"This is not poetry at all, the east of the neighbor Weng is still good at champions!"

After reading the second poem written by Zhu Ping'an, some Hanlin officials were not good, shook their heads and sighed with a face, and felt that Zhu Ping'an's poem simply lowered the overall level of the Hanlin Academy.

Other officials were also sideways, and some couldn't appreciate Zhu Ping'an's soy sauce masterpiece.

Just when everyone was boosing, they heard a very discordant stomach rumbling sound coming from the figures.

Goo-dong

Who?

Everyone turned their heads to follow the track of the sound, and then found a Hanlin official in his thirties looking at everyone with a slightly red face with some embarrassment.

"Ahem, I'm sorry everyone, that, I forgot to eat at noon, and I was a little hungry when I looked at the two poems written by Master Zhu" The thirty-year-old Hanlin official covered his stomach with one hand and pointed to Zhu Ping'an's masterpiece with the other, and explained with some embarrassment.

Hungry?!

What this Hanlin official said was the truth, he was in charge of repairing the history of the Song Dynasty recently, and when he repaired to the shame of Jingkang in the morning, his mind sank into it and he couldn't extricate himself, and he felt that Haohao Huaxia had become a plaything of iron hooves of an alien race, and he suddenly lost his appetite at all, and sat there for a long time.

However, after reading Zhu Ping'an's first poem at this time, he had an appetite, and when he reached the second poem, he couldn't control his viscera for what bamboo shoots, stewed pork, what fish head, crab and stewed chicken, and at the end, God knows how long he endured it and still couldn't hold back.

Although there is a small episode called the belly, the Hanlin officials have not changed much of Zhu Ping'an's poems.

To the eyes of the crowd. Zhu Ping'an had expected it a long time ago, but he didn't take it seriously. Poetry and poetry are originally jokes, and the note from Emperor Jiajing is a poem with an appetite. This appetizing poem alone, these words have a strong unorthodox feeling, serious poems and songs are endowed with words and aspirations, and lyricism through the scene, who will give you an appetite!

So, it's good to have an appetite, no matter what style it is.

"Actually, I've had some other jokes before, but they weren't poetry. Quan Dang smiled at His Majesty, oh, of course, it was also very good. ”

Zhu Ping'an was calm in a sigh. Unaffected, the brush was re-dipped in thick ink on the inkstone with a smile, and the lines of calligraphy were all written on the rice paper, and every stroke is a treasure in art, but what is the content of this writing!

"Yu Xi wanders the sweet and sour fish of the sea

The spicy wings of the gentleman soaring in the sky

One afternoon

Jun Lin asked Yu on the water:

I and you

Who's going to eat."

What are these? I'm blind. This is not only a joke, I feel that our own jokes are hundreds of times more serious than this!

However, it seems that after reading it, there is indeed an urge to want to have a sweet and sour fish to nibble on spicy wings.

Goo-dong

You don't need to look at it to know that it was Hanlin's stomach that didn't eat lunch again, and he must have been hungry by sweet and sour fish and spicy wings again.

Indeed, Zhu Ping'an's poem has no outstanding literary brilliance, but it is full of appetite.

This food pie poem is also a poem by Zhu Ping'an's selection of the little foodie poet in Henan high school on the Internet, "I am a sweet and sour fish roaming freely in the sea." You're the spicy winged root soaring in the sky, that afternoon. You flew to the surface of the water and asked, 'Who is it between you and me?'"

Of course, Zhu Ping'an turned this poem into words, after all, vernacular literature is popular in modern times, but it does not work in Daqing, and you still have to follow the customs when you enter the countryside.

Huang Jin put away all the poems of everyone present, put Zhu Ping'an's poems at the end, and then took these poems to Xiyuan without stopping for a moment. Huang Jin couldn't wait for Emperor Jiajing to see these poems, presumably the saint would definitely have a good appetite after reading them.

After Huang Jin left, Zhu Ping'an didn't take the poems he wrote seriously, although he had a great appetite when he read these food school poems in modern times, but there was no guarantee that Emperor Jiajing liked them.

Therefore, after writing, Zhu Ping'an treated it as if nothing had happened, returned to the library where he worked, and began to slowly sort out the books.

If you organize the books, Zhu Ping'an has an advantage that others can't reach, that is, super memory, although Zhu Ping'an is not unforgettable, but it is almost rare, and he can remember it nine times out of ten after reading it. Zhu Ping'an temporarily emptied the first bookshelf, and then wrote a note and pasted it on the bookshelf.

Zhu Ping'an has already written a lot of delicate notes, these notes are like the bookshelf labels of modern libraries, but instead of pinyin and numbers, they are classified and rhymed with subsets of scriptures and histories.

Zhu Ping'an decided to rearrange the books on the first and second floors in the manner of a modern library, of course, this is a very important task, but with Zhu Ping'an's super memory, it will not take too long to complete, and of course it will not be too short.

After Zhu Ping'an vacated the first bookshelf, he began to flip through the vast number of books in front of the bookshelves on the first floor, and put every book he saw in an open space in the order of Hongwu Zhengyun, a subset of scriptures and histories.

Zhu Ping'an reads books very quickly

In the words of Lao Li, who was sweeping the floor on the side, Zhu Ping'an's speed of reading books was like moving books.

In Lao Li's eyes, Zhu Ping'an reads books like this, standing in front of the bookshelf and flipping through the books one by one, each book doesn't take a few seconds, and after reading it, Zhu Ping'an begins to move books out, one by one. It looked random, but each book was placed in a different position, and soon a shelf of books was moved.

Except for five books that were put on the first bookshelf by Zhu Ping'an, the rest were placed in the open space.

After Zhu Ping'an emptied the second bookshelf, he went to a written label, pasted the label on the second shelf, and then took seven books from the open space and lined them up on this shelf.

After finishing, Zhu Ping'an paced to the third bookshelf, and then read the books on this shelf in less than ten minutes under Lao Li's shocked gaze, and then moved the books, each book was re-placed according to the rules, and several books were placed on the first and second bookshelves.

After the third bookshelf was emptied, Zhu Ping'an put another label on this shelf, and nearly ten more books were placed on this shelf.

After Zhu Ping'an sorted out the five bookshelves, he moved his sore hands, then shook his neck again, poured himself a cup of hot tea, took a book of interest, sat on the seat and read the tea, and regarded it as a rest. (To be continued.) )