Chapter 114 Revealed
Chapter 114 Revealed

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was in an uproar.

What kind of place is the Hanlin Academy? It can be said that it is a place where the most knowledgeable people in the Ming Dynasty gather.

Even if he was just an ordinary scholar, he was at least a scholar of the Shujishi class.

As the president of the Hanlin Academy, Gongsun Bujiu was, if not extremely talented, well-read.

How wonderful it is that even these characters claim that they are not even one-tenth as good as the author?

For a moment, no matter whether it was the arrogant sons of officials or the civil and military officials in high positions, they all looked at Gongsun Bujiu expectantly.

Seeing this, Gongsun Bujiu no longer kept the secret and directly unfolded the rice paper and recited word by word:

"In Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, there are peach blossom fairies in Peach Blossom Temple.

The peach blossom fairy grows peach trees and picks peach blossoms for wine.

Just sit in front of the flowers when you wake up, and come to sleep when you are drunk.

Half awake and half drunk day after day, flowers bloom year after year.

I hope that the old people die in the wine room, and they don't want to bow in front of the cart.

Chess and horses are fun for the rich, and for the poor with wine and flower branches.

If the rich are better than the poor, one is on the ground and the other is in the sky.

If the poor and the lowly are compared to a carriage and a horse, he has to drive me free.

Others laugh at me for being too cool, but I laugh at others because they can't see through it.

There are no tombs of heroes from the Five Tombs, and there are no flowers or wine to cultivate the fields. "

As the last sentence fell, the entire imperial garden suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Countless people are immersed in the artistic conception described in the poems and are unable to extricate themselves.

Perhaps those sons of officials may not be able to appreciate the artistic conception of this poem. After all, they are still young and at the age of riding a horse at full speed and seeing all the flowers in Chang'an in one day. How could they know the tranquility of lying drunkenly under the Nanshan Mountain?

But it was different for the officials present. To be able to climb to such a high position step by step, each of them had to pay far more hardships and sweat than ordinary people, and had experienced countless intrigues and betrayals!

Maybe to outsiders it seems that he is in great glory and has great power.

But when the night is quiet, don’t you wish you were just a peach planter in a peach blossom temple?

After a long while, someone let out a long sigh, "This poem only exists in heaven, how often can we hear it in the world..."

“A masterpiece!”

"I have been an official for decades, but I am not as clear-sighted as a junior. Should I retire and enjoy the countryside?"

In the pavilion, Zhu Yuanzhang narrowed his eyes and sighed, "If I could be like the Peach Blossom Fairy back then, I would definitely not rebel... But, alas..."

Instead of being surprised, everyone agreed with what he said.

No matter what the world is like at ordinary times, who among the countless living beings has not felt tired and wanted to be like the Peach Blossom Fairy in the poems, planting peach blossoms, drinking wine, and watching the various aspects of human life with a smile?

However, only Empress Ma knew that Zhu Yuanzhang's words were not just a momentary emotion, but were extremely serious.

If Zhu Yuanzhang had been able to have enough food to eat, fields to farm, a house to live in, and a place to bury his parents, he would never have become a monk, nor would he have fallen into the situation where he had no choice but to join the rebel army to survive.

In that case, there would only be Zhu Chongba in the world but no Zhu Yuanzhang, and there would be no mighty Ming Dynasty!
As for the two Chang sisters, they kept muttering "In Taohuawu there is a Peach Blossom Temple, and in Taohua Temple there is a Peach Blossom Fairy..."

Obviously, this romantic poem has completely conquered the two young girls who are just beginning to fall in love.

Someone in the crowd asked loudly, "Master Gongsun, I wonder which talented scholar wrote this poem?"

Ye Xuan turned his head and saw his old acquaintance Zhang Quandan. Zhang Quandan had a face full of resentment, and his eyes were secretly scanning the crowd.

Ye Xuan could understand it. After all, if this poem had not appeared, Zhang Quandan would have been the first place.

Not only can he become famous, but he can even gain the favor of Zhu Yuanzhang and serve as an official.

Although the second place is also good, it seems a bit whining and too empty compared to this poem.

Gongsun Bujiu smiled slightly, looked at the rice paper in his hand again and said: "This poem is called Peach Blossom Temple Song..."

"The Song of Peach Blossom Cottage is quite simple and relevant," Zhu Biao praised lightly.

"The author is..." Gongsun Bujiu was obviously confused, but he did not waste time and asked: "Ye Liangchen, which master's son is he?"

"Ye Liangchen!"

The Chang sisters stood up suddenly, their pretty faces filled with surprise and shock.

Many people in the Imperial Garden also exclaimed, "It's Ye Liangchen!"

"It turns out this man is from an official family. I thought he was a hermit who was just playing around in the world!"

"I didn't expect to meet Ye Liangchen today. This trip is really worthwhile!"

Gongsun Bujiu looked at the crowd's reaction and became even more confused. "Is it really because I'm too old? It seems that Ye Liangchen has been famous for a long time?"

Among the crowd, there was a young official who obviously admired Ye Liangchen very much. He excitedly explained: "Master Gongsun, you are devoted to learning and don't care about worldly affairs. It's no wonder that you don't know this Master Ye."

Then, he said with longing:

"The remaining snow glitters on the cold painting screen, the plum blossoms fall and the flute plays at three o'clock in the morning.

The moon is bright and dim in a place where no one is around. I am a melancholy traveler in this world.

I know why you are shedding tears, and you are recalling your life in your heart-breaking voice. "

"The poem 'Huanxisha: The Remaining Snow Glows on the Cold Painting Screen' was also written by Ye Liangchen. What do you think, Lord Gongsun?"

Gongsun Bujiu was obviously hearing this poem for the first time. He immediately stroked his beard and said thoughtfully, "It is indeed a masterpiece!"

"Whose master's son is this? Please come out quickly and stop playing dumb!"

However, when everyone looked around, they didn't see anyone who looked like Ye Liangchen.

In the pavilion, Zhu Yuanzhang nodded and praised: "If such a masterpiece is created by chance, it can be said that it is a blessing from the mind. There may not be a work that can surpass it in the future. But since he has created two masterpieces in succession, it must be a real talent."

Zhu Biao nodded his head and agreed: "Such a talented man, father must recruit him to serve the court!"

At this time, Ye Xuan had a bitter look on his face.

When I was writing the poem just now, I used a pen name out of habit, but I didn't expect it to cause such a big response.

It seemed that Zhu Yuanzhang admired him very much. If he admitted it at this time, what should he do if Zhu Yuanzhang wanted to promote him?
Can I still fish happily?

However, five hundred times twenty is a full ten thousand taels, enough for one to lie down for a hundred years.

If he just gave it up like this, Ye Xuan was afraid that he would regret it so much that he would vomit blood.

Just as everyone was looking around for Ye Liangchen, Ye Xuan gritted his teeth and stood up.

He saluted in front of the surprised eyes of Zhu Yuanzhang and others, and then said to Gongsun Bujiu: "I am Ye Xuan, a captain of the Jinyiwei. Ye Liangchen is my pen name!"

"It turned out to be you!"

Before anyone else could react, the Chang sisters were the first to exclaim in disbelief!

(End of this chapter)