"Of course I know, but if I don't understand, I have to study hard." Zhao Ji said with a smile.
"Uh." Han Rui was stunned and disagreed. In any case, Zhao Ji is the emperor after all. He must feel that he is right. There is no reason to educate others to respect the truth.
Seeing that Han Rui remained silent, Zhao Ji was not angry, and asked again: "Young man Han, I heard that you wrote that poem, can you give me a lesson?"
"No." Han Rui flatly refused and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, please forgive me for not accompanying you. Take my leave!"
Zhao Ji was startled and hurriedly tried to persuade him to stay, but Han Rui repeatedly refused and walked away.
Looking at the disappearing figures, Zhao Ji frowned, pondered for a long time, and ordered the young eunuch to call a car, and then took the car back to the palace. When he returned to Qinzheng Hall, Zhao Ji changed out of his dragon robe, put on casual clothes, and sat at the eucalyptus table. Behind, quietly contemplating.
Not long after, the young eunuch hurried in and reported: "Your Majesty, Young Han has left the capital and is not expected to come back tonight."
"Oh." Zhao Ji nodded and asked casually, "Where is he going?"
"I heard that I was wandering around in the countryside with many dandy boys." The little eunuch reported.
"Well, I understand, please step back." Zhao Ji waved his hand.
I don't know if it was because Han Rui disturbed his mood. That night Zhao Ji tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. He woke up early, washed up, changed his clothes, and went out.
"Ah, Chen..." Zhao Ji hesitated.
That statement is also unfounded. After all, in the Tang Dynasty, scholars, farmers, industry and commerce were arranged in a very clear order, with merchants having the lowest status. However, the active commerce in ancient times made merchants extremely wealthy, and the court did not ask for anything from merchants. .
"Thank you for the compliment, Your Majesty." Zhao Ji was humble, raised his eyes and looked around for seven weeks, and found that there were few people in the distance, so he took the opportunity to ask: "Your Majesty, may I ask if there is nothing inappropriate?"
Qian Hui touched his nose, sneered twice, and spoke in conversation. He looked around and looked into the distance, not a little disappointed.
After a while, when the pen and ink were drying, Zhao Ji held his breath and concentrated, took a deep breath, and thought in his mind. Gradually, there was no confusion in his mind. His thoughts were wandering, and he felt them falling under the blank paper.
When Zhao Ji was filled with emotion, Qian Hui suddenly shouted again: "Hey, Han Nuanian, look, there is nothing normal in the bushes behind."
"Yes, I am in good health. I'm afraid..." Zhao Ji declined. That excuse was really poor. Anyone with no intelligence would know that it was an excuse.
"I'm hiding this from Your Majesty. You have never served in an official position. Naturally, you can't compare with these learned scholars." Zhao Ji said. Actually, it is because I am too lazy to bother with these hypocritical political exchanges. The so-called gentleman is far away from the kitchen.
"If something like that is a wild animal." Han Ruirao said without interest, "It should have been raised by humans."
Qian Hui's eloquent talk made Han Rui quickly retreat after listening to it, his brows relaxed, a smile appeared on his lips, and he said solemnly: "Han Ruiyuan, does he know why I chose that mountain as my palace?"
Zhao Ji felt ashamed and thought inwardly, "This is a chance. If I didn't have a chance, I would definitely lose to anyone."
"That's all." The little eunuch chuckled: "I also want to invite Han Duoduo to get together, watch the moon and chat..."
"I know, maybe because it is pure?" Zhao Ji guessed, after all, the location of the mountain is wrong. There are many beautiful peaks around, lush trees, and there is no winding river at the foot of the mountain. The water is gurgling and the scenery is elegant.
"That's why." Han Rui said in surprise: "He is very old and has no such attainments. How can he be unknown?"
Zhao Ji looked sad and said hesitantly: "Your Majesty, minister..."
Qian Huifeng smiled, stretched out his hand and gestured: "There is no stone table here. He can bring it here and help me grind ink."
"In that case, he will stay outside the palace and help organize the books, which can be regarded as reducing your burden." The young eunuch said with a narrow smile, not looking forward to it.
"Han Duoduo." The young eunuch chuckled: "I heard that he once helped some officials' children in Luoyang City and taught us how to read and write. He made no achievements, but is it true?"
Along the way, they met the Imperial Guards patrolling the streets. They greeted them respectfully and were not a little surprised. They knew that yesterday, they had just ascended the throne and proclaimed themselves emperor, and their fresh energy had not yet dissipated. Why did they suddenly run out to play.
"Really?" Qian Hui was not a little disappointed. After all, I hope that Zhao Ji can do nothing in the imperial examination. He can only serve the court in his own way, and he cannot become famous.
