Rise From the Humble

The nineteenth moon is eight cents 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 the moonlight sprinkles on the world like smoke and mist.

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

For a moment, I feel that Yuan Wei is a talented man who came out of ink and landscape painting.

A humble gentleman, with jade trees facing the wind.

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Dip 30% moonlight and 70% ink.

When the pen is written, it is like Chang'e flying to the moon, dancing like a frightened bird, and giving birth to lotuses every step of the way. In an instant, a green poem is presented on the paper:

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

Fu Yixing molds the order, the sky is clear, there are five-color clouds, embracing the sun, shining gorgeously, as if attaining Taoism and ascending to immortality for a long time, which is the reason of the tiger's prestige. Dedicate yourself to repay the king; loyalty is fierce, and there is no heart. Invading the years, repaying the universe, the heroic spirit has not passed away, although dead, it is still alive, and can be famous in the world and serve in the heaven.

I pray for the great kindness and compassion, and I only recommend purity and sincerity, and pray for blessings. I also pray that the light of the rosette in the treasure forest will diffuse the sound of the spring, turn the fire haze into a clear source, and that all will be saved. My spirit is limited, but my sorrow is endless.

After writing the last word "poor", Yuan Wei's mouth opened into a smile, confident and full of confidence.

When Yuan Wei was writing Qingci, everyone gathered around. When Yuan Wei started writing, everyone nodded and praised Yuan Wei for his good handwriting and excellent calligraphy. However, when Yuan Wei finished writing, , the house was quiet for a few seconds, the only sound was the sound of Yuan Wei placing the brush on the pen holder.

Just like a phoenix falling into the woods, all the birds were overwhelmed by her aura and did not dare to make a sound.

After a few seconds, everyone recovered from Yuan Wei's Qing Ci.

"What a 'heroic soul has not passed away, but is still alive in spite of death', what a 'spiritual spirit is limited, but the sorrow is endless'. The skill of Maozhong's Qingci is really shameful."

"Well, 'Although dead, alive', these four words are really amazing."

"You can put your name in the world and serve in the heaven. Such a sentence should make the Holy Spirit a lot of comfort. Mr. Yuan is truly a talented person in the Han Dynasty."

"As soon as this article came out, people couldn't help but believe that today's young people are really amazing."

"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the new generation is better than the old. This time I look, it must be the Hualuo Maozhong House."

In the watch house, the voices of praise were endless, and Yuan Wei was completely overwhelmed by the praise. Listening to the praises of adults who were more powerful than himself, Yuan Wei felt as if he had drunk a pound of soju, and his heart was drunk.

"Well, Yuan Maozhong, you said your writing is average. If your writing is average, then we won't be able to get it." An official who was familiar with Yuan Wei stepped forward and pushed him with his arm. Yuan Wei praised in an accusing tone.

"Where is it? Where is it?"

Yuan Wei smiled and waved his hands repeatedly, his face was very humble, and he didn't seem to be complacent at all because of everyone's praise.

"Maozhong, you wrote well." Yan Song smiled, patted Yuan Wei's shoulder, and praised Yuan Wei's Qingci.

Yan Song just smiled and nodded gently at the few Qing Ci poems he wrote just now. Only Yuan Wei's Qing Ci poem was praised by Yan Song.

"The elder has promoted the lower official, and the lower official is ashamed."

Yuan Wei looked flattered and bowed to Yan Song respectfully, bending forward very much, as if he had practiced jujitsu.

What a unique honor.

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

After Yuan Wei, Qing Ci was released one after another.

With the announcement of everyone's green words, the atmosphere in the value hut became more and more fiery, and there was no sign that the night was quiet.

Xu Jie is a good old man. Although no one mentions his Qingci, whenever someone publishes their Qingci, he looks at their Qingci with admiration and comments on the content of their Qingci. He never hesitates to praise him.

Of course, most of the time, Xu Jie stood beside Yan Song, echoing a few words from time to time when Yan Song commented. Seeing Xu Jie being so understanding, in most cases, Yan Song would respond with a gentle smile and a nod, looking harmonious. The relationship between the two had long since ceased to be a fight and had opened a new chapter.

