After the sacrifice, the imperial chariot returned from Tianshou Mountain and once again stayed at the Nanshahe Courtyard.
Everything was as usual, except this time Zhu Yijun found an excuse, saying that Gao Pragmatic's sacrificial words were deeply appreciated by me, and he specially gave me two altars of imperial wine, ten sections of fresh lotus root, and a four-character imperial letter "blaming Chen Shan", ordering Gao Pragmatic to return. The Beijing decoration is mounted and provided in the mansion.
Gao pragmatic immediately wrote a poem to remember it, the poem goes
The dragon paper depicts the sun and stars, and the algae in the sky hang down from the top.
I have been looking into the Holy Yun in the Hengjing for a long time, and I received Kui Zhang for accepting his teachings.
Lang Han wanted to see the movement of the immortal platform, but he was surprised to hear the fragrance of imperial ink in his room.
Confucianism accepts kindness and luck, and it is extraordinary to accompany people to bed.
Zhu Yijun was overjoyed to hear the news and went to the small courtyard where Gao Pingshi lived to "discuss the poems".
Of course, whether it was giving a calligraphy or replying to a poem, it was all a deliberate move between the two classmates, and it was nothing more than finding a reason for Zhu Yijun to take people to the Gao pragmatic courtyard.
After all, if Gao Pingshi went to see Zhu Yijun, he would have to go in and meet him by himself, which would not achieve his goal. Only when Zhu Yijun came to see Gao Pragmatic could he bring a bunch of people with him.
Although the four important ministers may secretly be jealous of Gao Pragmatic's close relationship with the emperor, they would not doubt their relationship.
However, the talk about discussing Ci and Chapters is not completely false. Gao Pragmatic did discuss Ci and Chapters with Zhu Yijun in the small courtyard, but the book boy he brought today was not Cao Ke, but Hou Gongchen who made a temporary guest appearance.
Among the eunuchs Zhu Yijun brought with him, there was one who was pretending to be the third princess Zhu Yao'e.
Oh, in fact, the fourth princess Zhu Yaoyu also came. The emperor said that she also wanted to see what her future brother-in-law looked like, and wanted to give her sister a reference.
Although Gao Xiang is very utilitarian in this life and spends 99% of his time on writing, he has written too many eight-part essays, and any style of writing is not a problem. There is no problem in discussing the words and chapters, and in order to provide Hou Gongchen creates opportunities for performance, and Gao pragmatically gives him the opportunity.
It was almost dusk, and the poems and lyrics were quite meaningful. Zhu Yijun and Gao Pingshi were sitting opposite each other in the hall, with Chen Ju and Hou Gongchen standing beside them. The two princesses dressed as little eunuchs were waiting not far away.
At this time, there was a peach tree in the courtyard, which was about to reach the end of its flowering period. Gao Pingshi smiled and said, "Trying Luo Shang under the small peach branches, the butterfly powder fights for the fragrance. The moon flattened the grass, half of the face was red makeup. The wind suddenly warmed, the sun At the beginning of growth, there are hanging willows. A pair of dancing swallows, thousands of flying flowers, and the setting sun is all over the ground."
Zhu Yijun chuckled, "Your metaphor is wrong, a pair of dancing swallows."
Gao Pingshi pointed to a pair of swallows in the courtyard and said, "Early summer is the time when swallows are flying. I don't mean anything else. This is not a metaphor."
Zhu Yijun rolled his eyes, "I'm sorry you don't dare." Then he said, "Who is the lady who is trying on Luo Shang under this little peach branch?"
Gao pragmatic shook his head and said, "It's just a fairy in a dream."
Zhu Yijun laughed, "How can I pity the people in front of me when I can't ask for the fairy in my dream?" Then he looked towards where his two sisters were standing.
These two "little eunuchs" were a bit outrageous, actually whispering to each other. After listening to the emperor brother's words, the two of them looked at Hou Gongchen for a while. The third princess's face was basically calm, but slightly red, but the fourth princess was saying something to her.
Hou Gongchen was a little nervous, but although he was quite serious, he lacked some quick wits, so he was in a bit of a dilemma when he was asked to compose an impromptu poem.
Gao pragmatic saw his embarrassment, thought for a while, and said to Zhu Yijun, "The word "chen" was just written casually, and it has no deep meaning. The emperor does not need to take it seriously. Do you have any old poems about Zhi that you can use to take a look? .”
When he heard that the old work was fine, Hou Gongchen breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I wrote about Jingwei once."
Jingwei's ambition to reclaim the sea is good, my friend.
Gao pragmatic laughed and said, "Yinlai."
