Rise From the Humble

After writing the Zhaiqiao couplet, Zhu Pingan checked the five couplets again, carefully confirmed that the format and words were correct, and then rested for a while.

The main purpose of checking the couplets is to prevent typos in the couplets. This is not unfounded by Zhu Pingan. Such an accident happened a few years ago. At that time, a Hanlin scholar was responsible for copying the Qing Ci for Emperor Jiajing. After the Qiao Qiao Festival, Emperor Jiajing asked the Heavenly Master who was in charge of the Zhai Jiao ceremony whether the Qing Ci had reached heaven. As a result, the Heavenly Master shook his head, sighed heavily and said, "The Qingci did not reach the Heavenly Court because someone wrote a typo in it. After receiving the letter, the spiritual officer in charge of the Nantian Gate of the Heavenly Court found that there was a typo, so he Confiscated, there is no Tongbing Shangxian." So Emperor Jiajing thoroughly checked the Qingci for Zhaiji at that time, and found a typo. Then he became furious and beat the Hanlin who was responsible for writing Qingci thirty times with a stick. The skin was torn and the flesh was torn, and he almost died.

Zhu Ping'an's inspection is to prevent such accidents.

After resting for a while, Zhu Pingan unfolded a larger piece of ivy paper, which was used to write green poems.

After studying the "Zhai Jiao Qing Ci Jing" presented by the old Taoist suspected of being Lan Daoxing, Zhu Pingan's Qing Ci level has skyrocketed. At least he knows what kind of Qing Ci prefers Emperor Jiajing. There are three main points in Qingci that Emperor Jiajing likes. The first point is the writing style, which is the most basic. The second point is flattery such as attaining the Tao and becoming an immortal. The superiors prefer to listen to flattery. The third point is The most important thing is that Jane is in the emperor's heart. In fact, she understands what Emperor Jiajing is thinking. This is the simplest but also the most difficult.

Jane is in the heart of the emperor. There are no more than ten people in the entire Ming Dynasty who can do this. Among them, Yan Song, Xu Jie, and Yan Shifan are the best; Yuan Wei, Li Chunfang, Yan Na, Guo Pu, etc. are slightly inferior, but they are also Considered excellent. Except for these people, no one else can do this. However, Zhu Pingan is confident that he can be one of them.

After studying the "Zhai Jiao Qing Ci Jing" and relying on the advantage of historical experience, Zhu Ping'an also has the capital to be confident.

When Qingci first became popular under Emperor Jiajing, it was right after the Jiajing Rite Conference incident. The Great Ritual Discussion "began with a fight for exams, emperors, and emperors, then a fight for temples and roads, and finally a fight for temple visits, music and dance." In other words, the focus of the Great Ritual was to determine the title of Zhu Youqiu, Sejong's biological father, and the ultimate goal was to establish and consolidate their own rule.

Therefore, Emperor Jiajing only had two things in mind. One was to consolidate his rule, and the other was to worship Taoism and cultivate immortality.

After straightening it out, Zhu Ping'an spread the ivy paper, took a brush and dipped it in gold powder and wrote down the conceived Qingci word by word:

The special palace is built outside, the festival is approaching, and the spiritual altar has been set up...

After writing this Qing Ci, Zhu Ping'an had two more brushes in his sleeve pockets. It didn't matter if twelve brushes were scattered in the two sleeve pockets, and the long sleeves of Ming Dynasty clothing provided the best protection.

After the five couplets and one Qing Ci were written, the middle-aged Taoist priest next to him held a magical instrument and performed a strange sacrificial dance on the altar. He also muttered something like, "Ji Shou worships Haotian sincerely. Haotian goes to pray today." Banquet. In the sutra banquet, golden light appears, and the light appears in the sky. Orbs hang in the air. The beads hang blue and fall toward the Yuanshi, and the Yuanshi preaches to the immortals. The immortals jump up to pay homage to the Supreme Being, the Supreme Supreme Being Miluo..."

