"In the case of Zhao Daying's murder of Liang Liang and taking advantage of the crime, thanks to Zihou's expose and report, I helped me make up for the lax review. Otherwise, I would have no face to face the Holy Emperor and the people of the world."
"In the beginning, when the Northern Barbarians Ida Khan invaded the capital, and the world was in shock, in order to stabilize the country and wipe out the Hu barbarians, His Majesty issued a "Reward", generously giving rewards, and encouraged the soldiers and civilians to serve. At that time, the Northern Barbarians were in great danger, and I also wanted to set an example. , encouraged the soldiers and civilians to serve to drive away the Northern Barbarians, and they neglected to review for a while, allowing Zhao Daying to take advantage of the loophole. I also did not expect that Zhao Daying, as an officer and soldier of the Ming Dynasty, had been favored by the emperor in his life, and should have defended his family and country as his own responsibility, but unexpectedly The desire for profit has driven me to the point of killing good people and claiming credit. Fortunately, Zihou saved me from my mistake. Otherwise, if I had not been able to guarantee my life at night, I don’t know how many other people would have suffered at the hands of Zhao Daying. Tell me, should I ask you for help? Thank you."
Yan Song looked at Zhu Ping'an seriously and said slowly, with words that he agreed with. He was heartbroken about Zhao Daying's killing of good people and taking credit for his crimes, and he admired and thanked Zhu Ping'an for impeaching Zhao Daying.
Zhu Ping'an was a little surprised when Yan Song said he wanted to thank him just now, but now after hearing Yan Song's reason for thanking him, he understood clearly.
Why does this scene seem so familiar? It seems to be a scene from a popular modern anti-corruption drama.
"How can Ping An deserve the thanks of Mr. Fu? When Ping An learned that Zhao Daying had killed a good man and took credit, he was so indignant that he wrote a letter to impeach the Zhao thief. When he later learned that Zhao Daying was nominated for the reward by Mr. Fu, Ping An felt in his heart I can’t help but worry, fearing that I will be guilty of Yu Fu’s crime. I didn’t expect that Fu Fu has such a profound understanding of righteousness and selflessness, and that he has the heart of a peaceful villain. I hope Fu will atone for his sins.”
Even though he understood what was going on, Zhu Ping'an did not dare to show off in the face of Yan Song's thanks. With an expression of surprise, fear and emotion on his face, he stood up and left his seat.
"What crime did Zihou commit? It doesn't matter if I nominated him for a reward. The person I nominated was not an outsider. The emperor committed the same crime as the common people, not to mention the one thousand households I nominated for the reward. Even if it is my own son, as long as it is If you broke the law, you should be punished accordingly." Yan Song waved his hand and said righteously.
Zhu Ping'an naturally showed that he was moved by Yan Song's selflessness.
"Zihou, Wenhua, you two remember this. From now on, whoever violates the laws of the Ming Dynasty will be brought to justice. You too, if you dare to violate the laws, don't blame me for being unkind. "
Yan Song's eyes were sharp, shining with a sharp light, and with the majesty of a superior, he swept across Zhu Ping'an and Zhao Wenhua.
Just being glanced at by Yan Song made the goosebumps on Zhu Pingan's back rise again.
Yan Song is worthy of being a big tiger who has been in a high position for many years. Just one look can put so much pressure on people. Zhu Ping'an is even more afraid of Yan Song and has made up his mind to be more cautious and cautious in front of Yan Song in the future. Be smart and know the flow of history, and underestimate the ancients and get carried away. Otherwise, you will only be the one to fall.
Yan Song was powerful, had many party members, and was favored by Emperor Jiajing. At this time, Yan Song was at the peak of his career, so it was not the time to compete.
Yan Song is like a majestic mountain. He is just an ant at the foot of the mountain. If he wants to shake the mountain, he should do it slowly.
Didn't he see that Xu Jie, the old man in officialdom who would bring down Yan Song in the future, as a cabinet minister, was still submissive and submissive to Yan Song? How could he dare to show off in front of Yan Song?
So Zhu Ping'an hurriedly stood up, his words and deeds became more respectful, and he bowed his head and thanked Yan Song: "Ping'an will remember the teachings of the auxiliary, he must know the law and abide by the law, be loyal and diligent, and live up to the auxiliary teachings."
