Although the person who submitted the "Shu Yi Lu Shu" was only a temporary crown prince and did not even have an actual rank, no official in the capital would still look down upon this "little pavilion elder".
For example, Feng Bao reacted the fastest.
After more than half a year, Feng Bao once again quietly came to Zhang Juzheng's residence.
It started to rain heavily in the afternoon that day, but the heavy rain could not cancel Feng Bao's travel plan. He was still wearing a raincoat and a cloak as when he came before, and came as Xu Jue's entourage.
The difference from the previous time was that this time Zhang Juzheng seemed to have known for a long time that Feng Baobao was coming in person. He had already made arrangements in the flower hall, not only waited in person, but also personally greeted him at the door of the flower hall.
They looked at each other and smiled, saying nothing. The two entered the room and exchanged a few casual greetings. Feng Bao quietly changed the topic and made a gesture to Xu Jue beside him. Xu Jue understood and quickly offered a
A mahogany box.
"Duke, what is this?" Zhang Juzheng asked.
Feng Bao smiled and said: "Why don't you open it and take a look?"
He made a gesture, and Xu Jue immediately opened the mahogany box and took out a beautifully framed vertical scroll. Seeing that Zhang Juzheng did not stop him, You Qi immediately stepped forward to help separate the vertical scroll.
It turned out that this was a banner written entirely on the best four-foot rice paper used by the imperial palace. Zhang Juzheng stood up to look at it, stared at the words on it, was slightly startled, and couldn't help but hum in a low voice:
Yan City returns in early February, and the long train is carried gracefully and energetically.
There is no Ganquan Fu sold in Kinmen. Who is in the Xuan room? Ask Zixu.
In the night of Taiyi, a fire burns on the east wall, and in Tianchi, it turns into a fish in the north.
The universe is full of spring scenery every year, and the prime minister is wearing a ring to serve in the forbidden house.
There is a line of inscription after the poem: Respectfully recording the poems of Mr. Taiyue, Feng Bao. Under the word "Bao", there are two seals, one yang and one yin, one square and one circle. The yang seal is "Feng Bao" in Wei stele style.
"" two characters, the two characters on the Yin seal are the two characters "Daban" in Qin Xiaozhuan style.
Feng Bao didn't use the title "Director of Ceremonies Bingbi" or "Admiral of the East Factory", but he chose a "big companion". Zhang Juzheng couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly, and there seemed to be a sparkle in his eyes, but it disappeared in a flash.
As for the poem copied by Feng Bao, Zhang Juzheng is very familiar with it. It was written by him nineteen years ago, and it is the first poem of "Send Off the Younger Brother to Return to Ying at the Carnival".
At that time, in the 26th year of the Jiajing reign, he and his two young sons, Chu Youjia and his friends from the same hometown, came to the capital to participate in the triennial examination. He passed the Jinshi examination and was selected as a scholar of the Hanlin Academy, but Chu Youjia failed to achieve success.
.The two parted at their guest house in the capital. Zhang Juzheng wrote this poem to Chu Youjia.
After nearly twenty years, Zhang Juzheng can't help but be filled with emotion when rereading this poem.
At that time, he was young and vigorous, and when he first came to the capital, he saw the princes, nobles, and officials, who were well-dressed and well-dressed. He, a young scholar from Jiangling with a military background, was discouraged by his poverty.
At the same time, he is confident in his wealth of knowledge. The lines of the poem reveal his lofty political aspirations, which is to aspire to be the best among ministers: to wear a ring to serve as a prime minister in the confinement house.
Zhang Juzheng was reciting his old works, but his thoughts were changing all of a sudden: "This Feng Bao, what is the purpose of copying this poem to me now?"
He looked at the vertical scroll again - this time not at the poem, but at the calligraphy. The calligraphy was alternately cursive, plump but not stagnant, steady but proud, and quite similar to the style of writing in Yan Zhenqing's "Jiangwai Tie".
Zhang Juzheng twisted his beard and smiled and said: "The reputation of Duke Du Gong as a scholar and eunuch resounded throughout the court and the public. Scholars praised Du Gong for his excellence in chess, calligraphy and painting, especially the two arts of chess and calligraphy.
