Chapter 975： Roll up your sleeves and work hard

Chapter 975 Roll up your sleeves and work hard

After noon, Zhu Ping'an had just had lunch, and was invited to the study by King Yu. In the study, Zhu Pingan saw the little father-in-law from Xiyuan, who came to convey the oral order of Emperor Jiajing, and ordered Zhu Pingan and Gao Gong to go to Xiyuan Wuyi Hall to write Qingci.

Emperor Jiajing will hold a natural fast tomorrow to pray for all the people in Datong, Xuanfu and Daming.

Natural Zhai is a kind of Zhaijiao ceremony in Lingbao Liuzhai. It is a Zhaijiao ceremony dedicated to praying for the common people.

Today, in addition to the generals of Datong and Xuanfu towns occupying the farmland, Emperor Jiajing also received reports of drought and locust plagues from Datong and Xuanfu. Emperor Jiajing, who took the parents of the people in the world as his own responsibility, deeply felt Datong Because of the hardships of life of the common people in places such as Datong and Xuanfu, they decided to hold such a natural fast to pray for the people of the world, especially the people in Datong and Xuanfu.

After Zhu Ping'an arrived at King Yu's study, he saw King Yu, Gao Gong who had arrived one step earlier, and the little **** who came to proclaim the decree.

After Zhu Pingan entered the door, he greeted them one by one.

"Hehe, Zihou, there is no need to be too polite. Now that everyone has arrived, Eunuch Zhang, please announce the decree." King Yu nodded, then looked at Eunuch Zhang with a smile, indicating that he could deliver the oral order.

"The little one has declared the decree."

Little Eunuch Zhang bowed to King Yu, then straightened his body, faced Zhu Pingan and Gao Gong, and slowly read out Emperor Jiajing's oral instructions, "It is often heard that the sage emperor and virtuous king are in power, the yin and yang are in harmony, the weather is smooth, the sun and the moon are shining, and the stars are shining. Orientation, the peace of the people, prolong life. Today I respect the heaven and the earth, and I am honored above the princes. Tomorrow cannot illuminate the world, and virtue is not enough to stabilize the people. Floods and droughts continue year after year. I am deeply ashamed that the generals of the town invaded and occupied the farmland, causing the people to suffer. I am deeply ashamed, so I held a natural fast to pray for the people. Now I order Qian Dongyang, a scholar in Jingwang's mansion, and Xu Pu, a scholar in attendance, and Gao Gong, a scholar in Yuwang's mansion. Zhu Ping'an, a bachelor; the Hanlin Academy and others immediately entered the Wuyi Hall in Xiyuan to present Qingci."

This time, Emperor Jiajing announced that there were eleven people who entered the Wuyi Hall to present Qingci, two places in Yuwang's Mansion, two places in King Jing's Mansion, four places in Hanlin Academy, and the other three places were from the Ministry of Rites. of. Of course, Yan Song, Xu Jie and other cabinet ministers in Wuyi Palace were the main force in writing Qing Ci, and Zhu Pingan and the others were partial teachers.

"The minister high-handedly accepted the order."

Gao Gong knelt on the ground expressionlessly and received the imperial edict.

"The minister Zhu Ping'an received the order."

When Zhu Pingan received the decree, he looked respectful, but in his heart he slandered Emperor Jiajing endlessly. With the effort and expense of holding a natural fast, it is better to study the major policies of benefiting the people, or give them to the people in Datong, Xuanfu and other places. Reduce taxes.

After receiving the Jiajing Emperor's oral order, Gao Gong and Zhu Ping'an bid farewell to Yu Wang, and followed the little father-in-law to Xiyuan Wuyi Hall.

After leaving Wuyi Hall for more than a month, Zhu Pingan came to Wuyi Hall again.

