Chen Kan has always taken things like integrity very lightly.
So after plagiarizing the masterpiece of the great literary scholar, Chen Kan took another piece of paper and continued to write the six characters "Mid-Autumn Moon·Mid-Autumn Moon" on the paper.
This poem was written by Xu Youzhen, a traitor from the Yingzong period of Jingtai to Chenghua years.
Xu Youzhen's character is terrible, but her lyrics are still good.
Chen Kan had no psychological burden for plagiarizing him.
Writing the name of this little poem on the paper, Chen Kan nodded with satisfaction, "Very good, from now on, "Martial Arts Collection" is mine."
Naturally, the ministers didn't know that Chen Kan had completed a shameless copying of the text in silence.
What they saw was a confident young man with a faint smile on his lips, swaying freely on the white rice paper.
He is a boy!
The young man has his mountains and seas, his numerous mountain shadows, and his thousands of miles of waves.
If you can, give him the wind, give him the desert, and give him the sky. It is the unfettered wind, the desert that can rain heavily, and the sky that is covered with stars.
"What a young man."
Gradually, some ministers stopped writing and turned their attention to the calm-looking young man.
They seemed to see themselves when they were young, with the same high spirits and high spirits.
When Chen Kan dropped his last moon sign, the sandalwood in the center of the hall had just burned out.
Just right.
"time up!"
The palace servants' sharp voices sounded, and several chamberlains took away the rice paper in front of the ministers without saying a word.
Zhu Di's personal eunuch made a brief distinction, put three-quarters of the white paper aside, and then handed the paper with the content to Zhu Di without saying a word.
The lottery came from Zhu Di, so he would be the judge, so the officials would naturally have no objections.
Zhu Di looked at the homework that had lost three-quarters of its weight in an instant and didn't care much. He also knew that not everyone had this quick wit.
He wants ministers to govern the country, not to write poems to make him happy. If he can't write them, he can't write them.
As for whether the ministers who handed over the blank papers felt ashamed or not, that was not something Zhu Di should consider.
"The moon has returned to the clouds, towards the edge of the mountain, and I have been sleeping on a cool pillow for a long time. Who should be condemned together..."
"Good words, but unfortunately, the text is not relevant."
"Don't forget to leave me lightly, I will send you back to the east of Wuzhou."
"It's a bit pretentious to ask for the full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival..."
"Mo Yan's thoughts have nowhere to go, so he sends them to the White Jade Capital in the sky."
"This is a good sentence..."
Zhu Di read the poems on the paper one by one, and couldn't help but read out loud when he saw the outstanding poems.
"Huh?"
Zhu Di suddenly let out a sigh.
The ministers craned their necks instantly.
In particular, the ministers who had written poems were looking forward to their own works, which surprised Zhu Di.
"The Mid-Autumn Moon. The moon is bright and clear in the Mid-Autumn Festival. It is bright and clear, you know how many moons there are, and the clouds and sunny days are waxing and waning.
There is no need to talk about the waxing and waning of clouds and sunshine, and we are happy to have a good time in the world. It's a good time, I hope you can see the Mid-Autumn Festival every year. "
"It's actually a variation of "Recalling Qin'e". What's even more rare is that it has a lofty intention and the words are chosen appropriately!"
Seeing this little poem, Zhu Di murmured to himself, and suddenly became interested.
I didn't expect that my daughter's impromptu proposal to write a poem for an exam would be such an unexpected joy.
The ministers looked at the surprised expression on Zhu Di's face and felt itchy in their hearts like a kitten scratching.
However, Zhu Di read it very quietly, and they couldn't hear what Zhu Di read at all.
Some ministers were so anxious that they almost asked Zhu Di if he was surprised by his work.
Zhu Di didn't let everyone wait for too long. He handed the rice paper to Fang Xiaoru and said, "This is a good song about the Mid-Autumn Moon. Please circulate it to all the ministers."
When Fang Xiaoru read the entire poem, a look of surprise flashed through his eyes, and then he shook his head and said, "This little poem is probably the leader of the night."
After saying that, he handed the rice paper to Mu Sheng.
Mu Sheng just took a cursory glance and said with a smile: "Wei Chen agrees with what Mr. Fang said."
The curiosity of the ministers was instantly aroused by the two civil and military leaders.
As Mu Sheng handed the rice paper to the ministers, the ministers gradually began to whisper to each other, guessing who wrote the poem.
Many people subconsciously looked at Chen Kan, but they felt a little ridiculous in their hearts. Why should an eighteen-year-old boy?
When the ministers circulated this poem, Zhu Di continued to read the rest of the poems.
It's just that there is no other song that can make him feel bright.
There was only the last piece of paper left on the table, and Zhu Di took it casually. However, he had already given up hope, but after seeing the content on the paper, his eyes suddenly widened.
"Pa~"
Zhu Di suddenly slapped his hand on the table, causing all the ministers to look at him in shock.
I saw the suppressed ecstasy on Zhu Di's face, as if he was about to reach a climax!
"This...what's going on, Your Majesty?"
The ministers who were still discussing the little poem "Mid-Autumn Moon" were confused. Looking at His Majesty's expression, why did it sound like he suddenly had diarrhea when he was constipated?
Is that the ultimate comfort?
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Zhu Di suddenly laughed and said: "I thought that finding pearls and jade would be enough to surprise me, but I didn't expect to find a luminous pearl. Okay, okay, okay!"
Zhu Di said three good words in a row, which clearly shows how good his mood is now.
"Fang Qing, what do you think of this poem?"
Zhu Di handed the rice paper to Fang Xiaoru with a smile on his face. Fang Xiaoru took it and stroked his beard and started reading.
But the next second, Fang Xiaoru almost pulled off his beard.
After reading the entire poem, Fang Xiaoru suddenly raised his hands to Zhu Di and said congratulations: "Congratulations to Your Majesty, your country has been raising scholars for thirty years, and you can finally get this splendid medal. I can look forward to the foundation of the prosperous Ming Dynasty."
"Hahaha...it's so..."
Zhu Di stroked his inch-long beard and laughed so hard that his little tongue trembled.
Meeting the courtier's gaze, Zhu Di smiled and said: "Fang Qing, circulating it is too time-consuming, why don't you come and recite it for everyone, how about this song Nian Nujiao, which has a lot of legacy from the Song Dynasty?"
Fang Xiaoru cupped his hands and said, "I'm so lucky!"
The ministers are really curious at this moment. Looking at the appearance of His Majesty and Master Fang, could it be that there is a famous story that has appeared in the world?
Fang Xiaoru didn't hesitate, cleared her throat, and said slowly in a deep baritone voice: "Nian Nujiao, Mid-Autumn Festival to the moon."
Upon hearing the song Nian Nujiao, a song from the Song Dynasty, the ministers instantly fell silent.
They wanted to see what level Nian Nujiao was able to make Zhu Di and Fang Xiaoru lose their composure at the same time.
Fang Xiaoru continued to read in a melodious voice: "Osmanthus flowers and jade fill the streets in the first month, and the night is as cold as washing. The wind blows and my eyebrows are as cold as my bones. I am in the Crystal Palace. The dragons are squatting, the temples are lofty, and the misty music is boiling. The frost is blooming. The ground is full, wanting to fly across the colorful clouds."
After reading the first half of the poem, Fang Xiaoru's voice suddenly stopped.
But the ministers who had listened intoxicated suddenly became anxious, and they couldn't even care about the difference in status.
He urged: "Master Fang, where is the second half of the palace?"
