The nineteenth moon is eight-quarter round, like the bright eyes of the West. It seems to have all kinds of delicate features, hazy in the halo of the moon, and shines on the world like smoke and mist of moonlight.
Yuan Wei stood in front of the table with his pen in hand, and the moonlight fell on him through the window. As if favored by the moonlight, a layer of moonlight was dimmed.
For a moment, I felt that Yuan Wei was a talented man who came out of ink landscape painting.
A humble gentleman, with jade trees facing the wind.
Pick up the pen
Dip 30% moonlight and 70% ink.
When I put down the pen, I felt like Chang'e flying to the moon, as graceful as a startled dragon, with lotus growing every step of the way. In an instant, a green poem appeared on the paper:
The Holy Emperor succeeded to the throne for thirty-one years. He clearly ordered the common people to govern and harmonized the people.
On the festival day of Fu Yi Xing Sha Ling, the sky is clear and there are five-color clouds, embracing the brilliance of the sun, brilliant and shining, just like attaining the Tao and ascending to immortality for a long time, and it is so majestic as a tiger. I will devote my whole life to repaying the Mingjun; loyalty is fierce and never second-guessing. Invading the years, repaying the universe, the heroic spirit has not passed away, although it is dead, it is still alive, and it can be famous in the world and serve in the heaven.
I pray for the great kindness and compassion, and I only recommend purity and sincerity, and pray for blessings. I also pray that the light of the rosette in the treasure forest will diffuse the sound of the spring, turn the fire haze into a clear source, and that all will be saved. My spirit is limited, but my sorrow is endless.
After writing the last word "poor", Yuan Wei's mouth opened into a smile, confident and full of confidence.
When Yuan Wei was writing Qingci, everyone gathered around. When Yuan Wei started writing, everyone nodded and praised Yuan Wei for his good handwriting and excellent calligraphy. However, when Yuan Wei finished writing, , the house was quiet for a few seconds, the only sound was the sound of Yuan Wei placing the brush on the pen holder.
Just like a phoenix falling into the woods, all the birds were overwhelmed by her aura and did not dare to make a sound.
After a few seconds, everyone recovered from Yuan Wei's Qing Ci.
"What a 'heroic soul has not passed away, but he is still alive despite death', what a 'spiritual spirit is limited, but the sorrow is endless'. The skill of Maozhong's Qingci is really shameful."
"Well, 'Although dead, alive', these four words are really amazing."
"You can put your name in the world and serve in heaven. This sentence should make your Majesty very relieved. Mr. Yuan is truly a talented person in the Imperial Academy."
"As soon as this article came out, people couldn't help but believe that today's young people are really amazing."
"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the new generation is better than the old. This time I look, it must be the Hualuo Maozhong House."
In the watch house, the voices of praise were endless, and Yuan Wei was completely overwhelmed by the praise. Listening to the praises of adults who were more powerful than himself, Yuan Wei felt as if he had drunk a pound of soju, and his heart was drunk.
"Well, Yuan Maozhong, you said your writing is average. If your writing is average, then we won't be able to get it." An official who was familiar with Yuan Wei stepped forward and pushed him with his arm. Yuan Wei praised in an accusing tone.
"Where is it? Where is it?"
Yuan Wei smiled and waved his hands repeatedly, his face was very humble, and he didn't seem to be complacent at all because of everyone's praise.
"Maozhong, you wrote well." Yan Song smiled, patted Yuan Wei's shoulder, and praised Yuan Wei's Qingci.
Yan Song just smiled and nodded gently at the few Qing Ci poems he wrote just now. Only Yuan Wei's Qing Ci poem was praised by Yan Song.
"The elder of the pavilion has promoted the lower official, and the lower official is ashamed."
Yuan Wei looked flattered and bowed to Yan Song respectfully, bending forward very much, as if he had practiced jujitsu.
What a unique honor.
Yuan Wei was very proud of Yan Song's praise. When he stood up, the joy on his face was beyond words.
After Yuan Wei, others published Qing Ci one after another.
With the announcement of everyone's Qingci, the atmosphere in the duty house became more and more heated, and there was no sign that people were still in the dead of night.
Xu Jie is a good old man. Although no one mentions his Qingci, whenever someone publishes their Qingci, he looks at their Qingci with admiration and comments on the content of their Qingci. He never hesitates to praise him.
Of course, most of the time, Xu Jie stood beside Yan Song, chiming in from time to time when Yan Song made comments. Seeing Xu Jie being so understanding, in most cases, Yan Song would respond with a gentle smile and a nod, looking harmonious. The relationship between the two had long since ceased to be a fight and had opened a new chapter.
Indeed, in the past few months, Xu Jie has visited Yan Song frequently, and he has never been empty-handed. He always lowers his profile in front of Yan Song, has different political views, and does not argue with Yan Song. He always follows Yan Song's lead. Yan Song's son Yan Shifan taunted Xu Jie who came to visit him, but Xu Jie was not angry and greeted him with a smile. He also wanted to marry his niece to Yan Shifan as his concubine.
After entering the cabinet, Xu Jie was even more respectful to Yan Song and had no intention of competing with him. Yan Song's position in the cabinet was even more stable.