"Don't worry, foster father, Wenhua doesn't dare." Zhao Wenhua also stood up and said he didn't dare.
"Well, sit down and talk. I'm at ease with you two." Upon seeing this, Yan Song nodded with satisfaction and gently asked the two of them to sit down and talk.
Zhu Pingan and Zhao Wenhua naturally thanked them profusely.
After sitting down again, Yan Song encouraged Zhu Ping'an a few more words, then stood up and looked at the four treasures of the study on the table, took a brush in his hand, dipped it in ink, and said: "Zihou is newly married, I don't have any gifts yet, so early When I first joined the cabinet, I wrote a poem, so I would like to give it to you as a wedding gift."
"Ping'an is so virtuous and capable that he can receive such a generous gift." Zhu Ping'an was deeply moved.
Yan Song chuckled and joked: "I don't want to part with the gift, so I gave it in poetry."
After finishing speaking, Yan Song picked up the pen and put down the ink. The pen moved like a dragon and a snake. In an instant, a poem jumped out on the paper:
"Wu Yi Dian Zhi She and Shao Shi Xiang Gong Yun"
The lights and candles shine all night long in the forbidden house, and the foggy windows and cloud pavilions are close to the houses. The auspicious smoke enters the fragrant floating garden, and the cold shadow peeks through the curtain as the moon comes to an end.
Gouling first heard the red phoenix blowing, and Gucheng first visited Chisong to book. I haven't told the world about my return yet, but the words of heaven are personally inherited by Yan and I.
This poem by Yan Song was read by Zhu Pingan in modern times. There were two versions of the title at that time, one was "Wu Yi Dian Zhi She and Shao Shi Xiang Gong Yun" and the other was "Wu Yi Dian Zhi She and Shao Shi Xiang Gong Yun" "Xia Gongyun", now it seems that it should be the first version.
This is the first time Zhu Pingan has seen Yan Song write. I have to say that when Yan Song lowers his head and concentrates on writing, he has a very charming personality, as if a master is splashing ink in front of him. The words are the same, sonorous and powerful, full of awe-inspiring righteousness, and breathable through the back of the paper.
Are words like the person they are?
Looking at the calligraphy written by Yan Song full of awe-inspiring righteousness, and thinking about the bloody debts in Yan Songqing's history, Zhu Ping'an felt a sigh of relief in his heart.
"The words of my foster father are like the purple air coming from the east. They are vigorous and powerful, and people look up to them more and more." Zhao Wenhua watched Yan Song's poems from the side, full of praise, and highly praised Yan Song's calligraphy.
Yan Song smiled and said nothing, then looked at Zhu Pingan.
"Ping'an thinks that calligraphy has entered the hall, and today is the time to write a masterpiece. Only then do we know that there are mountains outside the mountains, and there is a sky beyond the sky. He is the frog at the bottom of Ping'an's well. He sits in the well and looks at the sky." Zhu Ping'an also highly praised Yan Song's calligraphy.
"Zihou is in his youth, so don't try to flatter him." Yan Song glanced at Zhu Ping'an with a smile and shook his head slightly.
Zhu Ping'an knew it well and knew that he had to go to the point and scratch Yan Song's itch.
So, Zhu Pingan shook his head and defended seriously, "Fu Ke mistakenly blamed Pingan. I appreciate calligraphy and appreciate its three flavors. The first is the beauty of form, the second is the beauty of spirit, and the third is the beauty of emotion. The beauty of form is the stipple layout; the beauty of spirit The beauty of emotion is the realm. Not to mention the beauty of shape and spirit of calligraphy, the realm of awe-inspiring righteousness that appears on the paper is far beyond the reach of Ping An."
Yan Song listened to Zhu Pingan's explanation. Zhu Pingan's three flavors of book appreciation made Yan Song's eyes light up. The last four words of "Haoran Zhengqi" made Yan Song stroke his beard.
As the saying goes, words are like people.
The awe-inspiring righteousness in calligraphy has always been something Yan Song prides himself on. He has always firmly believed that he is:
A loyal minister who is loyal to the king and loves the people.
A person who is kind, righteous, courteous and wise.
A husband who is devoted to his wife.
A father who dotes on his children.
It is precisely because of this that I, Yan Song, have cultivated Haoran's righteousness and can write such Haoran's righteous calligraphy.
