Rise From The Humble - Chapter 603
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Chapter 603

Chapter 603 Whose Green Words (4)

The nineteenth moon is eight quarters round, as bright and clear as Xizi's bright eyes, and the halo of the moon seems to be hazy like a thousand kinds of coquettishness, and sprinkles the moonlight like smoke and mist in the world.

Yuan Wei stood in front of the table holding a pen, and the moonlight fell on him through the window. As if being favored by the moonlight, a layer of moonlight was hazy.

In an instant, I feel that Yuan Wei is a talented man who came out of ink and landscape painting.

A modest gentleman, Yushu faces the wind.

Pick up the pen

Dip in three parts of moonlight and seven parts of ink.

Put pen to paper, like Chang'e flying to the moon, flying like a frightened bird, growing lotuses every step of the way, and a green poem is presented on the paper in an instant:

The Holy Son of Heaven has been on the throne for 30 years, and he has ruled the common people in the Ming Dynasty, and harmonized the people.

Fu Yixing Plastic Festival, the sky is clear, there are five-color clouds, embracing the sun, shining brilliantly, like a Taoist ascending to an immortal for a long time, and it is a tiger. Dedicate yourself to repay the king; loyalty is fierce, and there is no heart. Invading the years, repaying the universe, the soul of the hero is not dead, even though he is dead, he is still alive, he can be famous in the world and serve in the heaven.

Looking forward to the benevolent mirror, I only recommend cleanness and sincerity, and I pray for the well-being, and I also pray for the light of the lotus seat in the Baolin, to popularize the spring music, to turn the fire into a clear source, and to return to the salvation. Ministers and others have limited vigor, but infinite grief.

After writing the last word "poor", a smile appeared on the corner of Yuan Wei's mouth, full of confidence and confidence.

When Yuan Wei was writing Qing Ci, everyone surrounded him. When Yuan Wei started to write, everyone nodded and praised Yuan Wei for his good handwriting, excellent calligraphy, etc.; but when Yuan Wei finished writing , The value house was quiet for a few seconds, only the sound of Yuan Wei placing the brush on the pen stand.

It was like a phoenix falling into the woods, and all the birds were overwhelmed by her momentum, daring not to make a sound.

After a few seconds, everyone came back to their senses from Yuan Wei's green words.

"What a 'heroic soul is not gone, even though death is still alive', what a 'limited spirit, infinite sorrow', the skill of Maozhong's Qingci is really embarrassing."

"Well, 'although death is still alive', these four words are absolutely perfect."

"You can be famous in the world and serve in the heaven. Such a sentence should be a lot of relief to the Holy One. Master Yuan really deserves to be a talented scholar in the Imperial Academy."

"As soon as this article came out, people had to be convinced, the young people nowadays are really amazing"

"The waves behind the Yangtze River drive the waves ahead, and the new generation is better than the old ones. This time I see, it must be the family of Hualuo Maozhong."

In the hut, there were endless praises, and Yuan Wei was overwhelmed by the praises. Hearing the praises from adults who were more powerful than himself, Yuan Wei felt drunk like he drank a catty of soju.

"Well, you Yuan Maozhong, you still say that your writing is mediocre. If your article is mediocre, then we won't be able to do it." An official who is familiar with Yuan Wei stepped forward and pushed him down with his arm. Yuan Wei praised in a tone of blame.

"Where is there, where is there"

Yuan Wei smiled and shook his hands again and again, with a very humble face, as if he was not complacent at all because of everyone's praise.

"Maozhong, well written." Yan Song smiled, patted Yuan Wei on the shoulder, and praised Yuan Wei's youthful Ci.

Yan Song just nodded with a gentle smile for the few green poems just now, and only this green poem by Yuan Wei was praised by Yan Song.

"Elder Ge has promoted me to be a lower official, I am ashamed to be a lower official."

Yuan Wei looked overwhelmed, and saluted Yan Song respectfully, bending his waist very hard, as if he had practiced Jiu-Jitsu.

What a unique honor.

Yuan Wei was very proud of Yan Song's praise, and when he stood up, the joy on his face was beyond words.

After Yuan Wei, there were Qing Ci published one after another.

With the announcement of everyone's green words, the atmosphere in the value house became more and more fiery, and it was not at all obvious that the night was quiet.

Xu Jie is a good old man. Although no one mentioned his Qingci, whenever someone publishes Qingci, he looks at their Qingci with admiring eyes, and comments on the content of their Qingci, Never skimp on his compliments.

Of course, most of the time, Xu Jie stood by Yan Song's side, echoing Yan Song's comments from time to time. Seeing Xu Jie being so knowledgeable, Yan Song would nod his head and respond with a gentle smile in most cases, with a friendly look, the relationship between the two has long since ended the previous struggle, and a new chapter has been opened.

It is true. In the past few months, Xu Jie has often visited the house, never empty-handed every time, and always lowers his figure in front of Yan Song. He has different political opinions and does not argue with Yan Song. Yan Song's son Yan Shifan sneered at Xu Jie who came to the door, Xu Jie was not angry, but greeted him with a smile, and wanted to marry his niece to Yan Shifan as a concubine.

After entering the cabinet, Xu Jie was even more submissive to Yan Song, and had no intention of fighting, and Yan Song's position in the cabinet was even more stable.

Over time, Yan Song gradually relaxed his guard against Xu Jie.