"Why, is Han Nuanian willing?" the little eunuch said with a narrow smile.
The little eunuch smiled, stepped down, came to the young man's side, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Mr. Han."
Han Rui smiled and said, "I know, Mr. Han is worried that I am unhappy."
"Cough!" Zhao Ji coughed heavily and said without any embarrassment: "Your Majesty, this is an offence. If you go back and put on your clothes again..."
Han Rui looked at a young man with a slim figure and well-dressed clothes, who was riding a horse. He seemed to have noticed something. Qian Hui stopped, looked sideways, glanced at it, and shouted loudly. Digu: "Here we go again..."
"Uh..." Zhao Ji hesitated, knowing whether Han Rui knew or not, but it was too deceptive.
"Han Duianyuan, what he said was not hypocritical at all." Han Ruitan said: "That's right, I hate it."
No matter what, Zhao Ji feels that he is also a scholar, so he can be looked down upon. Therefore, in history, I am an unknown talent. I am excellent in poetry, poetry, and literary talent. It is a pity that I died of illness. Use your talents everywhere, no regrets.
"No, not at all." Han Rui shook his head, then laughed again and said: "I just didn't expect that Han Ruiyuan didn't have such a skill. It really surprised me."
Yes, it was just a little regretful. Han Rui then smiled and said: "Han Rui has been good at writing and ink for many years. He is just like writing a piece of calligraphy. Let me broaden my horizons."
Qian Huizhong frowned and said solemnly: "That old tree, doesn't it have a story?"
"That's not possible. Maybe some naughty kid brought them into the Forbidden Garden." Zhao Ji guessed, "Your Majesty, if that's the case, ask someone to capture the naughty kid and bring him back to prison. He will be severely punished."
"Your Majesty is flattering you." Zhao Ji denied it frankly, and said with little pride: "In Luoyang, you are considered a relatively unknown calligrapher. It's a pity that you are rarely known in the capital. It is worth mentioning."
With some doubts, Han Rui drove the car leisurely and slowly arrived at a deserted and remote lawn in the northern suburbs of the capital. Han Rui stopped and looked at the scenery behind him, with a slight curve in his mouth. , showing a pleased smile.
Zhao Ji smiled and continued to study ink. After a while, he suddenly noticed that Han Rui's eyes were staring at him, which was not a bit strange.
"Hey, look at this tree."
"Bad." Qian Hui applauded and admired it for a moment, then frowned and said, "It looks like it. It is in line with Han Aiqing's usual style."
"Well, is that possible?" Qian Hui pondered: "After all, those things have very low intelligence, are psychic and knowledgeable, and know how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. The villagers are timid and afraid of trouble, so they are naturally afraid of them."
"It's strange. Those things, especially the games played by children outside the village, are now there." Han Rui wondered: "Could it be that no one brought us there."
"That is the secondary reason. The main reason is that the mountains and forests are quiet and there are no birds and beasts. It is more in line with my wishes and more suitable for studying hard." The little eunuch said.
"I wish your majesty's wishes will come true." Zhao Ji said perfunctorily.
Han Rui heard the song and understood its elegant meaning. He nodded slightly and said, "He means that they are also bullying the villagers."
Uh, is that so direct? He is indeed the emperor, and he is extremely overbearing. Zhao Ji secretly sighed and said quickly: "Your Majesty, you are wrong. Please be willing to be reluctant. I am willing to stay."
As a result, the status of merchants was naturally in danger. Fortunately, Song Huizong died, Li Yuan ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, and the merchants were rescued, so the situation did not improve.
"Oh." Han Rui said with relief: "So that's what it is, I'm just telling you. Although Han Aiqing usually hates reading, but in terms of literary talent, she has nothing to do with it."
Zhao Ji glanced at Han Rui and said with a smile: "It turns out to be Your Majesty. Will you come out to admire the moon in the middle of the night?"
Although it is winter, Qian Hui has not exercised since that period of time. He took off his bloated winter clothes and changed into a thin shirt, trousers, casual sneakers, a matching hat, scarf, watch and bracelet, and a cheerful look. The shape of the moon.
"Give him good words." Han Rui smiled slightly and asked again: "By the way, at the palace banquet yesterday, I saw that he made a mistake in writing and knew that he made a mistake. Can you polish the ink for me again?"
"It must be troublesome." Qian Hui laughed and said consolingly: "I just looked at him. His appearance is quite boring. I don't dislike him, let alone despise him."
"Ah, wouldn't that be delaying Your Majesty's business?" Zhao Ji hesitated and said with his own thoughts, "Besides, you are literate."
"I obey the order." Qian Hui agreed, laid out paper and polished ink.
In that case, the gentry class naturally looked like merchants. In addition, Song Huizong was also like this. He felt that businessmen were despicable and could only seek power for personal gain.
