The four words "personal waiter" Huang Jin bit the word very much, and glanced at Wu Jie deeply.

If Jiajing was just an ordinary Taoist priest, he would not be qualified to instruct Wu Jie to be such a famous scholar.

Even if Wu Jie enters the officialdom in the future, the boss does not have this right.

The word "squire" corresponds to the elders and juniors, or to the monarch and minister.

Wu Jie was inexplicably invited into the West Garden, and after learning that Feixuan Zhenjun was Emperor Jiajing, he was also in great spirits, knowing that this was a great opportunity. To paraphrase a sentence from later generations, if this opportunity is seized, it will be less than 20 years of struggle.

As a modern person, he naturally sees this through to all.

However, the reason why Emperor Jiajing asked him to enter Xiyuan was just because he was too ruthless a while ago, and he really couldn't wait. And in the eyes of the ancients, novels were just a pastime, and they couldn't be elegant. Even if Jiajing likes his own story, in his mind, my Wu Festival is just a cultural consumer product, and his status is only a little higher than that of a musician or something.

In fact, Wu Jie also sensed this. This is also when Emperor Jiajing came to the study a while ago, most of them took a look at him and left, and they also ignored him, as long as there was a book to read, and there was no interest in communicating with him.

Fortunately, I talked with Jiajing for a long time before, and finally let Jiajing pay attention.

Now I have asked myself to write a green word, which may not have any meaning.

According to historical records, Jiajing Emperor Zhu Houxuan was not known for his literary talent, and he did not see any writing handed down. His strength lies in his strong political ability, and he has not been in court for decades, and the state apparatus is still running well. Powerful ministers such as Yan Song and Lu Bing, once the tail is out of tune, a glance passes, and they will take it.

He probably also knew that his writing was really not good, so he didn't make a fool of himself on it. Unlike Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty, what he wrote was obviously nonsense, but he had a strong desire to express himself. In his lifetime, he wrote 43,000 poems, the total amount has exceeded "All Tang Poems", but there may not be a single poem. Not only that, but he also wrote this poem as a record and erected it everywhere. In the 80s of the twentieth century, there was a craze for collecting cultural relics in the society, but there were too many poems and monuments of this guy, and no one cared about them.

When I was in college, Wu Jie's teacher kept spitting on Qianlong's 43,000 poems, saying, how could creation be so engaged? 43,000 poems, one written every day, will take a hundred years. To compose a poem a day is either a madman or an idiot.

In Wu Jie's opinion, Qianlong's self-feeling is too good, and he wrote so many poems, not only did he not get a good reputation for himself, but he shed a ridiculous stroke in history, and he was a clown.

Unlike Emperor Jiajing, I don't know how many Jiao I have done in my life, but I haven't written a single green word. If you don't want to, if you really can't write well, you won't be ashamed. Anyway, he is the emperor, and there are a lot of people with good writing, so why bother with that mental handwriting?

I don't know why, Wu Jie's mind suddenly drifted to the arrogant "perfect old man", and he couldn't help but smile.

Then asked Huang Jin: "Do you want to write now?" ”

As soon as the words came out, Wu Jie realized that he had said the wrong thing. Busy dressing up, he stood up: "Please ask Huang Gong to lead the way." ”

Qingzi needs to be written on Qingteng paper, and cinnabar must be used.

Cinnabar can't be used indiscriminately, and besides, there are no two things in this library.

Packing up, Huang Jin walked slowly in front.

Wu Jie's thoughts returned to Qingzi, judging from Jiajing's previous lukewarm attitude towards himself, he Wu Jie did not leave a deep impression on Jiajing.

However, if he can make a green word that satisfies him, things may be different.

It may be just a casual move for him to let him write a green word, but for Wu Jie, it is a great opportunity. Whether it works out or not depends on this time.

So, what exactly does he want to write?

Wu Jie also memorized a lot of green words in advance, but because the green words are prayers, they have a specific place of use. For example, the festival of astronomy, prayer for blessings, and the text of disaster dispelling...... Depending on the occasion, the article is also different, and it should not be used indiscriminately.

Thinking of this, he slowed down.

Huang Jin sensed Wu Jie's intentions, and through this period of contact, somehow, he had an inexplicable affection for the young man behind him.

He slowed down, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "It's a rain prayer." ”

Wu Jie was stunned, and most of the rain texts were used in times of drought or during the growth period of agricultural crops. During this time in the capital, it was Futian, and it was very hot, but from time to time there would still be a rainstorm. Besides, it's the end of the eighth lunar month, and there are no crops in the fields...... By the way, the rice harvest in the south should begin. Whether it is threshing grain and drying rice, you need a big sun, and the less rain the better, how to ask for rain instead.

Wu Jie was puzzled: "There is no shortage of rain in the capital, and there are no crops that need to be irrigated." ”

Huang Jin: "Winter wheat." ”

After speaking, he quickened his pace again.