Then the middle-aged Taoist bowed and bowed to heaven, and then hung the couplets and Qingci one by one on the altar.

"Thank you, sir. Please come down to the Dharma altar and rest." After doing all this, the middle-aged Taoist politely asked Zhu Ping'an to come down to the Dharma altar.

Zhu Pingan slightly arched his hands, then closed his sleeves and slowly walked down the altar. The reason why he closed his sleeves was because, ahem, there were a lot of writing brushes in the sleeves. The gold powder on the writing brushes was melted in a gold shop. There must be three or four.

After Zhu Pingan got off the altar, he found that almost everyone else had also come down. Zhu Pingan and Zhang Siwei just looked at each other. The atmosphere of the fasting ceremony was thicker now. From a distance, I saw Emperor Jiajing and Master Tao doing a hand purification ceremony. The leader was nearby, so everyone present was relatively quiet. Zhu Ping'an quietly looked at Emperor Jiajing in the distance, wondering if Emperor Jiajing would do a great dance during the Zhaijiao ceremony. That would be too beautiful to look at.

However, what disappointed Zhu Pingan was that after everyone from the Hanlin Academy came down from the altar, they were led directly out of Xiyuan. Zhu Pingan's wish to see Emperor Jiajing perform the great dance was shattered.

After everyone in the Hanlin Academy left the Xiyuan Palace Gate, they went directly back to the Hanlin Academy and each returned to their respective places of work.

Zhang Siwei was still thinking about Zhu Pingan's thick knowledge, so he followed Zhu Pingan back to the library. Anyway, he was fine for the time being.

"Ahem, I just picked up a writing brush. I've confirmed it. It's real gold. I gave it to those stinky Taoist priests who were pretending to be ghosts. I might as well make it easier for myself. I can at least exchange for this writing brush. Hehe... …”

"I was very inspired by Zihou's thick and black teachings."

Zhang Siwei entered the library, looked around and saw that there was no one around, then put his arm around Zhu Pingan's shoulders, took out a writing brush from his sleeve, waved it in front of Zhu Pingan, and winked proudly to show off. .

After Zhang Siwei finished speaking, he saw Zhu Pingan looking at him with a very strange look, so Zhang Siwei naturally translated Zhu Pingan's eyes as "envy"...

"Hey, you don't need to be too envious, brother. I just had an idea like this on the altar..." Zhang Siwei patted Zhu Pingan's shoulder smugly, and then began to teach others by words and deeds, "Don't be envious. Next time, next time you can..."

Then after finishing speaking, Zhang Siwei noticed that Zhu Pingan's eyes were even stranger.

"Hey, what's that look in your eyes, cough, cough, okay, okay, I'll treat you to lunch." Zhang Siwei touched his nose and compromised.

After saying that, Zhang Siwei found that Zhu Ping'an's eyes were even weirder, and he had reached the peak of his powers.

"Hey, don't be dissatisfied, kid..." Zhang Siwei shouted dissatisfied.

Then

The next second, Zhang Siwei felt like a little rooster whose throat was pinched, his voice stopped suddenly, and his eyes looked as if he had never seen him for a long time.

Because in his sight, Zhu Pingan pulled out a brush from his sleeve casually. It was full of gold powder, which was more than his own, at least one-half more.

"You too..." Zhang Siwei swallowed before saying two words, and then he stopped suddenly as if someone had strangled his throat.

Because in his sight, after Zhu Pingan pulled out the first brush and put it on the table, he pulled out a gold pen from his sleeve again, which was very heavy.

"You..." Zhang Siwei only had time to say one word this time before he stopped abruptly again.

In his sight, after Zhu Pingan put down the second gold pen, he took out the third gold pen, then the fourth, fifth, sixth... then one, two, three, four, changed his sleeves, and did it again...

Zhang Siwei was stunned as he watched Zhu Ping'an take out twelve gold pens in total, speechless. Now Zhang Siwei understood the meaning of Zhu Pingan's eyes just now: Sibuza, you instigated you to Sibuza