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Lin Fu here is sad in the back garden of the General's Mansion where his parents lived in the past, touching the scene, and the emperor's family in the deep palace over there is a different happy scene.

Within the towering layers of red walls, the setting sun shines on the golden glazed tiles, and the entire imperial city is in a faint golden light pouring down, which is extraordinarily solemn and magnificent, and seems to have a majesty that makes people dare not look at it directly. And the masters under the eaves are leisurely tight.

In this study, a man with two sideburns that had begun to turn white, and his face was slightly vicissitudes but very dignified, was Emperor Zhou Wenhuang, who was the first class in Chinese and martial arts in the hearts of the people of the world. He had just finished dealing with today's government affairs and put down the folds and pens in his hands.

The general here put down the government affairs at hand, and immediately two palace maids brought some food, one plate was rare and exotic fruits, and the other was exquisite pastries.

Emperor Wen just stretched his muscles and bones, and leaned back on the chair, and naturally someone peeled the fruit and fed it to his mouth.

"Today is the day of the Jinghua Poetry Club?" Emperor Wen chewed the fruit in his mouth slightly, felt a little sour, and waved his hand to signal that he didn't need to peel it, as if he thought of something, and Emperor Wen asked again, "Is the Lin family kid here?" ”

Gonggong Zhang knew that he was talking to himself, so he took two steps forward sideways, bowed down and replied, "Back to Your Majesty, the Lin family boy arrived in the city this morning, and after a while, he followed the Lin family girl to the Jinghua Poetry Club, and had a conflict with the girl from Xia Ge's hometown. ”

"Xia Yan's girl, it's not strange." Xia Yan is a little arbitrary in the cabinet on weekdays, Emperor Wen is very dissatisfied with this, but he has not been able to attack, and at this moment he directly attributed the fault to Xia Tang, "Can this benevolence and righteousness be a new work?" ”

Gonggong Zhang laughed when he heard it, "Now it's not benevolence and righteousness, the entire Jinghua Poetry Club is shaken, and now the scholars in the capital call him Xuzhou Lin Yingjun." You must like this poem after reading it. As he spoke, he handed the second part of the song that had been copied a long time ago to Emperor Wen.

"What a man in a high position, handsome and subordinate." , The new civil official system of the court has always been a big stone in Emperor Wen's heart by the former military faction, how to really select excellent scholars for his own use has always been a big trouble for Emperor Wen, Emperor Wen looked at this sentence very comfortably, and did not feel that the fruit was sour, so he peeled one and stuffed it into his mouth.

Gonggong Zhang still didn't understand that the master valued the Lin family's boy, so he hurriedly continued, "Xiaolin Gongzi is really a national warrior, and he can be of great use. ”

"This sentence speaks the hearts of the students from poor families in the world, and it also expresses my worries." When Emperor Wen thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a little irritable in his heart, more than ten years after the founding of the country, many former ministers were still in high positions. The talent of students in the territory is worried, but the atmosphere of the imperial examination is so poor. "With this poem, the Lin family kid can be the leader of the world's poor students."

When Emperor Wen said this, he suddenly took a long breath, stood up and paced a few steps. Father-in-law Zhang hurriedly followed behind him.

I saw that Emperor Wen walked a few steps and stopped, turned sideways and ordered, "Let the celebrant send someone to hand a slip to Jiang Taiyue." Aren't they all doing this? I'm going to walk this way, too. ”

"The Lin family kid will be on the list even if he has a big spring competition and handed in a blank paper. I want His Royal Highness to test him personally to see if he can take on this great responsibility. ”

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Here, Lin Fu naturally didn't know that his examination had been hand-picked by the current saint, and when he walked back after the sad spring and autumn, he ran into his uncle Lin An. He was called to the study to give a lecture.

"You've done too much." Lin Ang heard that his nephew had made such a big disturbance when he first came to Kyoto, so he hurried back to do ideological work for him.

Lin Fu was surprised by his uncle's sense of smell, he thought that his uncle Lin Ang was just a legacy of his father, and the conversation pattern when he first met him was not big, and then he even played a small trick to let his sister take him to the poetry club to join in the fun.

Lin Fu felt that this was very much like a rich elder who was running around stuffing money for his junior to go to a good university, and although he was grateful, he couldn't help but look down on him.

"My uncle wants me to go to the Jinghua Poetry Club to become famous, and my movements can be regarded as making some fame."

"You're not stupid, and neither am I." Lin Shangshu stared at his cheap nephew, slightly angry, "I also heard that Lord Gu admires your talent very much, what kind of poems are you composing, but I want to say that this sentence is in a high position, handsome and subordinate." Now the scholars in Kyoto call you Lin Yingjun, but what's the use of that? ”

Lin Shangshu paused when he said this, as if he wanted to leave Lin Fu some time to think, "You are now on the opposite side of all the scholars because of a poem, just because of this poem." Don't you feel like you're in an awkward position? ”

The situation is indeed quite embarrassing, Lin Fu secretly thought, these students actually called themselves Lin Yingjun, what a stupid nickname. Lin Fu recalled those people whose names were handsome in his previous life, and found that they were all comedians with funny faces without exception, and he couldn't help but feel deeply embarrassed.

As for how the scholars saw themselves, Lin Fu didn't think it mattered. The vision of the people who travel through is always good, and it will be a general trend for the officialdom here to eliminate the old ministers and the ruling clan faction in the past many years, and if you want to be promoted, you naturally have to pick the thickest thigh.

It is meaningless to be a supreme minister, and it is not difficult to dismiss the emperor if he is unhappy. He has scruples about not doing anything if he is not happy, this mood will always burst out after accumulating for a long time, he wants to rise to prominence at such a young age, but it is not enough to rely on the legacy of his parents.

It is also necessary to do what he likes, and it is not enough to scratch the emperor's itch, and it is also the top priority to put forward a practical and feasible plan that can make a difference.

And the plan given by Lin Fu was himself, which he suddenly thought of when he was at the Jinghua Poetry Club, and he was very excited about his wit for a while.

Through this sentence, he was in a high position, handsome and subordinate, and played the banner of a humble and humble outstanding student. And using oneself and promoting oneself is naturally a signal that His Majesty has given to the learned people in the world. That is, "I recognize the problem, and I want to start improving the situation." ”

This is a signal and a call, which can greatly encourage and attract poor students. I can think of this truth myself, and there is no reason why my uncle would not understand it.

This poem is a stepping stone for Lin Fu to reach the heavens to listen to his loyalty, and his uncle can see it, but he is still so angry.

Then there is only one possibility, Lin Fu narrowed his eyes. Uncle saw farther than himself, and the thing he was thinking about was that the emperor was already a little old, if it was a hundred years later, where should the Lin family go.