As soon as he entered the Wuyi Hall, Zhu Pingan heard a "rustling" sound of writing. Looking around, all the people in the Wuyi Hall were preparing Qing Ci, and everyone was rolling up their sleeves to work hard. Dropped out and devoted himself to the creation of Qing Ci.

The little father-in-law led Zhu Ping'an and Gao Gong to a room in the back of Wuyi Hall. This room is like a classroom, with three rows of tables, five tables in each row, and fifteen sets of tables and chairs in one room. In this room, Zhu Pingan met several acquaintances, such as Li Chunfang, Yuan Wei, Guo Pu.

"Hehe, Brother Suqing and Zihou are here." After seeing Gao Gong and Zhu Ping'an, Li Chunfang got up and greeted with a smile.

"Brother Zishi/Master Li." Gao Gong and Zhu Pingan saluted with smiles.

"Brother Suqing."

Yuan Wei stepped forward and greeted Gao Gong enthusiastically, deliberately ignoring Zhu Pingan who was beside Gao Gong.

This Yuan Wei is really narrow-minded. Seeing this, Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but curl his mouth.

After the ceremony, everyone began to devote themselves to the intense preparation of Qing Ci. Tomorrow is going to be a fasting ceremony, and this poem must be presented before Emperor Jiajing goes to bed in the evening, and Emperor Jiajing will select the best works, and burn them tomorrow to reach the heavens.

Tonight, everyone will contribute at least one Qing Ci.

"It's really nonsense."

After Zhu Pingan took his seat, he twitched the corners of his mouth and made a weak and silent complaint.

There are at least 50 people in Wuyi Hall, including Ge Lao Yansong, Xu Jie and others. It is no exaggeration to say that they are all elites among the elites of the Ming Dynasty. Now everyone is writing Qing Ci here, and everyone has worked hard all night to write Qing Ci, and the end of tomorrow will be burned

What a waste.

Hey

Emperor Jiajing, Emperor Jiajing, how could such a smart generation of emperors get stuck on the road of alchemy and Taoism? If you are not obsessed with this, with the talent and ability of Emperor Jiajing, a master of ZTE who can do everything well, how could he leave a mess for future generations.

Zhu Ping'an couldn't help complaining about Emperor Jiajing crazily in his heart.

"Hey, what are you mumbling about, Zihou?" Yuan Wei asked sharply, seeing the curvature of Zhu Ping'an's mouth.

"Oh, Master Yuan, I was just saying, roll up your sleeves and work hard."

Zhu Ping'an heard the words, turned to look at Yuan Wei, smiled brightly, and rolled up his sleeves after speaking, as if he was going to do a big job.

This kid is really cunning. Just now, looking at the shape of his mouth, he was obviously complaining, but now he is showing a positive attitude. Seeing Zhu Pingan's bright smile, Yuan Wei felt as uncomfortable as swallowing a fly.

"Hehe, roll up your sleeves and work hard. Well said, the young people are still full of energy." Li Chunfang smiled and gave Zhu Pingan a thumbs up, and then followed Zhu Pingan's example and rolled up his sleeves.

"Roll up your sleeves and work hard"

The little **** who was serving the tea in the room silently wrote down this sentence, thinking that when the Holy Majesty inquired about the progress of Qingci, he could tell the words of Master Xiao Zhu to the Holy Majesty. Full of energy, the Holy Majesty must have been satisfied.

Tucao belongs to Tucao, but Qing Ci still has to be written.

Although Qing Ci is indeed useless to ordinary people, it is still useful to oneself. At least, if Qingci is well written, it can win the attention of Emperor Jiajing, and it is a road to success for promotion and salary increase.

Pass through this Qingci Avenue and walk onto Qingyun Road, the higher you go, the greater your energy will be. The greater your own energy, the more things you can do for the people of Ming Dynasty in the future, and the greater your efforts.

After Zhu Pingan rolled up his sleeves, he spread rice paper, picked up a pen and dipped it in ink, and began to write Qing Ci with his heart.

(end of this chapter)