God and mystery

Chapter 47
"Liu Yingqiu, a student at the Imperial Academy of the Imperial Academy!"

This courtier is a little old man, 50 years old, from the fifth grade.After listening to his self-introduction, Emperor Wanli remembered.It seems that Wanli was transferred to Nanjing in the 11th year, and he came back in the 18th year. It seems that there is such a thing.

"It's you, I seem to have a little impression."

"This minister believes that although the Taoist priest has meritorious deeds, he should not be granted the post of the Imperial Supervisor!"

The little old man Liu Yingqiu said, "Guozi supervises the study of the way of the saints, and Ji Daochang is a Taoist. Although these Confucianism and Taoism have something in common, they should not be confused. I talk about personnel, he talks about heaven, and I talk about governing the country, he wants to do nothing, Your Majesty. This kind of behavior is like letting a cow lead a flock of sheep! It looks similar, but it's very different."

Emperor Wanli: "I just give him an official status. There are two places in the Imperial Supervisory Division. If we add another one, I don't want him to really teach those students. What's not allowed."

At this time, Tian Yi, the eunuch, seemed to remember something, and quietly reported it to Emperor Wanli.

After Emperor Wanli finished listening, he glanced at the three patriarchs again, and after communicating with his eyes, he understood.

"Liu Yingqiu heard that you received an order from the cabinet a few days ago to go to Guozijian as a sacrificial wine?"

The little old man almost slapped his thigh. His speech was sloppy.

Emperor Wanli was obviously upset, and the next sentence was close to saying, "Tomorrow, you will settle your salary with the household department, and then don't come here." Nor would he fight civil servants for 11 years because of the establishment of the crown prince, and end up being autistic for nine years.

The little old man would not give up, and said at this time: "If the minister wants to take the post of the Imperial Child Supervisor, naturally, there should be no problem with the position of the minister. If Your Majesty really wants to award the official position of the Imperial Prince Supervisor, can you allow the minister to take the examination?"

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, start your show.

Ji Xiang was standing beside the two elders, maintaining an embarrassed but polite smile, and he felt very troublesome when he was suddenly called by name.

Working in the Forbidden City is real. It's all boring and annoying.

Ji Xiang's silence made the little old man very happy: "Why didn't the Taoist say a word, do you not understand or not be afraid? Are you waiting for the old man to ask a question? If you are ready, the old man will ask."

Of course Ji Xiang didn't know what the other party was going to ask, so he said in advance:

"Pin Dao is still young, and he has never been tested for fame. He really doesn't know much about the Four Books and Five Classics, but he only understands a little. I would like to ask the big crowd to be merciful."

The little old man has come to the spirit, and this wave is bound to show off in front of the Wanli Emperor, who has not been in court for many years, to deepen his impression:
"It is of course difficult for you, a monk, to write eight essays. The words of my Confucian sages, their thoughts and thoughts, spanning the ages, across the spring and autumn, you are like a stream, you can't see the river and sea, how can you understand. I won't test you."

"But as an imperial supervisor, you must be able to write poetry, right?"

Ji Xiang thought for a moment and nodded, "I understand a little."

The little old man nodded: "That's fine. Poetry can best reflect a person's literary grace and be the most straightforward."

"Since you are a high-ranking official from the fourth rank, your Majesty wants to add, although you have no real rights, but the reputation of the Imperial College cannot be lost in the hands of the old man, in case you can't do anything. You are still in this position, and other people laugh at you, are you uncomfortable?"

"So, even if you don't care about anything, at least you must be able to write poetry. If you really can't, just say a few words and leave it to your Majesty and everyone to judge."

The surrounding courtiers also whispered and nodded frequently, indicating that this is also fair.

Ji Xiang thought about it and found it was alright, so he asked, "I don't know what your lord needs in this poem?"

"Are you asking, your Majesty will return to the court today, I am Daming. Vientiane reforms! You write a poem with the title of 'new', but new words are not allowed in the poem, how about it?"

The little old man thinks he has come up with an advanced topic, it looks simple, but here is the next set for you:
Ji Xiang just listened to the little old man gasping for breath, and thought he was going to say that I am invincible tomorrow.
"Rong Pindao think about it for a while."

Ji Xiang slowly chewed on the little old man's topic.

Poetry, there are many predecessors of this one. After all, it is a humanoid walking scriptures, and he is also a proper cultural person, but when writing on the spot, where can copy poems come quickly, anyway, there is a Qing Dynasty after Daming, so copy it. Done.

Vientiane reformed, and Emperor Wanli was stimulated to return to the court. At this time, Ji Xiang's heart, for some reason, thought of Huo Jun's words inexplicably.

In this world, how hard the people are, in this court, the princes, the princes, the princes, the emperor of Mingguang, do not understand.Can the Daming Vientiane be updated in the last dynasty?
They may know the following, but what does it have to do with them?After all, there are only a few people who are willing to set their sights on the following, and most of them are obsessed with partisanship.

Thinking about it this way, Huo Jun felt that breaking the old world and reopening Sun Moon Sky is the new one. It's not completely unreasonable, just reopen Sun Moon Sky, right?
Ji Xiang didn't think about these things, so he just skipped this topic.

I am no longer a human being, no matter what I do, the world of gods and ghosts has its own operation.

However, at this time, in Ji Xiang's memory, a dusty short poem gradually emerged and came to mind.

The Manchu civil and military, and the words.

The emperors of the Five Dynasties were in a daze.

The Ming Dynasty died in Chongzhen, it actually died in Wanli, and the first died in Jiajing.The Ming Empire will collapse into dust in a few decades, but now that the Wanli Emperor has returned to the court, and the Ming Guangzong disappears, a different future may be born.

It was at this time, just in time.

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 Fengtianmen for a long time.

"Da Ming has the opportunity to change."

Looking at the red wall of the Forbidden City, the morning sun filled the sky, all things woke up, the sky was bright, and suddenly it was a burst of pride and emotion, rushing into my heart, the sky was cloudy and white, as if the wind and clouds were changing, thunderstorms. Come a long way.

When the ministers saw that Ji Xiang had finished thinking, they all waited and said nothing. In front of Fengtian Gate, no one spoke, the birds did not chirping, and the falling needle could be heard.

Ji Xiang took another step, his eyes from the sky to the ground, with a slight sigh:

"Kyushu's anger depends on the wind and thunder, and it is sad that all horses and horses are together."

As soon as the first two lines of the poem came out, many courtiers moved their eyes.

Just these two lines of poems can tell you the level, this is not scribbled, this is prepared, this is not some limericks, this is the real thing in the stomach!
The eyes of many people looking at Ji Xiang changed slightly, even the little old man Liu Yingqiu squinted.

Ji Xiang looked at the ministers, his eyes seemed to go from the sky to the ground, from the distance of the mountains and rivers to the temples, and then took another step. Another step.Even after taking two steps, the last two sentences are also completed in one go:
"I persuade the Lord of Heaven to be more vigorous and to lower talents without sticking to one pattern!"

(End of this chapter)