Chapter 86: Supporting Yulong to Die for the King [4k Large Chapter]
"Join the army? Are you trying to make me laugh? Such a Confucian genius should be in my Ministry of Personnel!"
"Old man, Zeng Liangjiang is quite capable of solving cases. He will be able to fully display his talents in my Ministry of Justice."
"Haha, Minister Sun's words are too narrow-minded, and they make me laugh. Since ancient times, who among those with quick wits couldn't solve cases? I think the Ministry of Rites is the place where the powerful minister can display his talents..."
“…………”
As these sounds rise and fall.
The fourth prince Wang Yuanhao's eyes suddenly turned.
The feminine face glanced at the chubby prince with ill intent.
Then he stood up with a serious expression, and after suppressing his laziness, he bowed to Emperor Jianhong with a solemn look.
"Father, Zeng Anmin is a man of unwavering character and talent. It is indeed a bit excessive for him to be the Crown Prince's tutor. It would be better to grant him an official position so that he can contribute to our Great Saint Dynasty as soon as possible."
As soon as these words were spoken.
The ministers were silent for a moment.
"I agree with what the Fourth Prince said."
Afterwards, the voices of the ministers arguing became even more intense.
Some even started cursing and exposing each other's shortcomings.
It's like a scene of bargaining in a vegetable market.
Hearing these voices, the little fat prince became anxious.
Those clear eyes immediately became urgent.
He first glared at the Fourth Prince, but the Fourth Prince looked at the ministers with a smile and ignored him.
The prince couldn't help but look at the ministers. He wanted to open his mouth to refute, but was afraid of offending anyone.
For a moment, I could only stand there and worry.
After all, he had only been the crown prince for less than two years, and he still lacked some experience compared to these ministers who had been in the court for a long time.
so……
He could only look at Zeng Anmin eagerly, like a hungry baby looking at his old father.
…
The fierce quarrel among the ministers made Emperor Jianhong look a little gloomy.
As an emperor, how could he not know what these ministers were thinking?
He just had a blank expression and said nothing.
Zeng Anmin's eyes were somewhat dazed.
He looked up at his ministers.
I felt it was ridiculous.
Am I...so popular?
Then he blinked and looked at his father.
Seeing his father's narrowed eyes, Zeng Anmin suddenly woke up.
Damn, I almost got fooled by these people.
Do you really think you are so popular?
The struggle in the court is about power.
As a court official, the right thing to do is to win over the people's hearts and build momentum for yourself.
Do they really value their own talents?
Yes and no.
Having talent is important.
But if one has talent and a towering tree to lean on, then in the eyes of the ministers, he is the so-called dragon and phoenix among men.
And my father is the newly appointed Minister of War, Grand Secretary of Wuying Palace, and Cabinet Minister.
That is their real goal!
As my father's only son, no matter which department I join, the leader of that department will definitely welcome me with open arms.
Obviously, what Zeng Anmin could think of, Emperor Jianhong could naturally think of as well.
He glanced around calmly.
The majestic gaze was sharp.
All the ministers who met his gaze lowered their heads subconsciously.
The originally passionate scene gradually quieted down.
The atmosphere in the East Palace was a little solemn for a moment.
"snort."
Jianhong snorted coldly, his aura fully open:
"You are all important officials in the court. How can you be like a fierce woman in the market?"
Well.
Everyone lowered their heads, each lost in thought.
Seeing that the ministers did not answer, Jianhong's expression improved slightly, and then he turned his gaze to Zeng Anmin.
With a rare smile on his face, he asked:
"How did you feel in the formation just now?"
Zeng Anmin felt Jianhong's gentle voice and a wonderful feeling arose in his heart.
When he first met Emperor Jianhong, both he and his father were charged with serious crimes and their lives were in danger.
Jianhong didn't give him a good look that day.
But today, my performance as a "loyal minister of the country" can be said to be extremely beautiful.
He steadied his voice, saluted and replied:
"Your Majesty, it feels... like a nightmare."
After saying this, he pursed his lips, his voice sounding as if he had breathed a sigh of relief:
"But luckily it was just a dream."
The image of a minister who cares about the country and the people comes to life on the paper.
"hehe."
His answer sounded quite honest.
Emperor Jianhong and his ministers all laughed softly.
"In the illusion array, King Qing ordered you to write a poem. Why did you laugh?"
Emperor Jianhong's face looked friendly.
But it also blends in a sense of superiority and distance.
Zeng Anmin's expression was serious. He slowly raised his handsome face, his eyes filled with pride.
"Your Majesty, although Anmin's status is lowly, the Prince Qing in the illusion array is nothing but a traitor. Is he worthy of listening to Anmin's words?"
As he finished speaking, the afterglow of the setting sun just happened to shine on him.
