Since he rashly proposed the ban on opening the sea last year, Xu Jin realized that he was too aggressive, and some things were really unhurried, and he had to think about it slowly. The court is not a place to fight alone, and if you want to implement your political ideas, you must unite a group of like-minded people, which means that your political ideas must be recognized by others, assimilate others, and stand on the same front with you.

The reason why Xu Jin chose Xia Yan as his deputy envoy this time was that on the one hand, he liked his character and ability, and on the other hand, he actually wanted to assimilate him and include him in his camp. Now the initial effect is not bad, after today's incident, at least the relationship between the two is closer, and then he will find an opportunity to reverse Xia Yan's point of view, so that he can understand that the opening of the sea ban is actually far more beneficial to Daming than harmful.

In addition, Xu Jin ignited the fire of the "Great Rites Discussion" in the middle of the court, and the purpose was also to use Zhang Xuan and others to sweep away Yang Ting and these old factions, and clear the way for his future reforms. Of course, there are also old-fashioned officials in these upstart factions like Zhang Xuan, but compared with Yang Ting and the party, there should be much less resistance to himself.

What's more, speculators like Zhang Xuan are definitely inferior to Yang Ting and these old ministers in terms of integrity, they are easier to tame the will of the little emperor, as long as the little emperor's goals are consistent with their own, promoting reform will naturally be a matter of course.

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The room was filled with mist, Xu Jinguang soaked in the bathtub, closed his eyes and enjoyed the soft service of the early spring, after all, she was a specially cultivated art maid in the Wei State Mansion, in addition to the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, the ability to serve men is also not left behind, and the massage and massage techniques are quite skilled, which is not much better than Yue'er.

"Where did you go in early summer?" Xu Jin suddenly opened his eyes and asked.

At the moment of early spring, his forehead was sweating, his face was flushed with water, and he said, "Sister...... She's a little tired and has already fallen asleep! ”

Where would Xu Jin believe that as long as he takes a bath by himself, this little hoof doesn't know how positive, and today he gave up the opportunity to serve to his sister for the first time, probably because he was trained to make a little temperament.

"Master, she already knew that she was wrong in early summer, can you stop blaming her?" The early spring is very authentic.

Xu Jin glanced at the pretty maid in front of the bathtub, and couldn't help but breathe slightly, because it was inconvenient to wear a dress, the two women would take off their coats when serving Xu Jin in the early spring and early summer, and only wore close-fitting underwear.

Chu Chun obviously felt the old man's gaze, her pretty face turned redder, and the movements in her hands were a little flustered, her chin was almost buried in the ditch, and she wiped it vigorously, rubbing it all the way to the point that Master Xu's armpits were faintly painful.

Xu Jin couldn't help but sweat, and hurriedly coughed lightly, Chu Chun reacted and hurriedly let go, but Xu Jin's raised hand fell down, splashing all over his face, and Chu Chun himself was also splashed all over his body.

"Oh, sir, I'm sorry, the servant didn't mean it!" Chu Chun used a handkerchief to wipe Xu Jin's face clean in a panic.

Xu Jin couldn't help crying and laughing, but looking at the pretty maid with her hair stained on her pink neck, her clothes soaked, and her breasts looming, Master Xu only felt that the heat was surging under him, and he quickly closed his eyes and recited Amitabha silently for a minute, which made the little brother hibernate.

Xu Jin was worried that he would not be able to help but arch this little cabbage if he washed it again, so he ordered Chu Chun to bring his clothes, wipe his body clean and change it.

"I'll let the early summer go to the study to grind ink!" Xu Jin commanded after putting on his clothes.

Chu Chun couldn't help but be overjoyed when he heard this, and the old man took the initiative to wait for Chu Xia, which meant that he had forgiven Chu Xia, so he said sweetly: "Okay, the maid will go." ”

Xu Jin smiled: "You also go to the study to help, master, I have a lot of poetry tonight, and I plan to express it." ”

In early spring, the pretty eyes suddenly lit up, and the ancients' enthusiasm for poetry was beyond imagination, just like the brain-dead fans of the popular little fresh meat now, so the ancient poets, such as Liu Yong, Wen Tingyun and the like, were all popular superstars at that time.

Xu Jin is now famous in the literary world of the Ming Dynasty, known as the poetry is unique, any poem is a masterpiece, these two little cabbages in early spring and early summer are also the brain-dead fans of their own masters, and Xu Jin's two palindromic poems in the Shangyuan Festival Wenhui captured the hearts of the two girls. (The warbler cries on the shore and the willows make the spring clear night and the moon is bright.) The fragrant lotus is clear and the water is cool, and the summer is long. ）

So at this time, when I heard that the old man was going to write a poem, I was immediately full of expectations, and I hurriedly ran to find my sister in early summer.

Soon after Xu Jin sat down in the study, Chu Chun pulled Chu Xia in, the latter looked timid, his mouth was slightly pouting, and he looked like an angry little daughter-in-law.

Reading at night with red sleeves is undoubtedly an enviable thing, and if it is a pair of identical twin maids waiting to read, it is even more a beautiful thing that makes people envy and hate.

