Wu Chengsi was surprised, not because of Zhang Jianzhi's experience, but because Wen Rong could tell Zhang Jianzhi's life story one by one!
"Wen Rong, do you know this person?"
Wen Rong smiled and said: "That's not true. It's just that when I have nothing to do, I will pay more attention to the affairs of the court."
Although he said it in an understatement, Wu Chengsi knew that hard work must have been done behind it, and he thought highly of him.
Zhang Jianzhi is currently in a period of frustration, and it would be most effective to promote him at this time.
After thinking for a moment, Wu Chengsi said: "Wen Rong, I want to transfer this person to the Hanlin Academy. What do you think?"
Wen Rong hesitated and said: "My lord, there are so many talented people in the world, why do you only favor Zhang Jianzhi so much?"
"Why, are there any difficulties?"
"Zhang Jianzhi has offended Li Yifu. If the prince uses this person, I am afraid that he will have a bad relationship with Li Yifu."
Wu Chengsi raised his eyebrows: "How did he offend Li Yifu?"
"When Zhang Jianzhi was supervising the censor, he impeached Li Yifu's nephew Li Cheng for corruption and accepting bribes, which led to Li Cheng's dismissal from office. Li Yifu was also implicated and demoted to the position of Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, so Li Yifu hated him very much."
Wu Chengsi was surprised: "Then is Li Cheng corrupt and accepting bribes?"
"Of course there is, and it is blatant. Others turn a blind eye because they are afraid of offending Li Yifu." Wen Rong lowered his eyes and said.
Wu Chengsi slapped the table and said angrily: "Is there such a thing? Then Li Yifu is too lawless, isn't it?"
"Master, Li Yifu is the Queen's confidant." Wen Rong reminded in a low voice.
Wu Chengsi's heart tightened. I'm afraid Wu Mei also knew about this, but just turned a blind eye.
When the king was deposed and Wu was established, Li Yifu made great efforts for Wu Mei. Although Wu Mei was smart and capable, she also had a shortcoming: she was protective of her own people.
Wu Chengsi had some concerns in his mind and said: "Wen Rong, do you think there are some unappreciated people in Chang'an City?"
Wen Rong thought for a moment and said with a smile: "Although I don't know very well, I know someone who can definitely answer your question!"
"Oh? Who is it?"
"Gu Luo'er!"
Wu Chengsi slapped his thigh and said, "Yes, there should be no one in the entire capital who knows better than her. Let's go to Ye Yuqiu now!"
He stood up, took two steps, and then ordered: "Wen Rong, send someone to the Ministry of Civil Affairs and ask them to transfer Wang Bo to the Hanlin Academy as editor!"
"yes!"
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Ye Yuqiu, Gu Luoer's room.
On an embroidered brocade carpet in the center, there are nine small cases in a circle. Behind five of them, five scholars are sitting, all looking in the same direction.
Where everyone looked, they saw Gu Luoer kneeling on a brocade ball, lowering her head and playing the harp, her voice was soft and clear, completely ethereal, and intoxicating.
After the song was played, everyone cheered.
Wang Bo laughed and said, "When you hear such wonderful music, your ears will be filled with excitement!" Everyone responded in unison and drank a cup together.
Gu Luo'er said softly: "My daughter spent a month painting this song and asked Mr. Bai for advice. It still needs a word to complete it. I wonder which young master can help my daughter complete this song?"
"Could it be Mr. Bai Mingda, who has been a court musician for more than 20 years?" A scholar who had just arrived in Beijing asked in surprise.
Gu Luoer nodded slightly: "Exactly."
Everyone was full of literary talents. Seeing that this song was composed under the guidance of Bai Mingda, and the lyrics should not be chosen randomly, they all frowned and thought about it.
Wang Bo thought for a while, shook his head and said with a smile: "The song by Gu Duzhi and Mr. Bai has a very subtle meaning. It needs to be paired with a sad word. It may be difficult for Xiaosheng to come up with suitable words for a while. I hope you can
Forgive me."
A scholar in gray clothes sitting next to him smiled and said: "Yes, everyone knows that your prince An is appreciated by Duke Zhou and will soon be an official in the imperial court. Naturally, the euphemistic and sad words have nothing to do with you?"
Wang Bo smiled slightly and did not refute.
Suddenly, Lu Zhaolin, who was next to the scholar in gray, took out a pen and paper and started writing furiously. He seemed to have gained something.
Everyone moved behind him and watched intently.
Halfway through the poem, the anguish and depression in the poem came out from the words. Wang Bo glanced at him and thought: "I heard that this person failed the imperial examination, but I didn't expect that he did well in the poem. No wonder Gu Duzhi
Invite him every time."
Gu Luoer also walked over gently and lowered her head to watch.
I saw Lu Zhaolin finish writing a poem, and after writing the four words "Ancient Meaning of Chang'an" at the beginning of the poem as the title, he seemed to have lost all his strength and collapsed on the ground.
