However, Emperor Jiajing had already let himself retreat, and it would be impossible if he didn't leave.

Yan Song didn't specifically target Wu Jie in this matter, before he came here, he didn't even know who Wu Jie was. Just because of this period of time, the case of Qiu Luan, the chief soldier of Taiyuan, made his head burned, and he was reprimanded by the emperor several times, and he felt a little gray.

Don't look at Yan Song's one-handed cover of the sky above the court, but his power comes entirely from the emperor, and he is not so harmonious with the so-called mainstream gentlemen. Once the favor is gone, it will be interesting enough for those ministers not to fall into the ground.

Yan Song has always been very sensitive to power, knowing that this is an extraordinary period, if he doesn't act again, wouldn't he be tied up.

This day happened to see the excerpt of the drought in Xuzhou, and my heart moved, knowing that my opportunity had come.

As for what to do, he couldn't think of a good way.

In fact, Yan Song is just a typical bureaucrat, and he is not known for his quick wit. Once something happens, most of them are his chief think-tank Luo Longwen and his son Yan Shifan who give him ideas.

Now, Luo Longwen is presiding over the front-line grain supply affairs in Nanjing, and he can't count on it. In desperation, he had to run to find Yan Shifan who was lying on the hospital bed.

Yan Song, a one-eyed son, is extremely smart, and now he is sick in bed.

When Yan Ge went to see this son, he was lying on the bed reading the Di newspaper, and when he saw his father coming, he threw the Di newspaper in his hand and said directly: "If my father wants to win the emperor's favor again, the drought in Xuzhou is a good opportunity. Since there is a drought, the imperial court will inevitably allocate funds for relief; The Son of Heaven will surely fasting and beg for rain. ”

"Now how much money is in the household department of the Ming Dynasty, I am afraid that the emperor also knows very well in his heart, it is already the end of the year, and there is no money at all, if you want to raise funds, Your Majesty must rely on your father in this matter."

"As for Jiao Zhai, there are many people in the world who can write green words, and who can write better than my Yan Shifan."

After speaking, he sneered, with a sneer in his eyes, and took out a page from under the pillow and handed it over: "Father only needs to memorize the words on it well, and it is not difficult to regain the blue eyes of the son of heaven." ”

Yan Song knew that this son had always been disobedient to himself, and the reason why he was able to get the emperor's favor was because he had him to write green words and make ideas for him.

A while ago, when Qiu Luan's case occurred, this son was lying in bed recuperating and did not participate. As a result, things really messed up, putting the Yan family in a dangerous situation.

Although the son didn't say anything, the dissatisfaction in his eyes was obvious.

Silently took the green words, Yan Song did not delay, and ran into the West Garden like a smoke.

......" Yes. Wu Jie couldn't even retreat now, he calmly retreated with his back on his back, but his heart was running at high speed like lightning.

While retreating, he said: "Zhenjun, since there is a pavilion elder who personally writes it, Wu Jie naturally does not dare to show ugliness, otherwise, it will really become the literati collection in the "Stone Record", and the Daguanyuan test is correct. ”

The emperor watched "The Stone Record" during this time, and he had previously discussed with Wu Jie that Jia Baoyu was ordered by his father to write couplets for the Daguan Academy in front of the famous scholars and Confucians.

Hearing Wu Jie say this, his heart moved, and he suddenly remembered the poem "The clouds are in the blue sky and the water is in the bottle" written by Wu Jie before. Dark Dao: This poem is really wonderful, and it is obvious that this Wu Festival has also studied quite a lot in the Xuandao. At least Yan Song can't write such verses. If you let them try the green words, but they don't know who wins and who loses?

"Huh." Jiajing suddenly laughed: "Wu Jie, stay and write a green word too." ”

Hearing the emperor's words, Yan Song glanced at Wu Jie in surprise, with a hint of vigilance in his expression.

Wu Jie's heart was relieved, as long as he could stay, he would have a chance, and he was confident that he would overwhelm Yan Song in the next competition: "Zhenjun, Wu Jie is just a small talent, how dare he show his ugliness in front of the elder pavilion." ”

All this was expected by him, and Wu Jie had been thinking about Jiajing for several days. This person's surname is strong and extreme, and he is perfect in imperial art. I like to win over one faction and fight another, provoking my subordinate ministers to provoke each other, and I play a balance in it.

Because of this hand, since he ascended the throne, first-class people like Yang Tinghe and Xia Yan have been carried into his hands. The next unlucky ones in his hands are Yan Song and his son, Lu Bing, and Lin Lin, all of whom are not the elites of this era.

In fact, most of the so-called famous monarchs and heroes in history like checks and balances. It is best for the ministers to be hostile to each other, and they are afraid that they will be in harmony and work together to deal with the emperor.

Just because this trick has been played a lot, Emperor Jiajing naturally has a special interest in the competition between ministers, and he can't wait for others to fight every day.

This kind of competition between literati can be regarded as a small conflict, and Emperor Jiajing naturally refuses to guard against it.

At this point, Wu Jie grasped the emperor's thoughts, and after a try, it was so.

