Chapter 55: The Emperor was furious and ordered him to marry the eldest princess immediately! ...
As the saying goes, the seven necessities of life are firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.
Since the war between the six kingdoms, scholars have had no way to save the country, and a simple style of living has gradually emerged.
When a group of scholars sit together and talk about everything, they must have a banquet to liven up the atmosphere.
Drinking alcohol is mostly done by gangsters and is looked down upon by scholars, so tea, which has a bitter taste but a hint of sweetness, becomes the best choice.
With "tea" as the theme, it is not difficult to be pretentious.
A painting, a poem, the candidates came up with it effortlessly, and there was no lack of ingenuity in their work.
What made Li Mi stop was an article.
This article takes the differences between northern and southern tea trees as its starting point, and uses metaphors for reality and criticizes current problems from aspects such as soil climate, variety characteristics, and planting management.
Abandon the high-sounding tone and focus on the small and practical matters concerning people's livelihood.
Refreshing.
"The arguments are sharp and to the point, but the language is not harsh." A gathering of scholars and literati is gradually taking place. "This is quite rare."
The most important thing in writing a policy paper is to grasp the "degree".
If you write too harshly, it means you are dissatisfied with the emperor or have opinions about the officials in charge. If you write too lightly, it means you are not hurtful.
Only when the degree is appropriate and the materials are novel can we avoid falling into the rut.
Spring tea sachets gradually piled up next to the articles.
Amidst the chorus of praise, Young Master Xie closed his folding fan and sighed with a hint of regret.
The article is a good one, and most importantly, what Wang Pu wrote is not false.
Unfortunately, the current emperor is a dictatorial, mean and ungrateful person who doesn't like to hear the truth.
However, the bad atmosphere in Hangzhou and Beijing has not completely corroded Chu Huai's literary character.
"Forget it, forget it. These people really don't know what's worth." Li Mi curled his lips and put down the tea bag. "I'll vote for you."
He is very stingy and cannot give away the tickets for free.
Turning around, Li Mi went straight to the gathering place of students from the northern border to improve his impression.
The sun sets in the west, and a ray of setting sun spreads across the water.
The Chuhuai River flows slowly. Near the sunset, the red light is diffused, and in the distance, the emerald green still blends with the hills.
The annual spring banquet has come to an end.
"Brother Wen Jing, you're number one! You're number one!" The students from the Northern Territory cheered, completely disregarding their usual dignified demeanor and laughing heartily.
"Brother Wen Jing is indeed a man of great talent." Li Mi congratulated him with a bow.
The candidates from remote areas have relatively simple minds.
Most of them only took part in one or two imperial examinations. If there was no hope of passing the exam, they would give up the pursuit and return to their hometown to become rich.
Because their achievements are not obvious and their reputation is not great, they are more united.
"Thank you, Junior Brother Li." Wang Pu returned the greeting sincerely and asked, "Does anyone know where the gentleman has gone?"
When you have learned something, you should report it to your teacher first.
"The master is counting money." The bold and mellow female scholar spoke quickly.
"Ah?" Everyone widened their eyes.
The tea bags were being auctioned off, with all the wealthy families with students bidding to buy them.
A dish of first spring vegetables happened to coincide with the great victory of Zhenbei, which meant the first prize, and the dignitaries vied with each other to invite the master chef to their homes.
Intermediary fees, food fees, seasoning fees...
Everyone imagined the gentleman hiding in a small dark room, twirling brand new silver bills between his fingers.
"One hundred, two hundred." Then he spat on his hands, "Three hundred, four hundred."
The students shook their heads violently, feeling somewhat disillusioned for a moment.
In the shadow of the trees, the servant watched the lively and joyous scene from afar, pursed his lips, and ran back to the high and wide platform in the mountains as if escaping.
The adults repeatedly told us to choose students who have no background and are not very famous.
But this cripple from the North actually won first place!
"Where is the master?" The servant looked at the dead fish all over the ground that gave off a pungent fishy smell.
The dead fish lay in all directions, their bellies facing upwards, their dull scales falling off, revealing the pale flesh underneath.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" another servant asked in surprise. "The Lord has left with the list and is probably already on the ship back to Hangzhou."
"Oh no, what should we do?" The servant stamped his feet in anxiety, but there was nothing he could do.
I hope there won’t be any trouble in the capital in half a month.
While the hook-nosed man was returning to Beijing with the list, the postman who was carrying the message of "Great Victory in Zhenbei" was traveling day and night.
The flying horse is coming quickly, and the whip is whistling to congratulate.
Crossing the towering city walls with fluttering flags and walking on the bluestone roads crowded with people, the imperial city with its winding dragon winding around it is right before your eyes.
"Long live our emperor! Great victory in Zhenbei!"
The vermilion city gate is heavy and solemn, showing the royal majesty.
The palace complex is magnificent, with towering golden roofs and glazed tiles shining in the sunlight.
Inside the palace where sunlight cannot penetrate, there is heavy shadow.
The current emperor Liang Yu is over forty years old, and his face is hidden in the darkness and cannot be seen clearly.
Only his eyes were sharp and vicious, and he looked intimidating without even being angry.
The air in the hall seemed to be frozen, silent and with only the emperor's light breathing echoing softly.
"I remember that years ago, the prefect of Zhenbei, Ma Lu, submitted a memorial requesting merit." A low and indifferent voice echoed.
"Is the Qiyanwushi tribe on the grassland so easy to deal with?"
A trace of contempt and disdain flashed across the emperor's eyes, his face was stern, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Someone must be up to something in the North." He spoke every word, and no one dared to disobey.
That sneer seemed to warn that the imperial power could not be challenged. Anyone who attempted to deceive the emperor and betray Daliang would be killed without a burial place.
"The memorial requesting the unpaid food and wages will be withheld for the time being. Let the young general go to the capital to receive the reward." The emperor narrowed his eyes slightly.
Then he turned his head slightly to look.
The eunuch behind him was wearing a black gauze hat. He had a yellowish complexion and a thin face with wrinkles all over it.
"I appoint you as the Acting General of the Northern Frontier," the emperor said slowly. "Go to the northern border and conduct a thorough investigation for me!"
He is in charge of military duties temporarily.
"I obey your command." The eunuch in charge of ceremonies put on a serious expression, bent his knees, placed the whisk horizontally in front of him and knelt down to receive the order.
The emperor's mind is hard to predict, and the eunuch secretly tries to guess his intentions.
As the top military scholar, General Luan refused to get married, which was a serious crime. However, he was exiled to the frontier because his excuse of going into battle and killing the enemy was too good.
The king wanted his subject to die, but not only did the subject not die, he also won battles one after another.
Destined to be feared by the king.
"How outrageous!" The emperor frowned. He glanced at the memorial in his hand again, and his rage burned. "When the young general returns to the capital, let him and the princess marry immediately!"
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