No one in the government can stand at the right hand of the Governor, and even those who have won the Golden List of Literature and Music, there are not many who can stand on the back of the Governor... Many thanks to the Governor for his kindness, I will treasure this calligraphy for the rest of my life."
"Mr. Taiyue fell in love by mistake, so I'm sorry for it." Feng Bao said, instructing Xu Jue to roll up the vertical scroll and put it back in the mahogany box, and continued: "Actually, Mr. Feng's calligraphy is far superior to that of Feng. I have seen
I have seen a few banners given to friends by Mr. Yuan Ting Yue Zhi but he expressed them freely. As for Mr.'s memorials and drafts, I have seen more. In a nutshell: I have no intention of getting deep into the Samadhi because of the book.
It is easy to pick up, but it is very elegant. Feng has seen the calligraphy of many senior ministers, Yan Fenyi, Xu Cunzhai, and Gao Xuan, the three chief ministers. He has also seen the calligraphy, but none of them can compare with Mr.
, how dare Feng Mou do anything in front of Mr. Feng? In fact, Feng Mou appreciates this poem by Mr. Feng."
While Feng Bao was talking, Xu Jue and You Qi both left the study and went to the living room to chat. Only Zhang Juzheng and Feng Bao were left in the study. Zhang Juzheng brought two cups of freshly squeezed Guangdong tribute coconuts brought up by the boy.
He handed Feng Bao a cup of coconut juice, and he picked up another cup to drink. After taking a sip, he said with a smile: "This poem copied by the Governor is not worth mentioning. It is just a young and frivolous servant who is not familiar with the world."
The few lies he made at that time only make people laugh when read now."
Feng Baoda shook his head and replied: "Sir, you are joking. If you tell lies, Li Qingzhao said, 'You will be a hero in life, and you will be a hero in death'. That is a lie. I think she is a female generation, and she can only write a few words."
What qualifications does a poem have to talk about heroes and ghosts? But you, sir, are not the same. Sir, you are now in the second position, only one step away from the top of the world. As long as you work hard, you will be at the top and be seen by everyone.
The situation of "Shanxiao'", which has been famous throughout the ages, is very close to you sir."
"Famous prime ministers through the ages?" Zhang Juzheng couldn't help repeating this sentence, feeling excited in his heart. His ambition since childhood was to be like Yi Yin and Lu Wang, wield the power of the temple and practice the art of strengthening the country, but when he thought of Gao Gong, his heart
Feeling disappointed, he sighed: "Governor, everyone in the world regards Jiangling as the second son of Xinzheng, but with Xinzheng on the throne, how can I live like this?"
"In this case, let Xinzheng be absent; as long as Gao Xinzheng is gone, Mr. taking the position of chief assistant will be like picking something out of a bag." Feng Bao said decisively.
Zhang Juzheng's eyes flashed, and he asked thoughtfully: "Is the Governor being too optimistic? It should be noted that Gao Ge is always the emperor's most trusted minister."
Feng Bao waved his hand and said: "This is certainly true, how could I not know? However, everything in the world has variables, and now this change is imminent." After Feng Bao said this, he looked at the ajar door of the study room.
He lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Zhang, the emperor's food intake has decreased by more than 30% in the past month, and ten days ago, the emperor coughed up blood."
Zhang Juzheng's expression changed drastically and he stood up suddenly.
"This is true!"
Feng Bao was very satisfied with Zhang Juzheng's performance. He smiled at Zhang Juzheng, waved his hand and said, "Sir, I haven't finished speaking yet..."
"What else?" Zhang Juzheng was really having a hard time calming down now.
"Guo Anyang has returned to Beijing." Feng Bao stared at Zhang Juzheng's eyes and said leisurely: "I came with the 'Xiao Ge Lao'... I heard that Gao Pragmatic worshiped him as his husband."
"Guo Pu!" Zhang Juzheng's expression changed drastically: "Gao Gong wants to resurrect Guo Pu?"