Song Lian, a civil servant of the Ming Dynasty.

Just like most civil servants in the Hongwu period, they got up earlier than chickens and slept later than dogs.

But there are five days off every month, three to five days off on holidays, and all of these holidays are paid off.

Tomorrow is just a break, and Song Lian was wearing old bones and his face was a little bit happy, but an internal official hurried to the official office and summoned the order to summon Zhu Yuanzhang.

Song Lian, who was already 64 years old, immediately rushed over when he heard Zhu Yuanzhang's summons. After all, Zhu Yuanzhang was quite irritable and was very anxious. He went there too late, so it would be bad if he got angry.

Song Lian didn't know what the emperor suddenly called him for, and his steps were faster. However, when he arrived in front of Zhu Yuanzhang and saw Zhu Yuanzhang smiling, he felt a little relieved. It seemed that he had made some mistakes.

"My minister Song Lian, please come to your Majesty."

Song Lian saluted and planned to kneel down. Zhu Yuanzhang took two steps forward and grabbed it with a happy expression on his face:

"Your dear is exempted from rituals and will be given a seat."

Seeing that Zhu Yuanzhang was in a good mood, Song Lian felt much more relieved. The inner official next to him brought a chair. Song Lian sat down half his butt, and then he saw Zhu Yuanzhang take out a painting of ink and handed it over.

When Song Lian saw that his handwriting was not dry, he looked at the font like a ghost-like talisman, and he knew that this was written by Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang.

But when I saw the content written in the ink treasure, I looked at it for the first time and couldn't help but recite it out loud when I looked at it for the second time.

"The ninety spring light throws the shuttle, drinks wine and sings in front of the flowers..."

After reading the poem softly, Song Lian began to read it for the third time and began to carefully understand the profound meaning implicit in the poem.

Zhu Yuanzhang held his hands behind his back, looked at Song Lian's appreciation gaze, and said proudly:

"Song Lian, you are a literary master of your generation and have a lot of knowledge. Please comment on it. How is this poem written?"

When Song Lian heard this, he immediately said with a solemn expression:

"Your Majesty, with my superficial knowledge, I never dare to comment. When I first saw this poem, I felt that this poem was a masterpiece, with the style of the Han and Tang Dynasties! This poem was full of momentum, and it was like a bead, like a waterfall and a spring, flowing down. There were twenty lines in a single breath; however, I carefully savored the poetry, and each four sentences could be divided into a small section, which was promoted step by step. Your Majesty looked at this first sentence..."

Then there was the analysis of the poem that Song Lian was best at. Zhu Qi copied Tang Bohu's "Song of Drinking Under Flowers". I won't explain the meaning of the poem. Anyway, as one of the most famous poets in the Ming Dynasty, this poem is also one of Tang Bohu's representative works. Naturally, the content is awesome.

Although Zhu Yuanzhang was a peasant and had never studied since childhood, he believed in everything, just like the people, and his career grew stronger. In addition to strictly requiring his children to be both civil and military, he also made up for a lot of knowledge.

Of course, I can understand this poem. I know it is to teach people to cherish the time in front of me and not waste time, especially when I was young. In fact, Song Lian does not need to analyze it. I just want to listen to Song Lian’s hymn.

As for the unrestrained and free-spirited poets, considering that poetry was created in a romantic place like Xiaoxiang Pavilion, it inevitably gave rise to the illusion that "the poet hints that he can't wait to come." Zhu Yuanzhang would definitely not mention this matter.

While listening to Song Lian's blow, Zhu Yuanzhang's smile became even more intense when he thought that his son Zhu Qi could write such exquisite and profound poems.

After Song Lian's analysis, he started to ask the main things:

"Your Majesty, who did this poem?"

Zhu Yuanzhang's nostrils had already spread to the earth, and he vowed to be shoulder to shoulder with the sun. He saw his tiger body tremble and said:

"My son, King Liao Zhu Qi!"

That expression and tone almost raised his thumb.

Song Lian was also shocked, so he was naturally not confused. The essay he was good at was "praising the sage virtues and singing peace". In terms of flattery, it was much more powerful than Xu Da.

When he saw Zhu Yuanzhang's expression was waiting for others to praise, what else he said, he immediately started to praise him.

