In addition to having the title of national teacher, Zhao Zheng also has the title of Jinmen Yuke, which allows him to freely enter and exit the palace wall, and Lin Lingsu, the founder of the Shenxiao faction, once obtained this title. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the palace, Zhao Yun was reading a book when he heard the report from the chamberlain, the national teacher asked to see, and hurriedly hid the book in his hand into the closet, and the cover was impressively printed with the words "One Piece".

"National teacher, you came just in time, I wonder how the glass has been made recently? Can the telescope see farther? After Zhao Zheng saw the salute, Zhao Yun asked right and left.

"The quality of glass is getting better and better, and it's only a matter of two or three years."

Zhao Yun waved his hand impatiently: "Come and tease me again, last time I asked you, you said two or three years, and now it's still two or three years!" ”

Zhao Zheng also said helplessly: "Your Majesty, I have only been in the capital for more than a month......"

Zhao Yun was dumbfounded for a while, he has been bored in the palace recently, and he is also a little tired of the concubines in the palace, so he is a little irritable in his heart.

"Your Majesty, why don't the two of us write a book together!"

"What book?" It is the dream of every literati to be able to write a book and write a biography, although Zhao Yun can only be regarded as half a literati, but he is still enthusiastic about it, but when he thinks of his literary literacy, he himself has no confidence.

Zhao Zheng obviously saw Zhao Yun's enthusiasm cooling down on his face, and he didn't care, all this was in his expectation.

"Write in the vernacular! Your Majesty is the king of the world, this book naturally needs to be read and understood by more people, I beg Your Majesty to think about the people, write in the vernacular, educate the people, and establish morality. ”

In terms of punctuation and the promotion of vernacular writing, the interests of Zhao Zheng and the emperor are the same. That's why Zhao Zheng thought of pulling the emperor out to fight in the ring with him.

Zhao Zheng's words scratched Zhao Yun's heart, but he couldn't wipe off his face for a while, after all, in his eyes, vernacular writing was written by those rough men who didn't understand literature and ink.

"That's what I said, but it's too ...... vernacular"

Speaking of this, Zhao Zheng knew that Zhao Yun thought the vernacular was too vulgar, and in order to reverse his impression, Zhao Zheng had to transcribe two famous essays from later generations, but he couldn't remember specific works for a while.

After being bored for a long time, he said slowly: "Your Majesty, this vernacular can be written like a flying style." I'll make a poem for you right now in the vernacular. ”

Hearing that Zhao Zheng was going to compose a poem, Zhao Yun was not confident in his cultural literacy and literary appreciation, so he beckoned the waiter to come in.

"The national teacher is going to compose a poem, you go and get a pen and ink record!"

Zhao Zheng saw that more than a dozen palace maids suddenly came out, and he suddenly felt so stressed, and now he was not thinking about the question of whether copying the classic modern poems of later generations was moral. Instead, I silently recited dozens of classic modern poems in my heart, and found that I couldn't memorize them all at all, wouldn't it be a shame if I couldn't recite them later.

Zhao Zheng's face was a little sweaty.

Seeing this, Zhao Yun comforted Zhao Zheng: "The national teacher is not specialized in poetry and writing, and the vernacular is vulgar, so it is extremely difficult to make poetry." You'll tell me tomorrow when you've figured it out. ”

"No, Your Majesty, I've thought about it."

Zhao Zheng quickly recited the memory in his head, looking extremely nervous, afraid that he would be interrupted suddenly, and he would never be able to remember it again, and he spoke very quickly.

"I hit Jiangnan and walked through

The face of the season is like the blossoming of a lotus flower

The east wind does not come, and the catkins in March do not fly

Your heart is like a little lonely city

Just like the bluestone streets are late

The sound is not loud, and the spring curtain in March is not revealed

Your heart is a small window closed to it

My Dada's hooves are beautiful mistakes

I'm not a returner, I'm a passerby......"

Because Zhao Zheng's speed was too fast, the chamberlain didn't hear it clearly, so it wasn't recorded, in fact, it was just that the recorded chamberlain didn't hear it clearly, and all the people present didn't hear it clearly.

