In the eyes of the two officials in the room, Zhu Ping'an's article "Kneeling in front of the Buddha for 3,000 years" is like an ancient contradiction.

It's completely off-topic, and it's not an ordinary off-topic, it's gone.

If they wanted to use this to attract Emperor Jiajing's attention, then they could only say that Zhu Ping'an had a kind.

After reading only this sentence, they no longer have any interest in looking down, and there is no need to look down at all, just by virtue of the sentence "kneeling before the Buddha for three thousand years", they already know the ending of Zhu Ping'an's dedication to the article this time.

This is to attract the attention of the saint, it is clearly to sprinkle salt and stab the wound of the saint.

I still want to use this to attract the attention of the saints, so let's dream.

Young people, you have to eat a trench to grow a wisdom, this time by him hit the south wall once, this kind of labor pain is also an indispensable experience in the growth of young people, and only the pain of the last time, in order to remember the lesson, will not be repeated in the future.

Let him go.

It's still your own business.

After reading this sentence, the two officials lowered their heads and smiled, three points speechless, three points of schadenfreude and four points of on-the-wall observation, and then they retracted their gaze, no longer distracted by Zhu Ping'an, and once again concentrated on their own articles.

Zhu Ping'an was still concentrating on splashing ink, not noticing the change in the expressions of the two officials, of course, even if he did, Zhu Ping'an would not be affected.

Dip in ink, hang your wrist, move your pen......

From the first word, except for dipping in ink, Zhu Ping'an's pen has never stopped, it is really a spring of literary thoughts.

Even though the two officials in the same room had conceived and drafted, when it was time to finish, they still had to scrutinize the words and deliberate for a while before writing a sentence and a half-claw, half-sentence and half-sentence.

When the two officials in the room had only written three or four sentences after painstaking deliberation and deliberation, they heard another sound from Zhu Ping'an next to them.

The slight sound of the inkstone being put back in its place, the slight tremor caused by the brush hanging on the pen holder......

Well?

Hehe......

After hearing the sound of pen, ink, paper and inkstone returning to their positions, the two officials were stunned at first, and then couldn't help but pull the corners of their mouths and smile.

Zhu Ping'an couldn't write anymore and gave up......

Hehe, even if he is a little self-aware, he knows that he can't do anything, and he stops and gives up in time, which can be regarded as self-knowledge, and it is not hopeless.

However, before the smiles on the corners of the two officials' mouths were completely torn apart, they heard another whirring ...... The sound of gently blowing ink, I couldn't help but be stunned, I gave up this and gave up, why did I still blow ink with my mouth?

This is an occasional situation when writing calligraphy, and after writing, in order to make the ink dry faster, someone will blow the ink with their mouths to make the ink dry faster.

After being stunned for a moment, the two officials couldn't help but raise their heads again and look at the source of the sound.

And then

I couldn't help but open my mouth wide again.

I saw that in their sight, Zhu Ping'an lowered his head and blew dry the ink on the question book, and was closing the question book, and at this moment, they saw that an article had been neatly written on the question book that was about to be closed, because soon the question book was closed, they couldn't see the specific text of the question book, but it looked like there were four or five hundred words, and from the perspective of the number of words in the format, it was completely written.

Finished writing so quickly?!

No way?!

The two officials were completely stunned, I've been writing for a day, and I've only finished it now, and I've only written three sentences just now, and you've finished writing this article?! You've grown a few hands, and you're writing too fast......

However, after thinking of Zhu Ping'an's first sentence "kneeling in front of the Buddha for 3,000 years", the mood of the two officials was slightly better.

You write fast, but you understand the topic wrongly, how can you write quickly!

Since you're in such a hurry to hit the south wall, let's hit it.

Young people

Still too anxious.

Shaking their heads, the two officials lowered their heads again and continued to create.

When Zhu Ping'an closed the inscription, the three officials outside who were waiting for Master Zhang also finished writing, and the four of them took the inscription book of the written article together and walked to the little eunuch who was in Wuyi Valley, and he forwarded it to the Yongshou Palace Imperial Review.

"Gonggong Li, please also forward the title book of our waiting for us to the Yongshou Palace Imperial Tour."

Lord Wang handed the inscriptions of the four of them to the little eunuch who was straight in Wuyi, and stuffed a piece of silver into the sleeve of the little eunuch.

"Well said, well said...... Lord Wang, you can rest assured that you will hand it over to the miscellaneous family. Gonggong Li took the question book, felt the weight of the silver in his sleeve, narrowed his eyes with a smile on his face, and responded in one bite.

"Then there is Father-in-law Lao Li." Lord Wang, Lord Zhang and the other four thanked them again and again.

"Your Excellency is polite, this is a matter within the Miscellaneous Family, hehe, okay, the Miscellaneous Family will not say much, so I will send your lords' inscriptions to the Imperial View of Yongshou Palace." Gonggong Li smiled and arched his hand with Lord Wang and the others, and in the thanks of Lord Wang and the others, he turned around and was about to walk outside Wuyi.

Just as Gonggong Li turned around, he heard Zhu Ping'an's voice behind him, "Father-in-law, please wait, please send Ping'an to the Yongshou Palace Imperial Tour." ”

"Lord Zhu?"

Gonggong Li turned around and saw Zhu Ping'an walking quickly, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"Hehe, I'm tired of my father-in-law."

Zhu Ping'an walked up quickly, smiled slightly and handed a question book to Gonggong Li, and quietly stuffed a piece of silver into Gonggong Li's sleeve.

This Gonggong Li is the little eunuch who just rejected Zhu Ping'an's request to see the excerpt.

At this moment, after Gonggong Li saw that the person who came was Zhu Ping'an, his face couldn't help but change slightly, although the silver in his sleeve was heavy, but the inscription in his hand was even heavier than Mount Tai.

As he just explained to Zhu Ping'an, Emperor Jiajing was in a very bad mood today, and in the morning, Li Chenghua, the imperial historian of Zhejiang Province, inspected five things, and all of them were stopped outside the second gate, and the Duke Wan who sent the fold was also beaten by Huang Dugong.

At this moment, Gonggong Li has 10,000 Cao Nima in his heart, hey, my Lord Zhu, what are you doing, didn't I explain the stakes to you just now, why did you hand over the fold again?!

"Ahem, Lord Zhu, didn't this miscellaneous family tell you just now, the Holy Lord has no intention of summoning officials today, if Lord Zhu has something important to ask to see the Holy Lord, let's hand over the fold another day." Gonggong Li's face was a little bad, but for the sake of the silver, he still patiently explained to Zhu Ping'an.

As he spoke, Gonggong Li was about to return the question book handed over by Zhu Ping'an to Zhu Ping'an.

didn't look carefully at the question book handed over by Zhu Ping'an, and subconsciously regarded the question book handed by Zhu Ping'an as the one handed over last time, asking to see Emperor Jiajing.

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