"I remember last year on this eve, I was drinking wine in the Pavilion by the creek, and the moonlight clouds came and went. Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were not what I dreamed of yesterday, but in the blink of an eye, the autumn scenery is like this. The green bird comes to the west, Chang'e repays me, and the Taoist period is approaching. I send this message to you and your wife, don't let Guanghan indulge in intoxication. .”
Amid the urging of the ministers, Fang Xiaoru took a deep breath and slowly read out the second half of the sentence.
There was deathly silence in the hall, and all the ministers' eyes widened.
An old minister who had experienced the riots in the former Yuan Dynasty stood up tremblingly and said tremblingly: "One hundred and thirty-three years, a full one hundred and thirty-three years, I, the Han people, finally have a golden voice again... "
There are more than one veteran minister who has experienced the riots of the former Yuan Dynasty. Some people echoed: "This word swept away the violent atmosphere of the former Yuan Dynasty and ushered in the splendor of the prosperous age of the Ming Dynasty. It can be called the leader tonight."
Some ministers burst into tears when they recalled the dark years when the Han people did not even deserve a name.
The original atmosphere of celebration and joy in the hall suddenly became heavy without realizing it.
Naturally, some young ministers cannot understand the emotions of senior ministers, such as Chen Kan, and Mu Xin after Mu Sheng's death.
The two of them stared, confused.
It’s such a wonderful holiday, why am I still crying?
Isn’t it just a word?
The veteran who spoke first was choked with sobs. He raised his hands to Zhu Di and asked, "Your Majesty, I wonder which colleague composed this song Niannujiao?"
Zhu Di also had some emotion on his face. When he was born, it coincided with the end of that turbulent era. Although Zhu Yuanzhang had controlled the Jiangnan area at that time, the Central Plains was still raging under the iron cavalry of the Tatars.
So he can understand the mood of these veterans very well.
A nation that never even deserves a name,
Only people like them who have experienced it will understand how difficult it is to be able to write such gorgeous poems.
He shook his head: "Today I impromptuly wrote a poem for the exam. There is no name on the paper. I don't know which lover wrote this poem."
Then he continued: "I want to decide this word as the leader tonight. Do you have any objections?"
Whether a poem is good or not depends on whether everyone agrees with it.
But now, the courtiers who listened to Fang Xiaoru read this poem felt that his work was not bad at all.
But... I still feel a little ashamed of myself.
Theirs is not bad, but this song is really good.
The courtiers responded at the same time: "I have no objection."
Zhu Di took the yellow jade in his hand and said, "In this case, please come forward, Ai Qing, who composed this poem."
The ministers' eyes widened. There were quite a few great scholars in the main hall. Fang Xiaoru, the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, and Liu Xiong, the Secretary of the Imperial College, were the leaders in learning.
Zeng An, a minister of the Imperial Academy, and Du Zhi, a doctor who taught directly, were also famous Confucian scholars in both the government and the public.
Other ministers also read poetry and books.
The courtiers who failed to write any works subconsciously turned their attention to the great Confucians in the Imperial College.
However, neither Fang Xiaoru nor Liu Xiong made any move.
The great Confucians in the Imperial College also sat motionless.
Under the surprised gazes of all the ministers, a young man walked out of his seat with a calm smile.
Chen Kan: "Yes, I am the first copywriter of the Ming Dynasty."
Being surprised and stared at by the courtiers, Chen Kan said that he felt okay and would show off more next time.
It turned out to be Chen Kan!
The courtiers were relieved. If it was Chen Kan, it would be reasonable.
He was born in a prosperous age and was a student of the great Confucian Fang Xiaoru. It is not surprising that he could write poems of the prosperous age.
Chen Kan came to Zhu Di's side, bent towards Zhu Di and cupped his hands and said: "Your Majesty, this poem is the humble work of a humble minister, aiming to add a touch of talent to the upcoming grand rule of the Ming Dynasty."
What does it mean to be unfazed by favor or disgrace? This is it.
Even if he makes such a masterpiece, he still doesn't feel proud at all.
The courtiers who remembered Chen Kan's affection felt a little more satisfied when they looked at Chen Kan's eyes.
This is a good kid.
Zhu Di was also a little surprised, and then he felt even more satisfied with Chen Kan. He was worthy of being the son-in-law I chose. I, Zhu Di, really have a discerning eye!
"Chen Kan, you are very good."
After receiving Zhu Di's compliment, Chen Kan couldn't help but throw a provocative look at Zhu Yuelan, who had widened his eyes.
Zhu Yuelan just couldn't see Chen Kan looking like a villain, so he couldn't help but rolled his eyes, meaning that he just wrote a poem, see what you can do.
Why don't you go to heaven?
Chen Kan stretched out his hand, but Zhu Di didn't hand the prize to him for a long time.
Chen Kan was furious. This old man wouldn't regret it, would he?
Zhu Di looked at the polite Chen Kan in front of him and suddenly made an astonishing move.
He stepped off the dragon throne platform.
He personally tied the jade pendant in his hand to Chen Kan's waist.
After tying it, he patted his shoulder and said, "I think you are right. It is time to put the compilation of the Yongle Canon on the agenda."
Zhu Di's voice was so loud that the courtiers were confused. Why didn't we know about the Yongle Ceremony?
At the same time, the generals' brows suddenly frowned. What does your Majesty mean? Do you want to emphasize civility over military affairs?
Zhu Di turned around, met the doubtful gazes of the ministers, and said with a smile: "Chen Kan once wrote to me, hoping that I could order the compilation of a book of hundreds of schools of thought that integrates classics and history since the deeds of mortal books. As for astronomy, Geographical records, yin and yang, medical divination, monks' teachings, and technical skills are all compiled into one book."
Hearing this, Wen Chen was stunned for a moment, and his eyes burst out with fiery gaze. My heart is filled with ecstasy,
They all shouted: "My emperor is wise."
The reason why they study is to become an official, and the reason why they become an official is naturally to educate the world.
If he could preside over the compilation of such a great book, then the Yongle Dynasty would be able to usher in a great era of culture and education.
Scholars like them can create eternal cultural and educational achievements.
Leaving a name in history is just around the corner.
They subconsciously turned their gazes towards Chen Kan. This boy had clearly grasped the thoughts of scholars like them.
On the contrary, the faces of the generals turned ugly.
During the Hongwu period, Lord Hongwu wantonly implicated military generals, which led to the decline of the Ming Dynasty's generals.
If not, it would not be Zhu Di's turn to sit on the throne.
Now the new emperor has finally ascended the throne, and he has begun to pay attention to the generals again.
If the Yongle Ceremony were to be revised, wouldn't it mean that they would be inferior to the civil servants again?
Zhu Neng subconsciously wanted to get up, but Qiu Fu grabbed his sleeve by his side.
Zhu Neng couldn't help but glare at him: "What are you doing?"
Qiu Fu frowned and said, "Calm down, it's not a wise move to anger Your Majesty now."
How could Zhu Neng not know the consequences of offending His Majesty at this time, but he was very anxious when he thought that military generals would be suppressed by civilian officials in the future.
The Song Dynasty was not that far away from the present time. When he thought about the fate of the former Song Dynasty generals, he couldn't help but shiver down his spine.
