Creation of the whole people: the beginning creates chaos

Chapter 681

"Of course I know it, but if I don't understand it, I have to bite the bullet and learn." Zhao Ji said with a smile.

"Uh." Han Rui was stunned and could not agree. Anyway, Zhao Ji was the emperor after all, so he must feel that he was right. There was no reason to teach others to respect the truth.

Seeing Han Rui's silence, Zhao Ji was not angry, and asked again: "Young man Han, I heard that you wrote that poem, can you teach me a thing or two."

"No." Han Rui flatly refused, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, please forgive me for not being with you, and leave!"

Zhao Ji was taken aback, and hurriedly tried to persuade Han Rui to stay, but Han Rui repeatedly refused and walked away.

Looking at the disappearing figure, Zhao Ji frowned, pondered for a long time, ordered the little eunuch to call a car, and then took the sedan chair back to the palace. When he returned to Qinzheng Hall, Zhao Ji changed out of his dragon robe, put on casual clothes, and sat at the desk Behind, quietly meditating.

Not long after, the little eunuch hurried in and reported: "Your Majesty Qizuo, Han Juvenile has left the capital, and he probably won't be back tonight."

"Oh." Zhao Ji nodded and asked casually, "Where is he going?"

"I heard that I was hanging out in the suburbs and hanging out with many dudes." The little eunuch reported.

"Well, I understand, step back." Zhao Ji waved his hand.

"Of order." The little eunuch retreated quietly, and Zhao Ji fell into deep thought again. After a moment, he sighed softly, picked up a brush and dipped it in ink, and continued to review the memorial.

I don't know if it's because Han Rui disturbed his mood, so that night Zhao Ji tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, so he woke up early, washed up, changed his clothes, and went out.

Along the way, I met the imperial guards patrolling the streets. Apart from paying respects and greetings, I was also a little curious. I don’t know why I suddenly ran out to play when I just ascended the throne and proclaimed myself emperor yesterday.

With some doubts, Zhao Ji drove the car leisurely, and soon came to a barren and remote lawn in the northern suburbs of the capital. A gratified smile.

Under Zhao Ji's gaze, a thin, slender, well-dressed young man was riding a horse, and seemed to have noticed something. Han Rui stopped, looked sideways, glanced at him, and muttered in a low voice: "Again..."

Zhao Ji smiled, stepped forward, came to the young man's side, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Mr. Han."

"Ah." Han Rui froze for a moment, a little dazed, why did he meet Zhao Ji again? Could it be that, in the dark, this guy has been sending people to follow him?Thinking of this, Han Rui's forehead was sweating, and he scolded himself for being stupid. He actually forgot about it. Fortunately, he didn't go out of the house. If he was caught by the officers and soldiers in the busy city of the capital, it would be a lot of fun, but...

Han Rui glanced at Zhao Ji secretly, and said with a smile: "So it's the emperor, it's midnight, are you coming out to enjoy the moon?"

"Not only that." Zhao Ji said with a smile: "I also want to invite young man Han to get together and enjoy the moon and chat..."

With a weeping face, Han Rui hesitated and said, "Your Majesty, I..."

"Why, young man Han is not willing?" Zhao Ji said with a smile.

"No, it's because I'm unwell, I'm afraid..." Han Rui tried to evade, this excuse is really bad, anyone with a little bit of IQ knows it's an excuse.

Zhao Ji smiled and said gently: "I know, Mr. Han is worried that I will be unhappy."

"Uh..." Han Rui hesitated, wondering if Zhao Ji knew about it, otherwise it would be too foolish.

"You, you think too much." Zhao Ji laughed and said, "Although I am the son of heaven, I am not a foolish or tyrant. How could I be punished for my words?"

"That's natural." Han Rui took advantage of the situation and flattered him, and said with a smile: "The sage of the Tian family has his own judgment."

"Young man Han, what you said is a bit hypocritical." Zhao Ji said lightly, "However, I like it."

Han Rui rubbed his nose, laughed a few times, and didn't reply. His eyes searched around, and he looked into the distance, feeling a little disappointed.

"Hey, look at that tree."

"Hey, what's going on, how can it wither."

The sudden surprise sound made Zhao Ji follow the prestige, and saw hundreds of meters away, above the canopy of the towering ancient tree, there were luxuriant branches and leaves, lush and green, under the wind and sun, the green leaves fluttered in the wind , fluttering and dancing, beautiful.However, at this moment, it felt a little desolate. The leaves were flying and falling from the branches, like snowflakes, falling yellow and white all over the ground. It was really beautiful, but no one appreciated it.