Against the backdrop of sunlight, the shining light of this young man made the whole world pale in comparison.
As soon as these words were spoken, countless ministers behind Jianhong were in a daze.
They seemed to see themselves in the past in the arrogant young man in front of them.
He also carries a sword of talent, hoping to gain fame in the world.
I was no worse than him that year.
The prince was so excited that his body was shaking. Under his loose coiled dragon robe, his fists were clenched tightly together. He looked at Zeng Anmin with incomparable emotion.
Only Zeng Shilin had a blank expression, pursed his lips, and said nothing.
Emperor Jianhong chuckled and looked at Zeng Anmin with a hint of interest:
"Oh? So, you already have a masterpiece?"
"this……"
Zeng Anmin was stunned for a moment.
I didn't expect that Emperor Jianhong's thinking was so unconventional and he could attack from unexpected angles.
Sure enough, as soon as Emperor Jianhong said this.
The eyes of the ministers behind him all lit up.
Looking at Zeng Anmin expectantly.
The current Dali Temple Minister gently stroked his beard and said with emotion:
"Yes, even I can't help but feel excited when I see such a scene. Zeng Liangjiang's poems moved the south of the Yangtze River, so I believe he must have a plan in mind!"
"Well, I want to hear it too."
Seeing Zeng Anmin's hesitation, King Qi's eyes flashed coldly, and he looked down at Zeng Anmin:
"Why? Your Majesty asked you to compose a poem, but you don't want to?"
This muscle man is...
Zeng Anmin frowned and looked at King Qi's body, which was nearly a meter tall.
He clearly felt a hint of hostility from this person.
He glanced at his father imperceptibly, wanting some clues.
As a result, he saw his father's expectant eyes.
It can be seen that my father has great confidence in his poetic talent.
After just a moment's thought, Zeng Anmin understood what his father meant.
His performance today has left him with a favorable impression in the hearts of the ministers and His Majesty.
The reason why Emperor Jianhong wanted to listen to his poetry was simply out of interest.
If you can do it well, His Majesty will naturally look upon you with higher regard.
If it is not done well, it will not affect anything.
Thinking of this, Zeng Anmin no longer hesitated, his eyes were calm:
"Anmin does have some ideas in his mind. If I don't do it well... I hope Your Majesty will not blame me."
"No problem!"
Emperor Jianhong chuckled, turned his gaze to the ministers, and said in a long voice:
"Young people should be more energetic."
This is incomprehensible.
But Zeng Anmin heard encouragement in it.
"Then Anmin, please show your ugliness."
Zeng Anmin smiled shyly.
He said so, but his actions were generous, and he saluted the ministers and Jianhong:
"If I don't do it well, please treat it as a joke."
"Haha, we're all ears."
Hearing Zeng Anmin's modest voice, all the ministers smiled kindly.
So I looked at him quietly.
In the courtyard of the East Palace, dozens of pairs of eyes were fixed on him.
"Click~" He took a step forward.
Zeng Anmin began to pace around in place in a pretentious manner.
Suddenly, he stopped and slowly raised his head.
Seeing his actions, all the ministers held their breath and looked expectantly.
Zeng Anmin's expression turned solemn, and he slowly looked towards the horizon.
The voice recited the first sentence quietly:
"Dark clouds press down on the city, and the armor shines like golden scales in the sun."
It's just the beginning.
The ministers just looked dazed.
As the top group of people in the Great Holy Dynasty.
Except for King Qi and a few warriors, the rest were scholars with great literary talent.
You can tell whether a poem is good or bad just by listening to one sentence.
This opening sentence instantly depicts the depressing situation on the battlefield.
One word "pressure".
It vividly reveals the large number of enemy troops, their fierce momentum, the disparity in strength between the two sides, and the difficult situation of the defending soldiers.
It is very consistent with the scene in the illusion just now, where the enemy army was pressing into the city.
The scene was extremely quiet.
In the yard of dozens of people.
Only Zeng Anmin was moving.
“Pah.”
He took the second step.
Everyone's eyes followed his figure.
"The horn sounds fill the sky with autumn colors, and the rouge on the frontier turns the night purple."
Sai Shang? ?
Frontier poems? ?
The civil officials all looked at each other strangely.
Dad was also stunned.
Then a smile flashed in his eyes, and he looked at his eldest son with a look of relief.
Good boy, very smart!
At first glance, this poem means to describe the brutality of soldiers on the frontier killing the enemy.
It seemed that these were two completely different scenes from the illusion Zeng Anbian had just experienced.
But this is precisely the most wonderful part of this poem.
Or perhaps it is the cleverest thing about Zeng Anmin.
What did you experience in the illusion just now?
It is the scene of rebels breaking into the imperial city.