Wu Jie patted his head and secretly exclaimed: "I'm confused, winter wheat is sown in late August of the lunar calendar." If there is rain in the capital, it does not mean that there is no shortage of water in other places, and it is estimated that there is a drought somewhere. ”

"Ask for rain, ask for rain." Wu Jie muttered as he walked: "If you want to say that there is an article about seeking wind and literature, the one in "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" when Zhuge Liang borrows the east wind can be used immediately, and as for the sacrificial text, it is also easy to get."

He still remembers a few of the rains, but most of these green words have actual locations and dates. It is necessary to write on it to understand when and where, and why the people of the place are asking for rain, and it cannot be used indiscriminately.

While thinking about it, Huang Jin took Wu Jie into the fine house where Jiajing lived.

Emperor Jiajing's retreat is located in a secluded courtyard, a long way from the study house where Wu Jie lived.

Wu Jie also lived in Yuxi Palace for a while, except that he couldn't go out of the gate, there were no restrictions, only one, he was not allowed to enter the courtyard where Feixuan Zhenjun was meditating.

In fact, even if you borrow a hundred guts from Wu Jie, you don't dare to come here.

I'm afraid that before I get close to this courtyard, I will be taken down and bundled immediately.

During these seven or eight days, Emperor Jiajing seemed to have stayed here all the time and did not go out. In fact, this small courtyard has become the most important place in the Ming Dynasty.

But strange to say, there was no one in the courtyard, and it was very quiet.

There were two little Taoist priests standing at the gate of the courtyard, both with bare chins, and they looked like eunuchs in the palace.

It's not a deliberate pretense, this is a Taoist temple, and everyone who comes in must wear Taoist robes, this is a rule of Jiajing. Back then, he even moved to the court, ordering all officials in the court to wear Taoist robes and fragrant leaf crowns, making a Taihe Hall look like Sanqingguan. As a result, Xia Yan, the first assistant of the cabinet at that time, was furious and quarreled fiercely with Jiajing and the ministers, laying the groundwork for his future loss of power. Yan Song also took this opportunity to remove his biggest political enemy in one fell swoop.

Before coming, Wu Jie imagined more than once what the place where Emperor Jiajing worked was like.

In his opinion, it was either magnificent to the extreme, or it was an ordinary meditation hall-like room. Anyway, this emperor likes to go to extremes, whether it is the dress or the objects used.

When I walked into the house, it was completely different from what I imagined.

In front of me was a very empty room, and there was nothing to lose. In the middle of the room was a futon, and next to it was a copper stove with burned sandalwood. Leaning against the wall is a large long case, on which there is a mountain of papers.

The lights were all lit, as bright as day.

The doors and windows were closed, and the heat was unbearably hot.

As soon as Wu Jie entered the house, a heat wave rushed like substance, and he immediately sweated profusely.

The yellow brocade was also uncomfortable, and the sweat on the corners of his forehead flickered in the light of the light.

Wu Jie thought that the emperor should meditate on the futon now, but he never expected that as soon as he entered the door, he heard a crackling abacus. Looking up, Emperor Jiajing was sitting in front of the long case and playing a two-foot-long mahogany abacus with his left hand, but his eyes fell on the account book on the table, while his right hand kept recording something on it.

"The emperor who is going to plate!" No matter how you look at this picture, it is also a bit inconsistent, which makes Wu Jie a little uncomfortable. In the flickering light, Emperor Jiajing's face was tired, and there were a few wrinkles on his forehead. In a trance, Wu Jie remembered the old accountant in the unit.

"Zhenjun, Wu Jie came to serve the marquis." Huang Jin stepped forward and whispered.

"You seem to be very hot, and your heart is naturally cool." Jiajing didn't look up, still busy.

Huang Jin retreated, motioned for Wu Jie to stand aside and wait, and then went out lightly and closed the door.

It was even hotter inside, and the clothes on Wu Jie's body were already completely soaked with sweat.

Look at Na Jiajing again, but he is wearing a thick cotton robe from the tenth winter wax moon, and his forehead is so dry that he can't see a trace of sweat.

This has to be admired.

However, Wu Jie also knew that the emperor's body was afraid that it would not be successful. At least, the body's function of regulating body temperature has been lost, which is probably related to his long-term use of Jindan, right?

Looking at the emperor's concentration on the plate, Wu Jie was amused and admired in his heart. At least, in his opinion, such a trivial thing as settling accounts is not at all what an emperor should do.

When future generations mention Jiajing, they will think of this guy who has not asked about political affairs for decades, hiding in the palace all day long to cultivate, pretending to be a god and playing ghosts, and he is a faint king. Actually, only those who are really familiar with that period of history know. Although he has not been in court for so many years, the expenses of the entire Ming Dynasty are in the hands of this person. The emperor of the Ming Dynasty had a passion for finance that later generations could not understand, and in a joking sentence, from Jiajing onwards, the Ming Dynasty's household books were all decorations, and in fact they were all concurrently served by the emperor.