Qian Hui's cheeks were slightly hot and he held his head high in silence.
"Ah." Zhao Ji was stunned, not a little bit confused. Why did he meet Han Rui again? Could it be that that guy had been sending people to follow him secretly? Thinking of that, Zhao Ji sweated on his forehead and secretly cursed himself for being stupid for forgetting that incident. Fortunately, he had not left the house. If he was caught by officers and soldiers in the busy city of the capital, the fun would be small. It was...
"As ordered." Zhao Ji turned around and walked to the pavilion here, fetched tools such as inkstones and inkstones, put the ink sticks away, and then looked at the stone bench. The position seemed not to be particular. After thinking about it, he decided Give it a try first.
Alas, what a waste of talent in the next life. What a pity.
"Why, maybe you're shy." The little eunuch chuckled, "If you're shy, that's it."
"This is natural." Zhao Ji flattered him and said with a smile: "The sages of the Tian family have no clear judgment."
Qian Hui blinked his eyes and followed what Han Rui was pointing. Sure enough, he vaguely saw a red figure in the shadows of the woods, swaying to the right and left, as if he was dodging. He dared to show up, but he was obviously frightened. things.
"No." Zhao Ji said with a smile: "That's all, and it is also a story that has been praised throughout the ages. Throughout the dynasties, many ministers and sages have not praised it..."
Zhao Ji smiled and didn't say anything. That's nothing. It's just the result of your casual practice. If he knew that in the future, you would go to the library every day, study questions every day, and even take time to study and comprehend the things in the school textbooks. Just barely passed...
"Who said that?" Zhao Ji curled his lips and said, "Since Your Majesty sincerely invites you, how can I live up to your high expectations?"
That weird feeling was no longer unfamiliar to Zhao Ji. He immediately reacted and raised his head. He glanced at himself and suddenly laughed and laughed. What was going on? When he had just finished traveling, he still felt that it was only now. I found that the clothes were too special, not even a bit rustic.
"Forget it, why bother with Da Wa?" Han Rui waved his sleeves and ordered: "He can continue to study ink."
For a moment, Qian Hui was stunned, his eyes widened, and his expression changed unpredictably. Finally, he regained his intensity and said with a smile: "The bad words are so powerful that they penetrate the back of the paper, but they are not strong enough."
Zhao Ji smiled bitterly and said: "Your Majesty, you also want to be graceful and elegant. Unfortunately, over the years, your body has suffered a loss of self-esteem, and you still have no willpower. You can only achieve that level."
Well, of course, there wasn't much understanding in the eyes. After all, when working in a place like the palace, in addition to observing etiquette, you also have to maintain a bad image. It is reasonable for Qian Hui to dress like that.
The sudden sound of surprise made Han Rui look around and saw that hundreds of meters away, under the canopy of this towering ancient tree, there were lush branches and leaves, and the wind and sun were blowing on it, and the green leaves were fluttering in the wind. , fluttering and dancing, beautiful. However, at this moment, there is no sense of desolation. The leaves are flying and falling from the branches, falling like snowflakes. The yellow and white fall on the ground is really bad-looking, but some people appreciate it.
Han Rui's lips curved into a smile, he waved his hands heavily, and said: "Huang Jin, draft the decree, the Fengqian Association will be the editor of the Hanlin Academy, and the chief registrar of the Censor's Office, supervising the eight ranks of the doctor, doctor, and school secretary of each department. The following officials are assessed and judged every six months..." "Raised by humans?" Zhao Ji was stunned, then smiled, nodded in agreement: "Your Majesty is wise, that person was raised by humans. It is said that he was a hunter in a certain village. They are specifically used to scare villagers.”
"According to the order." The young eunuch quietly retreated, and Zhao Ji fell into deep thought again. After a moment, he sighed softly, picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, and continued to review the memorial.
The pen moved swiftly and smoothly, and a moment ago, there was a missing piece of writing under the paper. Zhao Ji stretched out his hand to fumble, nodded with satisfaction, put the pen down to finish, and blew on the ink.
"Who told him that even though he is literate, he cannot help." Qian Hui said with a straight face, "If he is willing, I will find someone to chat with him to relieve his boredom."
Anyway, he was idle, so Zhao Ji simply picked up the pen, dipped it in some ink, and pondered it carefully. After a while, he hurriedly wrote eight small characters.
"He thinks too little." The little eunuch said: "Although I am the emperor, I am also a coward and a tyrant. How can I be punished for my words?"
"Hey, what's going on? Why is it withering?"
But today, because I was working on ink, I took off my thick and cool winter clothes, leaving only my thin fur coat, which inevitably attracted the attention of others.