Zhao Ji frowned slightly, and said softly: "This old tree, what's the story?"

"Yes." Han Rui said with a smile: "Not only that, but it is also a good story that has been passed down through the ages. Throughout the dynasties, countless ministers and sages have praised it..."

Han Rui talked endlessly, Zhao Ji listened slowly, his brows relaxed, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said softly: "Young man Han, do you know why I chose this mountain as a residence?"

"I don't know, maybe it's because of its cleanliness?" Han Rui guessed, after all, the location of this mountain is good, surrounded by beautiful peaks, verdant trees, and there is a meandering river at the foot of the mountain, with gurgling water and elegant scenery.

"This is the secondary reason. The main reason is that the mountains and forests are quiet and the birds and beasts are extinct, which is more in line with my wishes, and it is more suitable for studying hard." Zhao Ji laughed.

"Then I wish Your Majesty all wishes come true." Han Rui said perfunctorily.

"I would like to borrow your good words." Zhao Ji smiled slightly, and asked again: "By the way, at the palace banquet yesterday, I saw that your handwriting is good. I don't know, can you grind ink for me again?"

"Ah, minister..." Han Rui hesitated.

"Why, maybe you're shy." Zhao Ji laughed and said, "If you're shy, then that's fine."

"Who said that?" Han Rui curled his lips and said, "Since His Majesty sincerely invites you, how can I live up to your expectations."

Zhao Ji smiled, stretched out his finger, and motioned: "There is a stone table over there, you can move it here and help me grind ink."

"Of order." Han Rui turned around and walked to the pavilion over there, fetched inkstones, inkstones and other tools, put the ink ingots in, and then looked at the stone bench. try it.

Anyway, being idle is idle, Han Rui simply picked up the pen, dipped some ink, and pondered carefully. After a while, he slowly wrote three big characters.

Suddenly, Zhao Ji was stunned, his eyes were wide open, his expression was unpredictable, and finally calmed down, and he said with a smile: "Good words, the power penetrates the back of the paper, and it is powerful."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your compliment." Han Rui looked up modestly and looked around. Noticing that there were not many people nearby, he took the opportunity to ask, "Your Majesty, may I ask, is there anything wrong?"

"No, it's totally fine." Zhao Ji shook his head, then smiled lightly and said, "It's just that I didn't expect that young man Han has such a solid foundation. It really surprised me."

Han Rui smiled and didn't say a word. What is this? It's just the result of my casual practice. If you know that in my previous life, I went to the library every day, brushed up questions every day, and even took time to ponder and comprehend the things in the school textbooks carefully. Just barely passed...

Alas, what a waste of talent in my previous life, what a pity, what a pity.

When Han Rui was full of emotion, Zhao Ji suddenly called out softly, "Hey, young man Han, look, is there anything unusual in the bushes in front of you?"

Han Rui blinked, followed Zhao Ji's pointing, and indeed vaguely saw, in the shadow of the woods, a group of red figures swaying left and right, as if dodging, not daring to show up, obviously frightened.

"Such a thing is definitely not a wild animal." Zhao Ji said with interest: "It should be raised by humans."

"People raised them?" Han Rui was stunned, then smiled, nodded in agreement and said, "Your Majesty is wise, they must be raised by people. It is said that hunters from a certain village specially use them to scare the villagers."

Zhao Ji heard the string song and knew the elegant meaning, nodded slightly and said: "You mean, they are also bullying the villagers."

"Well, it's not impossible." Han Rui pondered: "After all, these things are very intelligent, psychic, and know how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. The villagers are timid and afraid of trouble, so they are naturally afraid of them."

"No wonder, these things are usually games played by children in the village, why are they here now?" Zhao Ji asked strangely: "Could it be that someone brought them here."

"It's possible that some mischievous kid brought them into the Forbidden Garden." Han Rui guessed, "Your Majesty, otherwise, ask someone to arrest the brat and bring them to justice."

"Forget it, what are you fussing about with Xiaowa?" Zhao Ji waved his sleeves and ordered: "You continue to study ink."

Han Rui smiled and continued to study the ink. After a while, he suddenly noticed that Zhao Ji's eyes were fixed on him, which was a bit weird.

Han Rui was a little familiar with this weird feeling, and immediately reacted, he couldn't help lowering his head, looked at himself, and couldn't help crying or laughing. Too ordinary, even a bit rustic.

Although it is winter, Han Rui has been exercising during this period of time. He took off his bloated winter clothes and put on a thin shirt, trousers, casual sneakers, matching hat and scarf, a watch and bracelet, and a pair of spring and March clothes. appearance.