The two of them were in harmony, and the atmosphere in the hut was getting better and better. After each poem was published, there were waves of praise.

Among the praises, the owner of Qing Ci is even more confident, especially Yuan Wei, who is even more confident after reading everyone's Qing Ci.

blah blah blah

A burst of fine footsteps sounded outside the duty room.

"The Holy One is here."

After an official found out, he informed everyone, and soon all the ministers found out, and all turned their eyes to the door.

It is self-evident that the Holy One's personal attendant is here at this time.

Sure enough

A gorgeously dressed young **** led several young eunuchs in, holding a folded bright yellow note in both hands respectfully.

Seeing the note is like seeing the Holy One.

Led by Yan Song, the ministers on duty stood up and saluted the note in the little eunuch's hand.

After the attendant who passed the note left, the note fell into the hands of Yan Songyan's veteran. Everyone looked at the note with burning eyes, without blinking.

The servant said it just now, and the Holy One was overjoyed after reading Qing's words.

So, everyone is eyeing this note from the Holy Majesty, hoping that this honor will fall on their own heads.

Seeing that everyone was looking at the note in his hand eagerly, Yan Song smiled "hehe", handed the note in his hand to Yuan Wei, who had a long neck, and said with a smile, "Then there is Lao Maozhong, here is Let's read it."

"Ah, sir."

Looking at the note in his hand, Yuan Wei flushed with excitement, and wanted to say something modest.

"Read it quickly, Master Yuan."

"Maozhong, read quickly, don't waste time."

Under the urging of everyone, Yuan Wei slowly opened the note in his hand, and lowered his eyes excitedly and expectantly.

Uh.

After just one glance, Yuan Wei's face turned from red to white, the hand holding the note trembled, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his eyes widened.

"What's going on here?"

"Excited like this? Hey, it seems that Yuan Wei is undoubtedly what the Holy One prefers. Look at how excited he is."

"Why don't you know how to read, but read."

"Maozhong, read."

Everyone urged up one after another.

"Forget it, let me read it." An official with a quick temper took the note from Yuan Wei's hand.

Everyone looked at him expectantly.

This irritable official unfolded the note and was about to read it, then he opened his mouth as if he had choked, he let out a snort, his eyes widened, he rubbed it, and took another look, he was a little surprised and unbelievable He glanced at Xu Jie.

Then, under the expectant eyes of everyone, he coughed and read out slowly, "If you don't sing, you will already be a blockbuster. Xu Jie has a heart."

"Congratulations, Mr. Xu." After the official finished reading, he cupped his hands and thanked Xu Jie.

Isn't it?

It turned out to be Xu Jie?

The Holy Majesty prefers Xu Jie?

Everyone was taken aback and looked at Xu Jie dumbfounded, and then congratulated Xu Jie one after another.

Apart from congratulations, I am even more curious about how outstanding Xu Jie's Qing Ci has been so praised by the Holy One.

Finally, under the curious eyes of everyone, Xu Jie's Qing Ci appeared in front of everyone.

"Turn a tiger into a dragon!"

"Turn a tiger into a dragon and return to heaven"

"Master Xu actually thought of turning a tiger into a dragon and returning to heaven"

After seeing Xu Jieqing's Ci, everyone was amazed at the sentence "turning a tiger into a dragon" in Xu Jieqing's Ci, and their hearts were like a mirror. Xu Jieqing's Ci won this sentence.

It is also because of this sentence that Xu Jie's Qingci is different and stands out.

Everyone is mourning.

Even Yuan Wei is still alive despite his death.

Dead dead.

Only Xu Jie was different. Contrary to the tradition of mourning for all sacrifices, he sang a high-spirited inspirational hymn.

There is no dead word mentioned in the full text.

General Huwei, he didn't die, he just turned a tiger into a dragon and returned to the heaven. Why are you sad, but happy.

In addition, there is another layer of hidden meaning.

The so-called one person attains the Tao and ascends to heaven, and a cat next to the emperor ascends to the heaven. Isn't it fate that the emperor becomes a fairy?

"The praise from all the ministers makes Xu feel a little ashamed. There is only this sentence in the whole poem, which was not written by Xu."

Listening to everyone's praise, Xu Jie shook his head with a smile, and drew a horizontal line under "Turning a tiger into a dragon" with a brush.

"what?"

"Who is so spiritual?"

Everyone was dumbfounded and surprised when they heard this.

"My student, Zhu Zihou." Xu Jie said slowly amidst everyone's astonishment.

"Huh? It's him!"

"Zhu Pingan, the number one scholar? He can also write Qingci?"

Everyone was even more surprised, it was unbelievable, this Qingci was not a fuss, it was much more difficult than the stereotyped essays in the Four Books and Five Classics, I didn't expect Zhu Pingan to write Qingci, and it was so spiritual. Doesn't that mean that in a short time, there will be an extra seat in this hut!

Zhu Ping'an, it turned out to be Zhu Ping'an and Yuan Wei who clenched their palms tightly, their faces gloomy and terrifying.

Yan Song stroked his beard and nodded, then smiled and said to Xu Jie, "Hehe, this sentence is indeed the finishing touch, but if there is no dragon, how can the finishing touch come from. Master Xu, your Qing Ci is getting better and better Now, if we have time, we can talk to each other."

"I can't ask for it, Jie just has a lot of questions I want to ask you." Xu Jie leaned over and smiled slightly.

(end of this chapter)