I hurriedly followed a series of rainbow farts, "Heaven did not give birth to him, King Liao, and poetry is like a long night." "In front of Your Majesty's son, King Liao, the name of my generation of Wenzong is not bad!"

Zhu Yuanzhang was so happy. As the teacher of many princes, Zhu Qi was naturally due to Song Lian's contribution to writing such poems. Moreover, Song Lian praised so hard that he immediately gave him rewards. The gold, silver and jewelry were so vulgar. Let's give you the newly written ink treasures!

Song Lian was holding the emperor's ink treasure like a ghost painting talisman in his hand. He was so grateful that he didn't say anything. He would frame it and hang it on the wall when he went back, and since then he became the treasure of the Song family's housekeeping.

After finishing the work, Song Lian took the Mobao and left. He only breathed a sigh of relief after leaving the door, but he thought for a moment and found it strange.

When did the literary talent of King Zhu Qi of Liao become so good?

However, this poem is indeed good. Song Lian silently recited it in his heart and continued to appreciate it, thinking of going back to the official office to share it with his colleagues.

As soon as they returned to the official office, they immediately took out the ink treasures written by Zhu Yuanzhang and spread them out and placed them on the table. When the officials saw that the words were so ugly, they knew that they were written by Zhu Yuanzhang, the immediate superior.

But putting aside the ugly words, everyone still feels the poems above after reading them once!

Everyone asked Song Lian where the poem came from. Song Lian didn't keep it a secret. He directly told him about his just going to Zhu Yuanzhang, and everyone was shocked again.

King Zhu Qi of Liao is only fifteen years old this year, can he write such poems? I have never heard of the King of Liao as a child prodigy in the past. Could it be that a serious illness before the New Year and suddenly became enlightened?

As everyone was talking, Xu Dadu, the Duke of Wei, said casually:

"Your Highness of the King of Liao is really both civil and military. In fact, Your Majesty also called me in the morning. Guess what? The King of Liao Zhu Qi silently drew an exquisite and detailed marching map on the spot in front of Your Majesty. I will tell you in detail..."

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The second day.

Zhu Qi did not know his "both civil and military" deeds yesterday, and the officials of the entire official office knew about it.

He was drunk yesterday and was carried back to the bedroom by the guards. When he woke up the next day, he still felt a little painful and his throat was as thirsty as if it was fiery.

The things about Xiaoxiang Pavilion in my mind are already fragmented memories, and my mind is full of girls' thin waists and buttocks, lotus arms and red lips. I don't know if I saw them in my dreams or I really saw them in my Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

"This soju is so amazing, I accidentally caught it."

Zhu Qi sat on the table muttering to himself, silently poured himself a cup of tea, and was drinking on his own, when an internal official ran in:

"Your Highness, Your Majesty is here."

Huo, is Zhu Yuanzhang here?

Zhu Qi hurriedly drank the tea in one breath, then stood up, opened all the closed windows, and the whistling cool breeze poured in. Zhu Qi couldn't care about that much. He slept drunk all day, and the room was full of alcohol!

In less than two minutes, a large number of honor guards came in outside. Zhu Qi's scalp was numb, so he could only close the bedroom door, and then came outside with a tough bullet. Seeing Zhu Yuanzhang walking in with his hands behind his back, he bowed to greet him:

"My son welcomes the father."

Zhu Yuanzhang sat on the chair, and Zhu Qi hurriedly poured a cup of tea for Zhu Yuanzhang, and then stood beside Zhu Yuanzhang and listened to Zhu Yuanzhang's leisurely saying:

"I heard that you took Xiao Si out yesterday? What did you do?"

When Zhu Qi heard this, his eyelids began to hop, but he still said stubbornly:

"I went back to my father. My son was sick a few days ago and had been lying in bed for a long time. Recently, I have been feeling a little better. I thought about going to the city to walk around. My fourth brother happened to come to me and got together. I didn't do anything. Let's take a look..."

Zhu Qi's statement was reasonable and evidence-based, and there was nothing wrong with it. However, Zhu Yuanzhang shook his clothes and said:

"Xiao Si has all been asked."

Grass! This dog-like Zhu Di actually got everything back!

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Chapter completed!