Gu Luoer was stunned for a while and said softly: "Thank you, Mr. Lu."
Both she and everyone present can deeply understand Lu Zhaolin's beautiful yearning for life in Chang'an in the poem, as well as the loneliness and injustice of not being able to appreciate his talents.
Except for Wang Bo, everyone was a frustrated person, otherwise they would not have come to Ye Yuqiu to drink in broad daylight. Feelings of sympathy for each other surged from the bottom of their hearts, and they all fell into silence for a moment.
Gu Luoer carefully put away the poems and put them into her most cherished treasure box. There was not a single piece of gold or silver jewelry in her box. They were all poems, calligraphy and paintings given to her by others.
Just when everyone was immersed in grief, the door was pushed open forcefully, and a scholar in brocade clothes hurried in. He turned around and asked, "Zian, is Zian here?"
The scholar in gray clothes hurriedly asked: "Brother Zhou, what's wrong? Could it be that someone from the Ministry of Civil Affairs came to ask Brother Wang for an appointment?" Wang Bo stood up in a hurry and stared at the scholar in golden clothes.
This man's name is Zhou Xing, whose courtesy name is Ziyou. He is good friends with Wang Bo and others, and he is also invited to today's literary and wine party. He is the most ambitious among the few people, and he goes to the Libu Courtyard every day to inquire about news.
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Zhou Xing walked up to Wang Bo, took a deep breath and said, "Brother Wang, your luck has come!"
"Nonsense, what do you mean by luck?" Wang Bo scolded with a smile, but his heart was pounding.
The scholar in gray swallowed his saliva and asked, "Is it possible that Zian was awarded the title of imperial official?"
Zhou Xing's eyes were red, and he said in a hoarse voice: "How about editing it from the seventh rank Hanlin Academy?" His eyes were full of envy.
"Seriously?" Wang Bo was surprised and happy, and grabbed his arm.
Zhou Xing looked excited: "I just went to the Ministry of Civil Service to inquire about the news. I heard that Duke Zhou Guogong was appointed as the bachelor of the Hanlin Academy. The Queen ordered him to select talents from various ministries of the imperial court and those who have not been awarded official titles.
Registered as Hanlin editor! You are so appreciated by Zhou Guogong, can you still run away from the position of Hanlin editor?"
Everyone's expressions changed, and so did the way they looked at Wang Bo. Only Lu Zhaolin let out a long sigh and sat down to drink. He was the only person present who had no fame and no matter how good things were, it had nothing to do with him.
Zhou Xing said with blazing eyes: "Brother Wang, according to my estimation, the Duke of Guo may ask you to recommend talents. The future of our brothers depends entirely on you!"
Wang Bo has always been arrogant and arrogant. Although he interacted with these people, the only one he respected in his heart was Meng Huailiang. He said perfunctorily: "My little brother, try your best."
Everyone was overjoyed and toasted to Wang Bo one after another, quite trying to please Wang Bo, except for two people, one was Lu Zhaolin and the other was a scholar in blue shirt.
Not long after, a bookboy knocked on the door, walked quickly to Wang Bo, and said excitedly: "Master! Master! The Ministry of Civil Affairs has sent someone to look for you. It seems that they want to confer an official on you. Please go back quickly."
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Wang Bo was overjoyed in his heart, but he remained calm on his face and said with a smile: "I know, I'll be here right away. You wait for me outside." After that, he bowed his hands to everyone and said goodbye.
Zhou Xing stared at him for a while and said in a deep voice: "Brother Wang, I'm completely counting on you this time!"
"Absolutely!" Wang Bo replied and left quickly.
Zhou Xing is a capable man. After observing his words, he felt that Wang Bo's words were perfunctory and he would not speak for himself, so he said: "Prince An always thinks that I can't wait, so he may not recommend us to the Duke of the country. He needs to think of him separately."
Law!"
The scholar in gray clothes sighed: "We don't know Duke Zhou, what else can we do?"
A short and thin scholar said: "That's not necessarily true. Wang Zi'an can be appreciated by Duke Zhou only because of Princess Taiping's recommendation. Princess Taiping has always been polite to scholars. Why don't we go together to see Her Highness the Princess and let her recommend it to us!"
Zhou Xing clapped his hands and said: "What a great idea! Let's go to the princess's mansion immediately to pay a visit!"
The scholar in gray clothes wondered: "In that case, why not go directly to the Duke's Mansion to ask for an audience?"
Zhou Xingyi waved his hand and said: "That's different. If we go directly, Duke Zhou will think that we are going to seek official positions and regard us as people who are chasing fame and fortune!"
The scholar in gray clothes disagreed: "We are here just to seek an official position, so why should we hide it?"
Zhou Xing shook his head and said, "Brother Fan, just go on your own." After saying that, he bowed his hands to everyone and left with the short and thin scholar. The scholar in gray hesitated for a moment, and then left.