It is also because of the single-handed control of financial power that the country has been able to develop steadily.

It wasn't until Chongzhen's fool delegated the financial power to the minister that the situation began to turn bad.

When the emperors of the Qing Dynasty talked about the emperors of the Ming Dynasty, most of them said disdainfully that they were "greedy for money and lustful", and constantly poured dirty water on their heads. In fact, the greed of the Qing emperor was even greater than that of the Ming Emperor. It's just that when the emperor of the Qing Dynasty wanted to use the money, he did not stretch out his hand to the inner nu or the treasury, but apportioned it to the governors of the provinces: Lao Tzu is about to live, and the gift money is brought; Lao Tzu wants to repair the yard, you have to follow the group...... As for where the money comes from, who cares about you, anyway, if the money is less, you don't want to be an official.

All the spending of Kangxi in the south of the Yangtze River fell on the heads of Suzhou Weaving and Jiangning Weaving, and Cao Xueqin's grandfather owed a debt because he paid for Comrade Kangxi. When Yongzheng is chasing the money, he will tear down the east wall and make up the west wall, and he will sell his ass. In this way, there is still no way to fill this hole.

Just because of the arrears of public funds and the handle, the Cao family's later experience was very bleak.

The emperors of the Qing Dynasty did not want money, most of the money they asked for did not go to the open account. Moreover, after running out of money, he immediately turned his face and denied people, and he was shameless to such an extent, which can be regarded as absolute.

The emperors of the Ming Dynasty loved money, but they all followed the rules, behaved rightly, and sat upright. And most of their sources of income are Huangzhuang Huangtian, mineral taxes, but they do not exploit the people.

By the time of Emperor Chongzhen, he was so poor that he wore clothes with patches.

But why is the reputation so bad, when Wu Jie read the history of the Ming Dynasty a while ago, the more he read, the more confused he became.

After standing in the room for about half an hour, Wu Jie was sweating profusely, and he was almost dehydrated from the heat.

The sound of the abacus finally stopped, and Emperor Jiajing sighed, raised his head and looked at the caisson on his head: "The clouds are in the blue sky, the water is in the bottle, and the mundane affairs are entangled, how can you reach such a realm?" ”

After sighing, Jiajing moved his gaze down and fell on Wu Jie: "Wait for the true monarch to ask for rain, can you write the green words of Jiao Zhai?" ”

Wu Jie remembered a few articles asking for rain, but he didn't know if it was suitable or not.

Hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Back to Zhenjun's words, Wu Jie can write this kind of article." It's just that before writing, you have to figure out why the people in the place want the people in the place to pray for rain and blessings, so that you can put it down. There is a saying that the east is said to be rainy, and the west is rainy, but there is no sunny but sunny. Our Celestial Empire is vast and vast, and there are great differences between various places and parties. If you ask the heavens for rain without asking for help, the dry places will be moistened by rain, but some places will be flooded. ”

Jiajing nodded: "That's how it should be, naturally it's impossible to mess around...... Hey, it rains in the east and rains in the west, but it is sunny but sunny. Well written, wonderful! ”

Jiajing's eyes lit up: "But you did it?" Is this sunny word sunny or affectionate? ”

Only then did Wu Jie know that he had lost his mouth, because there were no Tang and Song dynasties in this time and space, and many poems and allusions were very different from the real history, and he often made jokes on it.

This poem comes from his own Tang people's "Bamboo Branch Words" is a love poem, although Wu Jie has a heart to show off. But it is not appropriate to read this kind of poem in front of the emperor, so I have to support a few sentences, saying that this is a Sichuan folk song, and deal with the past.

Jiajing: "I thought it was your poem, the one you read before, 'The body is in the shape of a crane, and there are two letters under a thousand Panasonics.' I came to ask without words, the clouds are in the blue sky and the water is in the bottle', it is very good, compared to the bachelors of the Hanlin Academy, perhaps, only Yang Shen can compare with you, right? ”

Speaking of Yang Shen's name, the emperor showed a trace of disgust on his face: "What is Yang Shen, he can't write such a thing." ”

Jiajing: "Wu Jie, this green word is to ask for rain for the people of Xuzhou. ”

I was about to elaborate, but I heard the voice of a eunuch outside: "Elder Ge, Your Majesty is in retreat, you can't go in." ”

An old man's voice sounded softly: "Long live, the old minister Yan Song asks to see you." ”

The emperor's face immediately turned gloomy.

Wu Jie's face also changed greatly, all along, he pretended not to know Jiajing's true identity, and there was a tacit understanding with the emperor. To paraphrase a phrase from later generations, exchanges that are not utilitarian.

Wu Jiexin said: This is trouble!

(To be continued)