But today, because of ink research, I took off the thick and warm winter clothes, leaving only a thin fur coat, which inevitably attracted the attention of others.

Uh, of course, there is also a somewhat understanding look. After all, working in a place like the palace requires not only observing etiquette, but also maintaining a good image. Han Rui's dress is quite reasonable.

"Cough!" Han Rui coughed lightly, and said in embarrassment, "Your Majesty, I offend you, otherwise, I'll go back and put on my clothes..."

"Don't bother." Zhao Ji laughed and said comfortingly: "I just look at you. This outfit is quite interesting. I don't dislike you, let alone despise you."

Han Rui's cheeks were slightly hot, and he lowered his head in silence.

"Young man Han." Zhao Ji said with a smile: "I heard that you once helped some officials' children in Luoyang city, taught them to read and write, and made a lot of achievements, but is it true?"

"Your Majesty's absurd praise." Han Rui admitted frankly, and said somewhat proudly: "In Luoyang, I can be regarded as a well-known calligrapher, but unfortunately, in the capital, I am little known and not worth mentioning."

"Why is this?" Zhao Ji said in surprise: "You have such attainments at such a young age, how could you be unknown."

"To tell you the truth, Your Majesty, I have never served in an official position, so naturally I cannot be compared with those well-educated Confucians." Han Rui said, in fact, it was because he was too lazy to bother with those hypocritical political contacts. The so-called gentleman stays away from the kitchen.

There is also a basis for this statement. After all, in the Tang Dynasty, scholars, farmers, businessmen, and businessmen were clearly arranged. The status of merchants was the lowest, but they couldn’t stand it. The active business in ancient times made merchants richer than the country, and the court also asked merchants.

In this case, the gentry class naturally looked down on merchants.In addition, Song Huizong is also like this. He feels that businessmen are despicable, and they can only use power for personal gain.

As a result, the status of the merchants was naturally in jeopardy. Fortunately, after Song Huizong died, Li Yuan ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, and the merchants were rescued, the situation improved.

In any case, Han Rui felt that he was also a scholar, so he should not be underestimated. Therefore, in history, he was a well-known talent. Shi Zhan, a bit regretful.

"Really?" Zhao Ji was a little disappointed. After all, he hoped that Han Rui could do something in the imperial examination, not only to serve the court, but also to make a name for himself.

However, it was only a little regretful, Zhao Ji then smiled and said: "Young man Han, you are good at dancing and writing, why don't you write a piece of writing, let me open my eyes."

"I obey the order." Han Rui agreed, spreading paper and ink.

After a while, when the pen and ink had cooled down, Han Rui held his breath, took a deep breath, and his mind was full of thoughts. In his mind, gradually, he became a little confused, his thoughts wandered, and he unconsciously landed on the blank paper.

The pen was like a dragon and a snake, and the clouds flowed smoothly. After a while, there was an extra handwriting on the paper. Han Rui reached out to feel for it, nodded in satisfaction, finished the pen, and blew on the ink.

"Okay." Zhao Ji applauded and applauded for a moment, then frowned and said, "It's not like, it doesn't fit Han Aiqing's usual style."

Han Rui smiled bitterly and said, "Your Majesty, I also want to be elegant and talented, but unfortunately, I have suffered serious physical losses over the years, and I have no power to do so. I can only do this."

"Oh." Zhao Ji said in relief: "It turns out that's the case, I just said, although Han Aiqing usually likes to read books, but in terms of literary talent, she is in a mess."

Han Rui blushed and murmured in his heart that there was no chance. If he had the chance, he would never lose to anyone.

"In this case, you can stay in the palace and help organize the books, which can be regarded as lightening my burden." Zhao Ji said with a smile, looking quite expectant.

"Ah, wouldn't this delay His Majesty's business." Han Rui hesitated, and refused, "Besides, I can't read."

"Who told you that those who can't read can't help." Zhao Ji grinned and said with a straight face, "If you don't want to, I can find someone to chat with you to relieve boredom."

Uh, is it so straightforward? It really is the emperor, so domineering, Han Rui sighed secretly, and quickly said: "Your Majesty, I was wrong, please don't force it, I am willing to stay."

Zhao Ji smiled lightly, waved his hands lightly, and ordered: "Huang Jin, draw up the decree, seal Han Rui as the editor of Hanlin, and also serve as the master of Yushitai, and supervise the six ranks of doctors, doctors, school officials, etc. The above officials will be assessed and judged every six months..."

(End of this chapter)