"Liu Yingqiu, a bachelor at the Hanlin Academy!"
This minister is a young old man, fifty years old, from the fifth rank. Emperor Wanli remembered it after hearing his introduction. It seems that he was transferred to Nanjing in the eleventh year of Wanli and came back in the eighteenth year. This seems to be the case.
"It's you, I seem to have some impression..."
"I believe that although the Taoist priest has made great contributions to rescuing the driver, he cannot be given the post of Director of the Imperial Academy!"
The little old man Liu Yingqiu said: "What the Imperial Academy teaches is the way of saints, and Taoist Master Ji is a Taoist. Although Confucianism and Taoism have something in common, they cannot be confused. I talk about human affairs, he talks about the way of heaven, I talk about running a country, he wants to do nothing, Your Majesty This kind of behavior is like asking a cow to lead a flock of sheep! It looks similar, but in fact it is very different."
Emperor Wanli: "I will give him an official title. There are two places in the Imperial College. If I add another one, I will not let him actually teach those students. There is nothing wrong with it."
At this time, the eunuch Tian Yi seemed to remember something and quietly reported it to Emperor Wanli.
After Emperor Wanli listened, he glanced at the three pavilion elders again, and after communicating with their eyes, he understood.
"Liu Yingqiu...I heard that you got an order from the cabinet a few days ago and you are going to the Imperial College to serve as a sacrificial wine?"
The little old man almost slapped his thigh... He spoke carelessly.
Emperor Wanli was obviously unhappy. His next sentence was almost like "pay your wages to the household department tomorrow and then don't come." However, Emperor Wanli was a shameless person, so he would not say this openly, otherwise Nor would he have fought with civil servants for eleven years over the matter of establishing a crown prince, and ended up being autistic for nine years.
The little old man would not give up, so he said at this time: "I want to take up the post of Imperial College to offer wine, so naturally I can't let any problems arise in my position as Secretary. If Your Majesty really wants to reward me with the official position of Imperial College, can you allow me to take the exam?"
Emperor Wanli looked at the little old man: "Okay, what you said makes sense, then you can take the test."
The emperor sat up straight.
Now that the venue is ready for you, let's start your performance.
Ji Xiang was standing next to the two pavilion elders, maintaining an awkward but polite smile. He felt troublesome when he was suddenly called out.
It's true that working in the Forbidden City... is boring and annoying.
Ji Xiang's silence made the little old man very happy: "Why didn't the Taoist Master say a word? Do you not understand or are you not afraid? Are you waiting for me to ask the question? If you are ready, I will ask."
Of course Ji Xiang didn't know what the other party was going to ask, so he said in advance:
"I am still young, and I have never taken any academic exams. I really don't know much about the Four Books and Five Classics. I only know a little bit about it. Please be merciful."
The little old man became energetic, and this time he was bound to show off in front of Emperor Wanli, who had not been in court for many years, to deepen his impression:
"It is of course as difficult as climbing to the sky for a monk like you to write eight essays. The words and thoughts of my Confucian sage have spanned the ages and spanned the Spring and Autumn Period. You are like a stream and cannot see the river and the sea. How can you understand it? I will not test you on these."
"But as the director of the Imperial College, you must be able to compose poetry, right?"
Ji Xiang thought for a moment and nodded: "I understand a little bit."
The little old man nodded: "That's fine. Poetry can best reflect a person's literary talent and is also the most straightforward."
"Since you, the Imperial College Secretary, are a senior official of the fourth rank, and His Majesty wants to create one, even though you have no real rights, the reputation of the Imperial College cannot be lost in the hands of an old man, in case you don't know how to do anything. Don’t you feel comfortable if others laugh at you if you still hold this position?”
"So, even if you don't care about anything, you must at least be able to compose poetry. If you really can't, just say a few words and let your majesty judge."
The surrounding ministers also whispered to each other and nodded frequently, indicating that this is fair. If you don't know how to do stereotyped writing, I will test you on poetry.
Ji Xiang thought about it and thought it was OK, so he asked, "I wonder what your Majesty's requirements for this poem are?"
"What do you want? Your Majesty returns to the court today. Our Ming Dynasty... everything is undergoing innovation! How about you write a poem with the title 'New', but no new words are allowed in the poem?"
The little old man thinks he has asked a profound question. It seems simple, but I will give you a trick:
Ji Xiang just heard the little old man gasping for breath, and thought he was going to say that I will be invincible tomorrow...
"Let Pindao think about it for a moment."
Ji Xiang slowly chewed on the little old man's question.
As for poetry, I have many predecessors. After all, it is a complete collection of scriptures about walking in human form. He is also a great cultural person. But writing it on the spot is not as fast as copying poems. Anyway, there is a Qing Dynasty behind the Ming Dynasty, so just copy it. It's done.
Emperor Wanli was stimulated by the reform of everything, and Emperor Wanli returned to court. At this time, Ji Xiang's heart somehow thought of Lord Huo's words.
How miserable the people are in this world. Above the court, the princes, princes and ministers, and the Emperor Mingguang, cannot understand. Could everything in the Ming Dynasty be renewed in the last dynasty?
They may know the following situation, but what does it have to do with them? After all, there are only a few people who are willing to cast their gaze below, and most of them are obsessed with party strife.
Thinking about it this way, Lord Huo feels that destroying the old world and reopening the Sun and Moon Heaven is a new one... It's not completely unreasonable. Isn't it just a matter of reopening the Sun and Moon Heaven?
Ji Xiang didn't think about these things and skipped this topic directly.
I am no longer a human being, no matter what I do, the world of gods and ghosts has its own course.
However, it was also at this time that a dusty short poem gradually emerged from Ji Xiang's memory and came to mind.
The entire dynasty was full of civil and military officials, and they were full of mundane words.
The emperors of the Five Dynasties were in a state of confusion.
The Ming Dynasty fell in Chongzhen, the real one fell in Wanli, and the first fell in Jiajing. The Ming Empire will collapse into dust in a few decades. But now that Emperor Wanli has returned to the throne and Ming Guangzong has disappeared, a different future may be born.
It's the right moment, just the right scene.
At the beginning, he took a step and made a thud. On the big stone floor tiles, the sound was clear and echoed in front of Fengtian Gate for a long time.
"The Ming Dynasty must have an opportunity for change."
Looking at the Forbidden City with red walls, the morning sun fills the sky, everything wakes up, and the sky is bright. Suddenly, I feel a sense of heroism and emotion, rushing into my heart. The blue clouds and white sun are like changing winds and thunderstorms. Come from afar.
The ministers saw that Ji Xiang had finished thinking, and they all waited without saying a word. In front of Fengtian Gate, no one spoke, the birds did not sing, and you could hear the drop of a needle.
Ji Xiang took another step, looking from the sky to the ground, with a slight sigh:
“It’s sad that Kyushu relies on wind and thunder to make it angry, and thousands of horses stand in silence together.”
As soon as the first two lines of the poem were spoken, the eyes of many courtiers moved.
Just these two lines of poetry can show your level. This is not random writing, it is prepared, this is not some doggerel, it is the real thing!
Many people looked at Ji Xiang with a slight change in their eyes. Even the little old man Liu Yingqiu narrowed his eyes.
Ji Xiang looked at the ministers, as if from the sky to the earth, from the distance of the mountains and rivers to the temple, and then took another step...and another step. After taking two steps, the next two sentences were completed in one go:
"I urge God to cheer up and send talents of any kind!"