The Imperial City is the face of the Great Holy Dynasty and also the face of Your Majesty.
The two words "Sai Shang" set the tone of this poem as a frontier poem.
But it saved His Majesty's face to a great extent!!
Sure enough, after hearing the second sentence.
Emperor Jianhong's face was slightly startled, and then a smile appeared on his face.
His left hand subconsciously raised to stroke his beard.
There seems to be a hint of... doting in Zeng Anmin's eyes!
Zeng Anmin was quiet for a while, then took two steps.
Look up at everyone.
Feeling the extremely friendly look in Emperor Jianhong's eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that I chose the right poem.
"The half-rolled red flag is facing the Yishui River, but the frost is so heavy that the drums are silent."
Afterwards, there was no stopping at all.
"Click~" He took two more steps and suddenly looked up at Emperor Jianhong who was standing there.
The voice was extremely high:
"I will repay your kindness on the Golden Terrace and die for you, supporting the Jade Dragon!"
Swish!
Everyone present breathed heavily.
It was originally just a superb poem about killing enemies at the border.
With the final line, the poem instantly becomes a patriotic poem expressing loyalty to the emperor, patriotism and determination to serve the court!
After a brief silence.
A loud laugh rang out:
"Hahahaha!! Good! Good! Good!!"
It was rare for Emperor Jianhong to be so happy, and he said the word "good" three times in a row, which was extremely rare.
As Jianhong laughed.
All the ministers were also shocked.
Then he looked at Zeng Anmin in disbelief.
No, is this kid in front of me really only sixteen years old?
They are all smart people, even though they didn't understand why this kid wrote a frontier poem just now.
Now, looking at Emperor Jianhong's extremely exaggerated laughter, how could he not react?
Especially the last line, which cleverly transforms the frontier poem into a poem about loyalty to the emperor and patriotism...
It was exactly the same as his performance in the illusion array!
This kid!
sharp! !
not to mention……
"What a wonderful poem! A masterpiece that will be remembered for all time! It will surely live on through the ages!"
Those who understand poetry were even more excited at this time, and looked at Zeng Anmin with admiration.
This poem alone fully expresses the ambitions of the feudal lords! !
Zeng Anmin looked at everyone, a humble smile appeared on his face, and he quickly replied:
"Thank you for the compliment. It's just a casual doodle. I hope you gentlemen don't mind."
The prince was so happy that he almost fainted.
His plump body was shaking as if he had Parkinson's disease.
Those round eyes stared at Zeng Anmin intently, as if he wanted to go up and hug him at this moment.
I will imitate Taizu and say:
"This palace has a powerful assistant, just like a fish in water!!!"
But he doesn't dare to do it now.
"Since you have passed the assessment, you will study with the Crown Prince, supervise him, and encourage him."
Emperor Jianhong looked at Zeng Anmin, his voice filled with relief.
Zeng Anmin was about to perform the ceremony to receive the imperial edict.
But then a voice was heard: "Your Majesty, I have something to say."
This sound attracted everyone's attention.
Zeng Anmin was stunned and looked towards the field.
The person who spoke was his father, Zeng Shilin.
Dad, you are...
"Oh? What do you want to say, Lord Zeng?" Jianhong was happy for once, and looked at Zeng Shilin with a smile.
The old man's face was serious. He bowed to Jianhong and said in a steady voice:
"Your Majesty, the matter of my son being appointed as the Crown Prince's tutor remains to be considered."
As soon as these words were spoken, Jianhong, who had been smiling, frowned.
He looked at Zeng Shilin calmly and asked:
"how?"
The old man took a deep breath, glanced at King Qi in the field, and then bent down.
"My son's test on the illusion array is not scheduled for today."
The voice was calm, with a hint of murderous intent.
As soon as these words were spoken, the whole place fell silent.
The magic array was activated, just as the prince had just said.
Is it a coincidence?
Was it a mistake by the son of King Qi, or was it intentional?
True coincidence or false coincidence?
The eyes of all the ministers were solemn.
For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Wang Qianzhi, who was still unconscious in the middle of the field.
Zeng Anmin secretly gave his father a thumbs up.
He is worthy of being my dad, so awesome!
No, I have to give an assist.
Zeng Anmin looked angry.
He bowed deeply to Emperor Jianhong and said:
"I am unwell, and I am afraid that my appointment as tutor would be a disservice to Your Majesty. I beg Your Majesty to revoke your order!"
The meaning of this statement is very clear.
Being a tutor? No! I refuse.
I want to live a few more years.
Sure enough, as soon as these words were spoken, Emperor Jianhong's expression instantly turned gloomy.
He looked at the unconscious Wang Qianzhi with an unfriendly look.
(End of this chapter)
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