Hou Gongchen coughed slightly, cleared his throat, and said, "The north wind is blowing across the sky and the earth, and there are birds chirping in the empty forest. The ambition is long, the wings are short, and the rocks in the mouth are floating and sinking. The mountains are getting higher every day, and the sea is getting deeper. , stretching the neck to vibrate the mournful sound. Hard work is nothing but self-reliance, and whoever is generous has a heart that flows eastward and the waves pass away, and the past and present are made possible by hard work."
Of course, Gao Pragmatic would like to applaud him, clapped his hands and praised, "What a hard-working person who is self-reliant and generous. The ambition to conquer the world is the long-lasting ambition. This so-called perseverance and perseverance is the root of the ancient sages who achieved great things."
Zhu Yijun mused, "Although there is perseverance, it is too painful and has lost some youthful spirit." However, he had only seen the pitiful appearance of the tenants in Shawan Village a few days ago, so he could understand Hou Gongchen's thoughts to some extent.
However, after all, he was a young emperor who was very ambitious and wanted to show his great ambitions and benefit the world forever. Although this poem allowed him to understand Hou Gongchen's determination and perseverance, it always felt a bit boring and he couldn't help but pragmatically said to Gao "Pragmatically, this poem is too depressing. Do you have any more uplifting poems?"
Gao Pingshi didn't have any poems. He only wanted to be an official so that China would not sink. But Zhu Yijun asked, but it was hard to spread his hands and say that Chen Guang was thinking about being an official.
So he thought to himself, "I have been back home for more than a year now, and I did write some before returning to Beijing to take the exam, but it's just too frivolous. I'm afraid it will only make people laugh."
Zhu Yijun laughed and said, "You are the sixth number one scholar. You have been the best for two hundred years, but you are a little frivolous. Who dares to say that you can just talk about it?"
The third and fourth princesses were quietly discussing Hou Gongchen's Jingwei. When they heard that Gao Pingshi had written "frivolous" poems, they couldn't help but become curious. They stopped the discussion together and pricked up their ears to listen. The masterpiece of Six Number One Scholars.
Gao pragmatically saw that Zhu Yijun really wanted to ask, so he had no choice but to feel sorry for Duke Li Wenzhong. He smiled bitterly and said, "My husband held the Wu hook with only one hand, and his spirit was higher than that of Baichilou. Who has made history in the past ten thousand years to find a prince from 8,000 miles away." I am determined to be swift and follow the road. How can I have the leisure to chase the water? The gull smiles and points to the moon beside the Lugou Bridge. From now on, a few people will arrive in Yingzhou."
When Zhu Yijun heard this, he slapped the table and said, "Okay, this is not a young man's arrogance. It is clearly a young man's spirit. This is the courage that the sixth number one scholar should have. He deserves to be the Wenquxing who asked me to personally write elixirs."
The two princesses over there were also swayed when they heard this. Their eyes met, but at the same time they saw a hint of loneliness hidden in each other's eyes, and they both sighed softly.
Zhu Yijun did not pay attention to the expressions of his sisters. He was still immersed in admiration and laughed and said, "You have really arrived in Yingzhou now. However, who has been pragmatic and pragmatic in the past ten thousand years traveling eight thousand miles away? You are a civil servant. Although it is difficult to make you a marquis, it is not impossible. In the future, you will pacify the barbarians for me. Not to mention making you a marquis, even the Duke of the country may not be able to say so today. If there is such a thing in the future, I will never break my promise."
The Tubarbarians are the left-wing Mongolia, the so-called seat of the Mongolian and Yuan Dynasties, and they have been the sworn enemies of the Ming Dynasty for two hundred years. In Zhu Yijun's view, if he could defeat the barbarians, this achievement was indeed not worthy of a marquis, but worthy of a duke. Moreover, if such a great achievement was truly achieved with high pragmatism, the whole court would not have much to say.
After all, the Jurchens at this time were still very honest, and even if other border troubles were added together, they were far less important in the hearts of the Ming Dynasty and the outside world than the Mongolian native barbarians.
In his heart, Gao Pingshi actually did not regard the barbarians as life-or-death enemies, but after the emperor said so, he had to cooperate to brighten the atmosphere, so he smiled and handed over his hands to thank him, "The emperor has an order, how dare I disobey it? I am just an official now." As a historian, when he is in his position, he should first complete the compilation to plan his affairs. As for the Tuman, it is up to the emperor and the senior ministers to plan the strategy."
Zhu Yijun smiled and said, "You are being cautious, but these words are not as spirited as those of the young man before. Didn't I agree that my husband would hook Wu with just one hand? His spirit is higher than that of Bai Chi Lou."
As he said this, the emperor and his ministers looked at each other and laughed together.
