The First Prince of the Ming Dynasty Text Volume Chapter 127 Lime Ode? Zhu Biao sat in the room for a while and then went to the Wenhua Hall to read. He still wanted to read "Qimin Yashu", which he would arrange soon
Immigrated, this book is a comprehensive agricultural book, covering Chinese agriculture, gardening, afforestation, sericulture, animal husbandry, veterinary medicine, breeding, brewing, cooking, storage, etc. 1500 years ago...
Although there are professional people in charge of these matters, Zhu Biao feels that he cannot just go up and give orders without knowing anything. He must have a basic understanding. In this way, some of his insights in future generations may be able to help those people.
Zhu Biao thought that this was a bit of a toothache. Unfortunately, "Tiangong Kaiwu" only appeared in the late Ming Dynasty. He had that book, but he forgot to read it after buying it home.
If he could still remember some of it after reading it, then it would be trivial to push the Ming Dynasty forward a hundred years, but it would be useless to regret it. If there was someone in the world who knew earlier, it would be a mess.
Zhu Biao was reading the agricultural book with concentration. After a while, Liu Jin came in. After bowing, he stood silently in front of the desk. Zhu Biao put the book down. He knew that Liu Jin had something to say.
Zhu Biao leaned weakly on the back of the chair, still a little depressed in his heart, and said casually: "What's wrong, but what are your orders from the emperor?"
Liu Jin bowed and said, "Your Majesty heard a good poem and specially ordered this slave to read it to His Highness."
Zhu Biao was stunned as he read Tang poems, Song lyrics and Yuan music. The Ming Dynasty was not good at these things, not to mention that his father had no interest in them.
Zhu Biao said with great interest: "Read it."
Liu Jin bowed and then read: "The sound of lime, thousands of hammers and thousands of hammers have carved out the deep mountains, and the fire is burning like nothing. I am not afraid of my bones being broken into pieces, I want to leave my innocence in the world."
Zhu Biao stood up as soon as he heard the first sentence, his face darkened and his eyebrows furrowed, staring straight at Liu Jin.
After Liu Jin gritted his teeth and finished reciting, he knelt directly on the ground and lowered his head deeply.
Zhu Biao's heart was already beating violently, his mind was so dizzy that he didn't know what emotions he was feeling, he was expecting and resisting, and his nose was still a little sore.
It couldn't be Yu Qian. Just as Zhu Biao originally thought, Yu Qianli was born very early. It would be great to be able to assist his son and grandson.
Moreover, the formation of this kind of poem requires the right time, place, and people, and it is not something that anyone can come up with unless he has heard it!
Nuan Yu was also cleaning the table carefully, but now she has got under the table. She has followed Zhu Biao for so many years, and this is the first time she has seen the always graceful Zhu Biao so excited.
After Zhu Biao was convinced, he sat back on his chair and asked expressionlessly: "What a poem. I didn't expect there to be such a talented person in Ming Dynasty. Liu Jin, who is the poet's name? Did he come to participate in this imperial examination?"
Liu Jin quickly replied: "Back to Your Highness, I don't know. When I entered the imperial study, I saw Mao Xiang reporting to the emperor again. I didn't dare to listen more. I put the candidate's place of birth on the imperial desk and was about to leave. The emperor suddenly
I ordered my slave to pass this verse to His Highness. I took note of it and rushed back. I am guilty!"
Zhu Biao nodded and said, "Okay, you go down."
Liu Jin and Nuanyu quickly bowed and left, but they did not dare to go far and stayed at the door.
Zhu Biao leaned on the chair and put his feet on the desk, exhaling a comfortable breath. It seemed that he was not in a good condition to be able to come up with this poem. Otherwise, poems by Tang Bohu, Nalan, Nalan Xingde and others would be more suitable for fame.
Now that his mind is stable, Zhu Biao hopes that the person will be a science student, preferably someone who is proficient in various physical chemistry.
His status is so high that it doesn't matter even if someone else time travels into Zhu Di. As long as Zhu Yuanzhang is not time traveled, nothing can shake Zhu Biao's status.
But no matter who this person is, Zhu Biao must ensure that he falls into his hands. After thinking clearly, Zhu Biao stood up and left the Wenhua Hall. Looking at the sunshine outside, he said: "Nuan Yu, the table is not clean, it must be you
If you haven’t wiped it properly, why don’t you go quickly.”
Nuanyu glanced at him aggrievedly, then went to clean the table with a twitch.
Zhu Biao smiled and walked towards the Imperial Study Room. Liu Jin hurriedly followed. It was already past half hour and his father probably hadn't finished handling official duties yet.
The journey was smooth, and Zhu Biao was looking forward to that person more and more. He felt like he was about to open the blind box. When he arrived at the Imperial Study Room, he saw Mao Xiang coming out.
When Mao Xiang saw Zhu Biao, he saluted: "I am attending the meeting of His Highness the Crown Prince, Your Highness Qianqiu."
Zhu Biaoxu helped him and said: "The poem just now was written by the imperial examination scholars in Beijing?"
Mao Xiang was not surprised. The majesty and grandeur of this poem was exactly what the royal family liked. Even the Holy Emperor was satisfied after hearing it. It was reasonable for His Royal Highness to have a love for talents.
Mao Xiang bowed and returned: "It was not done by a scholar from the imperial examination, but by a young disciple from a side branch of Duke Yansheng's Mansion in Shandong."
Zhu Biao was a little disappointed. It seemed that he could not meet directly: "But there is a reward from the emperor?"
Mao Xiang bowed and said: "The Holy Master has given me the Four Treasures of the Study and a quota for Enke next year."
After hearing this, Zhu Biao nodded, took off a jade pendant with gold clouds and dragons from his waist and handed it to Mao Xiang: "Even if this is a reward from me, please give it to me as well."
Mao Xiang was a little afraid to take the jade pendant. This is the Yunlong jade pendant that is close to the prince. Even if it is given to you, it is not for you to wear. It should be enshrined. As a gift to a young scholar, it is really too much.
Already.
But seeing that Zhu Biao had made up his mind, Mao Xiang had no choice but to take the jade pendant respectfully. Zhu Biao also knew that this seemed to be too much attention, but there was nothing he could do. The man saw that he was in a very difficult situation. If he didn't
Pulling on his hand, his blind box would shatter.
The Kong family is already in turmoil now, and the Ming Dynasty is suppressing him. The head of the Kong family who came to Nanjing for an audience last time died on the way back. Now the Kong family is afraid of making the Zhu family unhappy. Now Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu
The gifts of the two people are enough to ensure that that person lives.
The aristocratic family has a lot more dirty tricks, but it is not to the point of not willing to resist the will of the royal family.
When Zhu Biao walked into the imperial study room, he saw that his father seemed to be the same as when he saw him in the morning. He was still working hard.
After Zhu Biao saluted, he stepped forward and said: "My father asked Liu Jin to bring the poem to my son. I heard it and came here to ask who composed this poem."
Zhu Yuanzhang put down his pen and said with a smile: "We were also happy when we heard it. I guessed that you must like it. Hahaha, he is a branch of the Kong family. A boy of sixteen or seventeen years old was wronged by the master's family, and then he did it.
This poem came out."
Zhu Biao laughed and said: "He is a young talent, but it's a pity that he is from the Kong family. It was in vain that Fei Erchen just gave him a jade pendant."
Zhu Yuanzhang said softly: "It's great, it's a talent from the Kong family. After the boy's parents died, a younger sister grew up in the Kong family. The family's wealth was controlled by the master's family. Although she was talented, she was suppressed.