Everyone, you look at you, I look at me, the status of the national teacher is noble, and the palace maids and chamberlains don't dare to let Zhao Zheng say it again, and finally Zhao Yun has to say: "National teacher, you come again!" ”

"Again?" Zhao Zheng lost his voice and said, if you try again, you may not remember clearly, as soon as the words came out, Zhao Zheng knew that he had lost his words, and he was not verbose, he tried to remember, and read it slowly.

This time, because the speed of speech slowed down, the chamberlain wrote it down, but because it was a subject that he had never seen before, and not to mention that there was no such rule, it was still written in the vernacular, and he didn't dare to comment on the good or bad for a while.

Zhao Yun looked at the attendants next to him, and saw that they were too reluctant to give the national teacher, so he had to drive the atmosphere by himself: "Okay!" A good poem for a national teacher! ”

When everyone heard Zhao Yun's praise, they congratulated Zhao Zheng on his success.

Zhao Zheng was also in a very good mood at this time, and for the first time he had no doubt that he was a genius, and he could actually remember the poems in the Chinese textbook more than ten years ago.

Zhao Zheng seemed to see a ray of dawn in the promotion of vernacular literature, and announced loudly with pride: "The day after tomorrow, I invited hundreds of officials to hold a poetry meeting in the Funeral Autumn Garden, which is not compared to the rhythm, but only to the artistic conception." ”

After speaking, Zhao Zheng whispered in Zhao Yun's ear and said: "If I draw in the vernacular, Your Majesty will write a book with me!" ”

……

After Zhao Zheng left, Zhao Yun took the poem copied by the chamberlain and read it.

"I fought Jiangnan and walked through ......"

Although the sentence has no rhythm, a story that happened in a small town in Jiangnan jumped on the paper, catkins in March, a small town in Jiangnan, a woman, waiting to be returned.

Although Zhao Yun does not trust his own appreciation, he can at least experience a sorrow and a touch of spring resentment from this "poem".

The poem is at least not bad.

"Copy a copy of the poem and show it to Shi Xianggong."

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Shi Miyuan's family sat down to eat together, and today's crab roe tasted particularly delicious. He looked at his eldest son Shi Yuzhi, and as he got older, he felt that this was not bad.

Although Shi Miyuan has been alone for more than 20 years, although he is greedy for power and money, he has not promoted his relatives in a big way, and his son is still only in the Hanlin Academy.

Decades of life in the sea made him soberly realize that if he didn't have enough ability, it would be a blessing or a curse to sit in that position. The Shi family is too prominent, and has been hated by many people, Shi Miyuan's father Shi Haoxiang has been in two dynasties for thirteen years, and he has been the king of Yue for twenty-three years, and he has been alone for twenty-three years, and it is certain that he will be crowned king after his death.

The so-called prosperity and decline, even within the historian, there are many people who complain about him being alone for so many years, thinking that this is a blessing or a curse for the historian. For this reason, his younger brother Shi Mijian quarreled with him several times, and the relationship was almost broken. The letter was not passed for several years.

As people get older, they become more and more nostalgic for what has passed.

"Take this crab roe and bring a copy to Uncle Tong (Shi Mijian's cousin), oh yes, Zishen (Shi Songzhi) will also bring a copy there."

Shi Miyuan carefully instructed, even if he, who is an elder brother, admits defeat this time, he will give the two sides a chance to ease.

As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Miyuan's appetite was gone, and he got up and went back to the house to let people light the oil lamp. He picked up his reading glasses to look at the letter his eldest daughter had sent back

After Shi Miyuan read his daughter's letter, he couldn't help but think of her delicate appearance when she was a child, he smiled, took off his glasses, but suddenly thought of the person who gave this pair of eyes, and the bowl of egg custard that day. Shi Miyuan was a little distressed, and sighed If it weren't for the fact that you stabbed Lou Zi too much, I would have helped you cover up the past this time.

At this time, Ma Defang in the palace asked to see him, and the official family sent a poem to Shi Xianggong for tasting.

Shi Miyuan has no poems in circulation, which does not mean anything, and his performance in later generations shows his skills.

He read Zhao Zheng's poems over and over again, and it took a long time to put down the poems in his hand.

sighed: National teacher, are you a human or an immortal?