Jiajing waved his hand: "The literati collection is about the level of talent, not about who is the official. Otherwise, everyone will get together and report to their families, you are a Xiucai, he is a Jinshi, you are a seven-grade, he is a second-grade member, and there is no need to compare. Yan Song, do you think that's the truth? It's better for you and Wu Jie to write one each. ”

Yan Song was a little embarrassed: "What Your Majesty said is extremely true, but this sacrifice to the sky and ask for rain, you only need to burn a green word, and you write too much, but I'm afraid it's inappropriate." ”

"There is a saying among the people, many people are not to blame, so what's the harm in burning more one." Jiajing said lightly: "Wouldn't it be better to have one more person to pray to God?" ”

Yan Song was speechless.

Jiajing: "Huang Jin." ”

Huang Jin hurriedly ran in from outside the door: "Long live Lord, the old slave is here." ”

Jiajing: "Set up an altar, and the waiter will change his clothes." By the way, let them change their clothes too. The emperor pointed to Yan Song and Wu Jie.

"Yes." Huang Jin glanced at Wu Jie imperceptibly, with a hint of a smile on his face.

…… Soon, the altar was set up and cigarettes were swirling.

Wu Jie and Yan Song both changed into Taoist robes, wore a Taoist crown made of fragrant leaves on their heads, and stood in front of the altar with their bodies straight.

And Emperor Jiajing also dressed as a Taoist priest, but on his head was a golden crown to the sky, and his thin and upright body was quite out of the dust.

As for Yan Song, his hair and beard are all white, and he is a fairy wind and bones.

Jiajing glanced at Wu Jie, but saw that this young man had red lips and white teeth, was tall and strong, and had excellent body proportions. The robe on his body was a little tight, and he looked shrewd and capable. Gestures, calm, not humble, not arrogant, a group of elegant atmosphere.

Jiajing nodded secretly: This son and Zhang Juzheng are a little similar.

The green rattan paper and then the cinnabar have been prepared, in duplicate, and the altar has been set up.

Huang Jin took a group of eunuchs to put on Taoist robes and tinkered beside him for a long time before he said; "Hooray, it's time to start."

Jiajing nodded: "Yan Song, Wu Jie, you can write at the same time." ”

Yan Song didn't shirk either, he stepped forward first, picked up the pen and wrote it down, obviously memorizing the green words written by his son.

Wu Jie didn't dare to lag behind, and at the same time stepped forward and wrote as quickly as possible.

Suddenly, a green word of more than 100 words was written, and the two put down their pens at the same time.

Look at the incense sticks lit, but it burns a piece of rice that is a grain long.

At this time, even Jiajing was taken aback. Even if it is a talented person such as Xu Jie, Zhang Juzheng, to write a green word, from conception to consideration of words and sentences, and then to write it, it takes a pot of tea, how can these two people become like this quickly. Are they fooling me...... I thought about it, but I didn't dare.

He didn't know that the two had already prepared in advance.

Yan Song had already memorized what Yan Shifan had done, and Wu Jie had also memorized a belly of green words. The two of them don't have to think about it, they just have a pen, and it doesn't take any effort to get down.

Curious, Jiajing picked up Yan Song's manuscript first, only glanced at it, and applauded continuously. Yan Ge's old things are as delicate and beautiful as ever, and they are catchy to read, but there is some meaning of fragrant words.

The so-called green words are the prayers written by the Taoist priests when they worship the heavens, the format is not limited, the content is not limited, the key is that the words and sentences must be beautiful, otherwise it will not show the solemnity and seriousness of this ceremony.

Therefore, most people write green words, and most of them use pun script.

Of course, there are also poems that are used. For example, Gong Zizhen of the Qing Dynasty wrote "Kyushu is angry and thunderous, and it is sad that ten thousand horses are together." I advise the heavenly prince to be vigorous and reduce talents without sticking to one pattern. In a sense, it is also a green song.

Yan Shifan is known as the half of the three talents of the Ming Dynasty, and the three talents in front of him are Xie Jin, Yang Shen and Xu Wenchang. Although Xiaoge Lao is inferior to them, compared with the literati of the same era, the level is not half a star higher.

This green word still maintained the previous level, Jiajing only glanced at it, and his heart rejoiced, and he shouted, "Good, good, good, good, good." ”

And he began to read aloud.

Then he put it in the censer and burned it to the heavens.

Hearing the emperor's praise, Yan Song was very proud, and there was a joy between his eyebrows.

It seems that his status in the emperor's mind has returned.

Wu Jie was not in a hurry, he listened attentively, but he had to admit that Yan Song's article was really well written, it was really beautiful. Unfortunately, although the words are beautiful, they have no content, are empty and clichéd.

It's easy to win!

At this time, Wu Jie's heart settled down, and he seemed even more calm.

Seeing that Wu Jie was so calm, Yan Song's heart suddenly tightened, and he suddenly felt some uneasiness.

You must know that most of the scribes who can serve the emperor are not ordinary. Naturally, learning must be excellent, and Jiajing is a person who likes gorgeous diction, so this person's writing must be good to win his favor.

Therefore, in the past, most of the people who could stay in the emperor were first-class talents in the world, at least they had to be editors of the Hanlin Academy.

It seems that this Wu Festival is not simple.

I don't know how well he writes his green words, is it comparable to my son's domain?

After burning Yan Song's manuscript, Jiajing was already very satisfied, so he casually picked up the green words from Wu Jiefeng, and after only reading it for a moment, his eyebrows were stretched, and his eyes were terrifying.

There was silence for a long time, and then he slowly exhaled: "It's not bad." ”

He put his hand on the red candle and lit it, and gently put it into the incense burner.

This move not only stunned Yan Song, but also made Wu Jie a little incomprehensible.

(To be continued)