Indeed, in the past few months, Xu Jie has visited Yan Song frequently. He always kept his attitude low in front of Yan Song. He had different political views and did not argue with Yan Song. He just followed Yan Song's lead. 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. One after another, the poems were published, and there were waves of praise.

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

Ta-ta-ta

A burst of soft footsteps sounded outside the duty house.

"The Holy Attendant 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.

The significance of the Holy Majesty's close attendant coming at this time is self-evident.

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

Seeing the note is like seeing the Holy One.

Under the leadership of 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 Senior Yan Song. Everyone looked at the note with burning eyes without blinking.

The attendant just said that the Holy Master was overjoyed after reading Qing's poem.

Therefore, everyone is eyeing this note from the Holy One, hoping that this honor will fall on their heads.

Seeing everyone looking at the note in his hand eagerly, Yan Song smiled "haha", handed the note in his hand to Yuan Wei, who stretched his neck, and said with a smile, "Then there is Lao Maozhong, here. Let’s read it out.”

"Ah, your Majesty."

Looking at the note in his hand, Yuan Wei's face flushed with excitement and he wanted to say something humble.

"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.

Well.

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?"

"So excited? Hey, it seems that Yuan Wei is undoubtedly the one the Holy One likes. Look how excited he is."

"Why don't you know how to read? Why don't you read?"

"Maozhong, read."

Everyone urged.

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

Everyone also looked at him expectantly.

This anxious official opened the note and was about to read it. Then he opened his mouth as if he was choked. He made a sound, his eyes widened, he rubbed it, and looked at it again. He was a little surprised and unbelievable. He glanced at Xu Jie.

Then under the expectant gaze of everyone, he coughed and slowly read out, "If you don't sing, you will be a blockbuster. Xu Jie is determined."

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

Isn't it?

It turned out to be Xu Jie?

The one the Holy One favors is actually Xu Jie?

Everyone was shocked and looked at Xu Jie dumbfounded, and then they all expressed their congratulations to Xu Jie.

In addition to congratulations, I was even more curious about how Xu Jie's Qing Ci was so outstanding that he was so praised by the Holy Emperor.

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

"Transform a tiger into a dragon!"

"Transform the tiger into a dragon and return to heaven"

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

After everyone saw Xu Jieqing's poems, they were amazed by the sentence "turning a tiger into a dragon" in Xu Jieqing's poems. Their hearts were like a mirror. Xu Jie's Qingci won on this sentence.

It is also because of this sentence that makes Xu Jie's Qingci unique and stand out.

Everyone expressed their condolences.

Even Yuan Wei is still alive despite death.

Die die die.

Only Xu Jie was different. He sang a high-spirited and inspirational hymn, contrary to the tradition that everyone mourned when offering sacrifices.

There is not a single word "death" mentioned in the entire article.

General Huwei is not dead. He just turned a tiger into a dragon and returned to heaven. Why be sad? He is happy.

In addition, there is another layer of hidden meaning.

It is said that when a person achieves enlightenment, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven, and even a cat beside the emperor ascends to heaven, then isn't it destined that the emperor attain enlightenment and become an immortal?

"The praise from all the ministers and ministers makes Xu really feel ashamed. This is the only sentence in the entire Qingci poem that was not written by Xu."

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

"ah?"

"Who is so spiritual?"

When everyone heard this, they were dumbfounded and surprised.

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

"Huh? It's him!"

"Zhu Ping'an, the number one scholar? He can also write Qing Ci?"

Everyone was even more surprised and unbelievable. This Qing Ci was not just an essay, it was much more difficult than the Four Books and Five Classics. They did not expect that Zhu Pingan could write Qing Ci and be so spiritual. Doesn't that mean that before long, there will be an extra seat in the hotel?

Zhu Ping'an, it turned out to be Zhu Ping'an. Yuan Wei clenched his palms tightly, his face gloomy and terrifying.

Yan Song touched his beard and nodded, then smiled and said to Xu Jie, "Haha, this sentence is indeed the finishing touch, but if there is no dragon, where would the finishing touch come from? Mr. Xu, your Qingci is getting better and better. Now, if we have time, let’s talk.”

"As expected, I just have a lot of questions that I would like to ask you." Xu Jie leaned over slightly and smiled.