This is how scholars are, most of them are still shameless.

And usually they are thin-skinned.

I was preparing to watch the fun before. Although I didn’t say anything to look down on Dusk, I must have thought so in my heart. Now, as soon as the lime song in the evening came out, most people felt that they had been slapped in the face.

I always feel like I'm laughing at me, so I feel like I'm on pins and needles.

For a moment, everyone said goodbye and left.

The Shang Bao Sicheng, who was in charge of the record, picked up his pen again and asked, "Commander Huang, what is this poem called?"

Dusk wanted to get a tall name.

After thinking about it, it was better to use the original name against the trend of the simple writing, and he smiled and said, "Lime Song."

This is the impact it gives people.

See magic in the decay.

Shang Bao Sicheng took the pen and recorded it, got up, saluted, "Goodbye. If there are many commanders Huang, he will come to the door to apologize in the future."

Go away in a hurry.

In the blink of an eye, there were few people living in seclusion.

No one wants to read "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".

Seeing that the two imperial doctors were about to leave because of embarrassment, they hurriedly asked them to stay at night. It was rare to have a chance. Since we met today, we must keep the imperial doctors and discuss whether we could spend a lot of money to get out the antibiotics.

The poems will fall apart very early.

When Shang Bao Sicheng left Xing Seclusion, he was still in Shenshi, and all the departments of the yamen were on duty. Shang Bao Sicheng hesitated for a while, so he rolled up the rice paper in his hand and went straight to the Da Nei.

Report along the way.

Zhu Di had nothing to do today. At his instruction, Shang Baosi collectively asked for leave, and all kinds of important seals were placed in the Qianqing Hall, but he really had nothing to do - most of the things were done by the cabinet.

I simply took the map of the north and carefully studied how to clean up the north of Mobei.

The Tatar must fight first.

Then Urianha.

Then Oirat.

It is simple to fight Tatars, but it is a bit troublesome to fight Urianha. It may be necessary for Nuer to let Yi Shiha cooperate and adopt a two-line attack method.

Once the Tatars and Urianha were captured, the Oirat would have no way out.

Easy to clean up.

But beware of the alliance between the Tatars, the Oirat and Urianha, so we have to find a way to differentiate them. The specific operation method can be used to seal the leaders of the Oirat and Urianha when attacking the Tatars to achieve paralysis.

While thinking, the eunuch came to report and said that the Chief Shang Bao Si was asking for a meeting.

Zhu Di smiled and put down the picture album in his hand, "Xuan."

Shang Bao Sicheng originally told him to attend Yuan Zhongche's poetry meeting, one was to supervise his ministers, and the other was to know what methods were used to get the Qingming River Map from Yuan Zhongche.

Somewhat puzzled.

The poetry meeting was so early, and the poetry meeting of scholars, after drinking this wine, it would be dark to end.

Did something unexpected happen?

After Shang Bao Sicheng came in, Zhu Di signaled him to get up and asked, "What, the poems have not been enjoyed, why did you clean up so early? The wine I gave me is not good?"

Shang Bao Sicheng immediately said this and this.

When Zhu Di heard that Wang Shecheng was in a dilemma at dusk, his heart moved faintly. As an official of the Imperial Heaven Supervision Bureau, Wang Shecheng had no direct conflict of interest between him and dusk, so how could he have had a dilemma in public?

Could it be that Wang Shecheng is also a member of King Han or King Zhao?

There is this possibility.

It's okay, either.

A mere official of the Imperial Heaven Supervision Bureau, even the Imperial Heaven Supervision Bureau supervisor, could not imagine such major issues in the country, so he could do it. It is really not easy to train some Imperial Heaven Supervision Bureau officials these days.

The key is that few people are willing to go to the Imperial Heavenly Prison. If they go to the Imperial Heavenly Prison, it means that their ancestors have to be trapped in the Imperial Heavenly Prison for generations.

Asked, "How did you deal with dusk?"

Based on Zhu Di's understanding of Dusk, since he ascended the throne, Dusk has basically not read much. Maybe I read it for a while before the imperial examination in the second year of Yongle, but you should know that Li Mao was a Jinshi in the second year of Yongle, and it is still difficult to overwhelm Li Mao by the half-water flow in Dusk.

So the dusk is likely to escape.

When Shang Bao Sicheng said this again, Zhu Di was surprised, "He actually dared to bite the bullet?"

He asked, "Where is Li Mao's poem?"

Shang Bao Sicheng immediately presented it.

Zhu Di looked at it and nodded secretly, "Not bad, I have some talent."

This is simply in the Emperor's heart.

As long as there is a little chance in the future, Zhu Di can think of Li Mao, then this imperial examination and Jinshi in the second year of Yongle will most likely rise to the top and officially walk on the broad road of his official career.

So this is the benefit of poetry gatherings.

Liu Moye, a female scholar who died in the afterglow of Jingnan, also came into Zhu Yuanzhang's sight through poetry meetings. Otherwise, how could he get the gift of a female scholar?

Li Mao probably didn't expect that he would become the biggest winner of this poetry conference.

Putting down Li Mao's poems, Zhu Di asked Shang Bao Sicheng, "Have you ever recorded the poems of dusk?"

I guess it's impossible to compare.

Li Mao’s poem is indeed OK.

Shang Bao Sicheng didn't dare to say anything, so he hurriedly handed the recorded "Lime Song" to Zhu Di.

Zhu Di took it and saw the three words "Lime" chanting.

Smiling with surprise.

That's it?

What kind of lime is written? You won’t really think that you can write a masterpiece like "The Charcoal Selling Man" in the evening. That’s Bai Juyi, you can’t catch up even if you read another twenty years at dusk.

The talent gap is there.

After watching a few sentences, I shook my head secretly, but it was no match for it. The words were too simple and had no excellence.

Let's continue watching.

Zhu Di suddenly became stiff.

Don’t be afraid of being crushed to pieces, but keep your innocence in the world.

Strictly speaking, this is also realistic.

Lime is originally meant to be broken before use, and then leave a piece of whiteness, so these two sentences still describe the use process and effect of lime from the surface.

But, not just that.

In this way, Zhu Di was like walking on a deserted grass path first, without seeing any vitality, just endless mediocrity, and then suddenly, a high mountain appeared in front of him, with waterfalls falling from the sky in the mountains.

Coming towards people's hearts.

Write things and express your aspirations.

This is the purpose of poetry.

Then dusk did it.

Moreover, it is magic that can be seen in the decay, and thunder that can be caused in the silent.

The simple two realistic sentences are vividly dissected, but they are so clear that they are uncovered, and they are naked in front of the world without any concealment, and are openly revealed in front of Zhu Di.

Don’t be afraid of being crushed to pieces, but keep your innocence in the world.

This is not lime.

This is clearly a wise minister who is willing to make sacrifices for the sake of the great Ming Dynasty, for the country and the people of the world, and to leave behind a pure and prosperous era.

For this, I will not hesitate to pieces!

What a mind and mind, and how awe-inspiring.

Zhu Di was deeply shocked.

He thought he knew dusk, but after seeing this poem, he found that he still knew too little about dusk. Dusk actually had such a grand original aspiration and ambition in his heart.

Zhu Di slapped the table and was excited. He laughed and said, "What a good person to keep his innocence in the world!"

I like it!

This poem describes himself at dusk, but Zhu Di also thinks that this is not about himself? Isn’t this what he thought after the crisis?
Chapter completed!