At this time, the early spring and early summer stood in front of him vividly, which was really eye-catching, Xu Jin pointed to the ink inkstone and said: "What are you doing in a daze, early summer, you come over to grind the ink." ”

In early summer, I almost stomped my feet, poured some water into the inkstone, and then began to grind the ink. Xu Jin stretched out his hand and tapped the pretty maid's nose and smiled: "The mouth is pouting enough to hang a hemp basket." ”

"Not really!" In early summer, he glanced at the old man delicately, and finally showed a smile on his cheeks, and happily sharpened the ink.

Xu Jin let Chu Chun spread out a piece of rice paper, and then with a wave of his pen, he wrote "Funeral Flower Words":

Flowers and flowers are flying all over the sky, and there is no one to pity the red incense.

The gossamer is soft and fluttering, and the flocculent is lightly sticky and embroidery curtains.

The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring twilight, and is full of sorrow.

Hand hoe the flowers out of the embroidery window, endure the falling flowers back and forth.

The willow silk elm pod is from Fangfei, regardless of Tao Piao and Li Fei.

The peach and plum can be sent again next year, and I know who will be in the boudoir next year.

The incense nest in March has been built, and the swallows between the beams are too ruthless.

Although the flower hair can be pecked next year, it is not a Taoist to go to the empty nest of Liang.

Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, frost and sword are strictly pressing.

When can the bright and fresh beauty be, it is difficult to find it once adrift.

Flowers are easy to see and difficult to find, and the front of the steps is sad to bury the flower people.

Alone sprinkled the flowers with tears and sprinkled the empty branches to see the blood.

The cuckoo was speechless at dusk, and the hoe returned to cover the door.

The green light shines on the wall, and the cold rain knocks on the window and is not warm.

Blame Nong's bottom matter is very sad, half pity and half annoyance.

The pity of the spring suddenly disappeared with annoyance, and then there was no word to hear.

Last night, the sad song outside the pavilion was released, knowing that it was the soul of the flower and the soul of the bird.

The soul of the flower and the soul of the bird are always difficult to stay, and the bird is speechless and the flower is ashamed.

May Nong have wings under his ribs and fly with the flowers to the end of the sky.

At the end of the day, where is the incense hill.

If you don't collect the beautiful bones, a blank of pure land covers the wind and flow.

The essence is clean and clean, which is better than dirt and ditches.

Now he died and was buried, and it is not known when he will be mourned.

Nong is burying flowers and laughing idiots, and he knows who it is when he buries Nong.

Try to see the remnants of spring flowers gradually falling, that is, when the red face dies of old age.

Once the spring is full of red and old, the flowers fall and people die without knowing.

When Xu Jin wrote the last two sentences, he looked up and found that the two little cabbages in early spring and early summer had their eyes red like rabbits, and they were wiping their tears with a handkerchief, and they were crying.

This "Funeral Flower Yin" is Lin Daiyu's pinnacle work, that is, the pinnacle work of Master Cao Xueqin, not to mention ancient people, even if it is a modern person, as long as you taste it with your heart, I am afraid you will be infected by the poignancy and sadness in it.

"Nong is burying flowers and laughing idiots, and he knows who it is when he buries Nong. Try to see the remnants of spring flowers gradually falling, that is, when the red face dies of old age. Once the spring is full of red and old, the flowers fall and the people die...... "Chu Chun thought silently, tears rolled down, and the whole person returned to the stupid and stupid.

Chu Xia wiped his eyes and said: "No, people are going to cry to death, why did the master write such a sad poem!" ”

Xu Jin couldn't help but sweat secretly, he didn't expect Master Cao's "Funeral Flower Yin" to be so lethal, if it was sung with the theme song of the 87th version of "Dream of Red Mansions" in later generations, then what would it be? It is estimated that it will be difficult for Wang Cuiqiao not to take the Oiran.

Of course, Xu Jin didn't plan to give the song to Wang Cuiqiao together, this "Funeral Flower Yin" could be given to her, but the song must be composed by herself, which should be a test, since this woman has the heart to travel around the world to compose songs, she should have the ability to compose a good song, otherwise, this Oiran will not take it!

This song "Funeral Flower Yin" is very long, Xu Jin also wrote a long picture, and in early spring and early summer, this little cabbage finally stabilized his mood, carefully dried the words, and then rolled them up.

"Why did the master suddenly write such a sad and poignant poem?" Hatsuharu asked with admiration and confusion in his eyes.

Xu Jin pretended to sigh and said: "It's late spring in March, and tonight I suddenly saw flowers falling in the courtyard, so I felt it, and now that the old man's poetry is over, you should also go wash and sleep." ”

In early spring and early summer, he left the study with a reluctant expression, obviously still immersed in the melancholy atmosphere of "Funeral Flowers".

Xu Jin put the scroll on the bookshelf, preparing to send someone to Wang Cuiqiao's flower boat tomorrow, I wonder what kind of song Wang Cuiqiao will compose in the end? It's really exciting!

It is foreseeable that Wang Cuiqiao's level of composition is not too bad, as soon as this "Funeral Flower Yin" comes out, it will definitely shake the audience, and it is estimated that it will be even more shocking than the song "Linjiang Immortal", Wang Cuiqiao's name may remain for eternity, as for Master Cao Xueqin, I am afraid that she will cry and faint in the toilet.