After eating a meal at the military camp, Wang Guoguang felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach, which made a rumbling sound.
For fear of making a fool of himself, while the emperor was changing clothes outside the tent, he and several other civil servants were led by Qi Jiguang's soldiers and trotted all the way to the camp toilet for convenience.
The collective toilet in the summer had a devastating mental blow to Wang Guangguang and others. When they came out of it, they were all in bad shape. He thought to himself: "Fortunately, I have never led a soldier in my life, otherwise I wouldn't be able to bear this thing alone."
When we returned to Qi Jiguang's tent, the weather was not right and it was the hottest time of the day. The soldiers on the playground have all returned to camp at this time and have had lunch and rest.
The armpits of the official robe Wang Guoguang was wearing were soaked through. Seeing two basins of ice placed next to the emperor, he was secretly happy. He quickly returned to the first position on the civil servants' side and squeezed Tan Lun who was enjoying the cold air next to him. Go down one.
At this moment, there was no wind at all. Although the more than ten roller blinds on the edge of the big tent were down, it was still stuffy inside. Tao Dalin suffered from heart palpitations. He kept fanning the gold folding fan in his hand. His face was still pale from the heat, and his forehead was wet with sweat.
Zhu Yijun saw that everyone was extremely hot and was afraid that some might suffer from heatstroke, so he gave Wei Chao a wink. The Wei Dynasty took the order and asked the inner prison outside the tent to bring in more than a dozen ice basins, and then sent them iced sour plum soup for everyone to relieve the heat.
Zhu Yijun took a sip of the chilled sour plum soup and said, "I didn't expect that the weather would be so hot, but we couldn't move. Dear sirs, do you have any sympathy for the suffering of the soldiers who are guarding the border, fighting, and training at this time?"
Wang Guoguang looked at Tao Dalin and said to himself that the emperor wants to educate you in the Hanlin Academy today.
He had a good relationship with Tao Dalin, so he deliberately softened his cheeks and coughed lightly and said: "Your Majesty remembered the hardships faced by soldiers in winter and summer, and spoke with kindness and love in one word. As the saying goes, Yao Ren was the master of true sage and enlightenment! Minister, wait My sincere condolences!"
Qi Jiguang listened on the sidelines and said with shame in his heart: "This is an educated person, we can't make such fresh and refined flattery."
Among the ministers present, Wang Guoguang had the highest rank. He raised the clinking teacup in his hand and continued: "Now I am drinking iced drinks and sitting high in the tent, still suffering from the heat. I don't know what is happening on the side wall. What a state the soldiers are in!"
Seeing Zhu Yijun listening and nodding, Wang Guoguang said with a smile: "Your Majesty, since I can't return to the palace for the time being, I have a suggestion: How about we use "Compassion for the Soldiers" as the title and sing a poem here? My dynasty's civilized administration has been brilliant, and it has long been In the Tang Dynasty, today we will not let Li Gongchui's "Compassion for the Farmers" be more beautiful than before."
After Zhu Yijun heard this, he knew that it was Wang Guoguang who was trying to soften the cheeks of the Hanlin Academy. Since time traveling, he has concentrated on seizing power and governing the country. I really have never paid attention to these so-called prime ministers of the Hanlin Academy.
Because of the thinking of later generations, Zhu Yijun never thought that singing poetry and lyrics was an entertainment activity - so he never went to the Hanlin Academy or summoned the Hanlin Academy to present poems and write lyrics. He felt that he might as well play archery if he had the time.
Of course, the important function of the Hanlin Academy is not to write poems and dedications to the emperor. They are equivalent to the combination of the Central Party School and the Academy of Social Sciences in later generations. Hanlin bachelors are divided into many levels and are responsible for court examinations, correcting documents, and consulting on state affairs. They were also engaged in drafting imperial edicts, compiling historical books, and giving lectures on classics and banquets.
In the Ming Dynasty, "the prosperity of the Hanlin Academy was unprecedented in previous generations." The work of Hanlin officials was not heavy, and apart from the compilation of history books, there were no assessments. Hanlin officers still had to continue studying in the Hanlin Academy - which is called nurturing talents and raising hopes.
How did you raise this hope? For example, Luo Wanhua performed well during the emperor's first sutra banquet, and his reputation was increased by ten. During the Grand Review of the Beijing Camp, I showed several skills and my reputation was increased by fifty. Because my performance was a bit loud, my reputation was reduced by another twenty. ——That’s roughly what it means.