Over time, Yan Song gradually relaxed his guard against Xu Jie.
The two of them were in harmony, and the atmosphere in the house was getting better and better. Every poem was published, and there were waves of praise.
Amid the praise, the owner of Qing Ci was even more confident, especially Yuan Wei, who was even more confident after seeing everyone's Qing Ci.
Ta-ta-ta
A burst of soft footsteps sounded outside the duty house.
"The Holy Attendant is here"
After an official discovered it, he informed everyone, and soon all the ministers noticed it and turned their attention to the door.
The significance of the Holy Lord's attendant coming at this time is self-evident.
really
A gorgeously dressed little eunuch led several little eunuchs in, respectfully holding a folded bright yellow note in his hands.
Seeing the note is like seeing the Holy One.
Under the leadership of Yan Song, the ministers in the house stood up and saluted the note in the little eunuch's hand.
After the attendant who passed the note left, the note fell into the hands of Senior Yan Song. Everyone looked at the note with burning eyes without blinking.
The attendant just said that the Holy Master was overjoyed after reading Qing's poem.
Therefore, everyone is eyeing this note from the Holy One, hoping that this honor will fall on their heads.
Seeing everyone looking at the note in his hand eagerly, Yan Song smiled "haha", handed the note in his hand to Yuan Wei, who stretched his neck, and said with a smile, "Then there is Lao Maozhong, here. Let’s read it out.”
"Ah, I'm the official"
Looking at the note in his hand, Yuan Wei's face flushed with excitement and he wanted to say something humble.
"Read it quickly, Master Yuan."
"Maozhong, read quickly, don't waste time."
Under the urging of everyone, Yuan Wei slowly opened the note in his hand, and lowered his eyes excitedly and expectantly.
Well
After just one glance, Yuan Wei's face turned from red to white, the hand holding the note trembled, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his eyes widened.
"What's going on here?"
"So excited? Hey, it seems that Yuan Wei is undoubtedly the one the Holy One likes. Look how excited he is."
"Why don't you know how to read? Why don't you read?"
"Maozhong, read."
Everyone urged.
"Forget it, let me read it." An official with a rather impatient temper took the note from Yuan Wei's hand.
Everyone also looked at him expectantly.
This anxious official opened the note and was about to read it. Then he opened his mouth as if he was choked. He made a sound and his eyes widened. He rubbed it and took another look. He was a little surprised and unbelievable. He glanced at Xu Jie.
Then under the expectant gaze of everyone, he coughed and slowly read out, "If you don't sing, you will be a blockbuster. Xu Jie is determined."
"Congratulations, Mr. Xu." After the official finished reading, he raised his hands and thanked Xu Jie.
Isn't it?
It turned out to be Xu Jie?
The one the Holy One favors is actually Xu Jie?
Everyone was shocked and looked at Xu Jie dumbfounded, and then they all expressed their congratulations to Xu Jie.
In addition to congratulations, I was even more curious about how Xu Jie's Qing Ci was so outstanding that he was so praised by the Holy Emperor.
Finally, under the curious eyes of everyone, Xu Jie's Qing Ci appeared in front of everyone.
"Transform a tiger into a dragon!"
"Transform the tiger into a dragon and return to heaven"
"Master Xu actually thought of turning a tiger into a dragon and returning to heaven."
After everyone saw Xu Jieqing's poems, they were amazed by the sentence "turning a tiger into a dragon" in Xu Jieqing's poems, and their hearts were like a mirror. Xu Jie's Qingci won on this sentence.
It is also because of this sentence that makes Xu Jie's Qingci unique and stand out.
Everyone expressed their condolences.
Even Yuan Wei is still alive despite death.
die die die
Only Xu Jie was different. He sang a high-spirited and inspirational hymn, contrary to the tradition that everyone mourned when offering sacrifices.
There is not a single word "death" mentioned in the entire article.
General Huwei is not dead. He just turned a tiger into a dragon and returned to heaven. Why be sad? He is happy.
In addition, there is another layer of hidden meaning.
It is said that when a person achieves enlightenment, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven, and even a cat beside the emperor ascends to heaven, then isn't it destined that the emperor attain enlightenment and become an immortal?
"The praise from all the ministers makes Xu really feel ashamed. This is the only sentence in the whole Qingci poem that was not written by Xu."
Listening to everyone's praise, Xu Jie shook his head with a smile and drew a horizontal line under "Transform tiger into dragon" with a brush.
"ah?"
"Who is so spiritual?"
When everyone heard this, they were dumbfounded and surprised.
"My student, Zhu Zihou." Xu Jie said slowly amidst everyone's surprise.
"Huh? It's him!"
"Zhu Ping'an, the number one scholar? He can also write Qing Ci?"
Everyone was even more surprised.
Yan Song touched his beard and nodded, then smiled and said to Xu Jie, "Haha, this sentence is indeed the finishing touch, but if there is no dragon, where would the finishing touch come from? Mr. Xu, your Qingci is getting better and better. Now, if we have time, let’s talk.”
"I happen to have a lot of questions to ask you." Xu Jie bowed his head slightly and smiled. (To be continued.)
