fifty. After listening to his self-introduction, Emperor Wanli remembered that it seemed that he was transferred to Nanjing in the eleventh year of Wanli, and it took him ten years to come back. It seems that there is such a thing.
"You and I seem to have a little impression …"
"Although the minister has made great contributions to the rescue, he can’t grant the post of State Supervision Department!"
Liu Yingqiu, the little old man, said, "GuoJianXue is a saint, Daoji is a Taoist middleman. Although Confucianism and Taoism have something in common, they should not be confused. I talk about personnel. He talks about heaven, and I say that he wants to govern the country. This kind of line is like letting a cow lead a flock of sheep! It looks similar, but it is very different. "
Emperor Wanli said, "I just gave him an official position. There are two places in the national supervision industry, and one more place is not needed."
At this time, the eunuch Yi Tian seemed to think of something and the Emperor Wanli quietly told him.
After listening to it, Emperor Wanli took another look at the old eyes of the three pavilions and made some communication.
"Liu Yingqiu … I heard that you got an order from the cabinet a few days ago to go to the state prison as a wine offering?"
The little old man almost patted his thigh … His speech was hasty.
Emperor Wanli was unhappy, but he just said, "God, you should tie up the salary department and then don’t come." However, Emperor Wanli was more proud, so he wouldn’t have said it, or he wouldn’t have fought with the civilian for eleven years because of Litai, and finally he was autistic for nine years.
The little old man won’t give up at this time and said, "I want the state prison to offer a drink, so naturally I can’t let the company’s position go wrong. If I really want to reward the state prison, can I be allowed to take the exam?"
Emperor Wanli looked at the little old man. "Well, you say it makes sense, so you can take the exam."
The emperor sat up straight.
I’ve prepared it for you live. You can perform.
Ji Xiangzheng kept an awkward and polite smile around the two old pavilions, and suddenly being named was also very troublesome.
Working in the Forbidden City is really … boring.
Ji Xiang’s silence made the little old man very heart-warming. "Don’t say a word, don’t you understand or are you afraid?"? Wait for the old man to give a question? If you are ready, the old man will ask. "
Ji Xiang certainly doesn’t know what the other party is going to ask.
"Being original is still young, and I haven’t tested for fame. I really don’t know much about the four or five classics, but I just know a little. Please be merciful."
When the little old man comes, this wave of spirit is bound to last for many years without showing a deep impression in front of Emperor Wanli.
"It’s certainly difficult for you to write shares as a monk. My Confucian sage’s words and thoughts span the ages. You are like a stream. How can you be white? I won’t test you."
"But you must be able to compose poems in the national supervision department?"
Ji Xiang thought a nod "slightly understand"
The little old man nodded. "That’s fine. Poetry is the most expressive and straightforward."
"Since you want to increase the number of state supervision companies from the four major officials, although you have no real benefits, the name of the state supervision company can’t be lost in the hands of the old. If you don’t take up anything, you won’t be comfortable if others laugh at you, will you?"
"So even if you don’t care about anything, you will be able to compose poems. If you really want to, you won’t just say a few words to judge you."
The surrounding ministers also nodded their heads in a whisper, indicating that it is fair. You will test your poetry if you don’t know anything.
As soon as Ji thought it was ok, she asked, "I don’t know if your Excellency has any requirements for this poem?"
"Requirements today positions back to the court I big … Vientiane innovation! You’ new’ a poem, but no new words are allowed in the poem? "
The little old man thinks he has a profound question, which looks simple, but I’ll give you a set.
Ji Xiang just listened to the little old man gasping for breath and told him to call me a natural enemy …
"Be original and consider it a little"
Ji Xiang slowly chewed the little old man’s topic.
Poetry? There will be many of its predecessors. After all, it is a humanoid walking scripture, and it is also a proper cultural person. However, where to write poems on the spot, it will come quickly. Anyway, there is a Qing copy behind it, and it will be over.
Vientiane Innovation Emperor Wanli’s return to Korea was stimulated. At this time, Ji Xiang’s heart somehow thought of the words of Huo Jun.
How poor the people are on this day. Can’t this court official, Lord Bo Hou, just know a court and make the world new?
They may know the situation, but what does it have to do with them? After all, people who are willing to look at each other are a few, and most of them are addicted to party struggle.
I think it’s new to break the old world. It’s not unreasonable. It’s all about the sun, the moon and the sky.
Ji Xiang doesn’t want to skip this topic directly.
I’m not a person anymore. I don’t care about such things. The world of ghosts and gods has its own operation.
But it was also at this time that a dusty short poem in her memory gradually emerged and reflected in her heart.
The Manchu dynasty was full of civil and military words.
The emperors of the Five Dynasties were in a muddle.
Died in Chongzhen, died in Wanli and died in Jiajing. In a few decades, this great empire will collapse into dust. Now, when Emperor Wanli disappears towards Guangzong again, a different future may be born.
This is the right time.
When I took a step, I made a loud sound of this big stone floor tile, which echoed in front of Fengtian for a long time.
"There must be a change machine"