Hearing what Wang Guoguang said, all the ministers present looked at Zhu Yijun. Zhu Yijun also wanted to give Grand Bachelor Dongge some face, so he nodded and said yes.
At this time, all the Hanlin officials were shaken off from Dai Xun's depressed mood after being scolded by the emperor. They were like insects ready to stir up after being awakened, rummaging around and talking.
After a while, several Hanlin scholars presented some poems. Zhu Yijun read it and found that it was indeed good, but he couldn't write it anyway.
From ancient times to the present, most of the war poems, mainly border poems, describe generals, and occasionally there are soldiers' expressions, such as "If you rely on the king, don't talk about the matter of making a marquis, a general's achievements will lead to the death of thousands of bones." Those who sympathized with the soldiers also included "The poor bones by the Wuding River, just like the people in the spring boudoir's dream." Such anti-war poems that reflect that soldiers should not fight must not be used today.
Zhu Yijun was present, and what the Hanlin officials were doing was considered "poems written in front of the emperor". First of all, there should be no negative energy: when writing poems for the emperor about soldiers, he would first write a sentence: "Three men garrisoned the city of Ye, one man attached a letter to the emperor, and the second man died in battle." "——It's just that I'm tired of living.
The second requirement is that it must be magnificent, in short, royal. For example, "Report to the king on the golden platform, but I will die for you with the jade dragon." It is both gold and jade dragon, which is called royal style. On the other hand, if a person is sleepless and the general has white hair and his husband is in tears, he still doesn’t want to live a good life.
This kind of propositional poetry tests the poet's ability to adapt to circumstances. Zhu Yijun looked through the poem manuscripts he handed in and saw that Luo Wanhua and Wang Guoguang's writing was outstanding, so he took out two jade pieces from his body and rewarded them. In addition, he promised each person in the Poetry Hanlin Academy twenty taels of silver as a reward.
It was almost the beginning of Youchu when I started to compose poems, comment on them and give them rewards. Zhu Yijun heard the noise on the playground and looked at Qi Jiguang, who nodded to Zhu Yijun.
Zhu Yijun stood up and said with a smile: "The poems written by you are very good, but I don't have a word to match them. However, what this soldier is singing now is exactly what I composed a few days ago. How about we go and listen to it together?"
Wang Guoguang and other ministers looked at each other, really not knowing that the emperor could write lyrics. The emperors of the Ming Dynasty all had poems handed down from generation to generation, but to be honest, their quality was not very good. Only Renzong's "Autumn View of Jianglou", "The falling geese pass by Qianpu, the floating gulls are near the shallow sand" still has some artistic conception, and was highly regarded by civil servants and officials.
Now the emperor's hair has not even grown, yet he actually learns to compose lyrics. Could it be that we are approaching the age where we “force ourselves to talk about our sorrows in order to compose new words”? The ministers chanted the saint's words and speculated in their hearts. They left the military tent and walked to the playground.
After leaving the barracks, I heard people coming and going in the large playground, as if small phalanxes were competing in singing. Not only is the melody sung strange, but it is also very peaceful. In short, it sounds like the soldiers have added some euphemisms to their slogan:
"The emperor set up an iron army and invited men to fight! We dare to fight with steel knives in our hands to kill wild dogs. To join the army, you have to be born, and your parents are in charge of the country. If you want to bleed less in war and sweat more in peacetime..."
The voice is a roar, but because everyone who sings this word has invested all his emotions, what makes the Hanlin official dismissive of the lyrics is a power that directly touches the heart and shakes the soul.
Everyone listened to the phalanx singing: "The emperor gave me clothes, and the people gave me food. I am the first army of the emperor and Ming Dynasty, a hero who kills captives!... Protect my wife and children from humiliation, and protect the security of my country and the country." !”
Wang Guoguang and the Hanlin officials had mixed feelings in their hearts after hearing this. When it comes to the level of this word, there is nothing to say. But any lyrics they write can be sung by actors and singers, and if they are put on this big playground and let these soldiers sing it, there is still no need to say anything.
After the phalanx here finished singing, the voice of the other phalanx started to sing, and they sang: "Every soldier of the Imperial Ming Dynasty must remember the three major disciplines and eight points of attention..."
