If life is just as good as the first meeting, it is just the level of a good poem if it is an ordinary sequel. However, because of this sequel, the whole poem suddenly becomes unique, completely transcending the feelings of sadness, sadness and coldness like Nagato and the rain. In addition to resentment, it makes people yearn for love for men and women.

The three of them in the public room remained silent, as if they were infected by this poem.

Suddenly, Deng Jian yelled loudly, "This is shameless. I want to impeach, I want to impeach. The shameless Taibai Poetry Society is, look, this is the evidence. My grand censor Qingliu and the imperial court appointed an official. But look, see what they are talking nonsense. He actually said that the first head was written by the Jinshi and Deng Jian in the seventh year of Hongzhi, and later by Ye Chunqiu, Jie Yuan, Jie Yuan, the third year of Zhengde. Compared with the two, the higher and lower judgment will be made for you to watch."

"Sir, this is mocking me, ah, it's such a wolf's ambition, it's really..." He beat his chest and fell down.

Now that I am famous, I am so shameless to see people.

It is difficult to judge whether poetry is good or bad, but whether it is good or not is a good thing is a good match.

It’s like, although the flowers are beautiful, they just go to see the flowers. Although they are pleasing to the eye, there is a pile of flying around them. At this time, the beauty of the flowers can strongly hit people’s hearts. Unfortunately, Deng Jian is that…

As for Deng Jian’s impression, the poetry club doesn’t care at all. The censor is indeed very powerful. Local officials in Zhejiang Province are a little scared, but what are my scholars afraid of you? If you really want to fight, are you still afraid of you?

Zhang Shao was also stunned. Seeing Deng Jian yelling to take revenge, he was completely annoyed and not embarrassed. The face of the Censorate was thrown away by you. The more you make a fuss, the more you become a joke, but the Censorate will also become the target of everyone's joke. Zhang Shao said viciously: "Censor Huang, have you made enough trouble? Humph, the Censor's duty is to pick up officials who are not doing their jobs. If you don't do your job properly, you are already making a fool of yourself. Do you still want to make mistakes again and again? Don't mention this matter again from now on. If you dare to make trouble again, I will never indulge you."

Deng Jian was so angry that he was trembling, but he didn't dare to let out.

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In the Forbidden City.

Today, the color is getting hotter, so in the Silijian, silver basins have already been filled with ice, and the ice water melts, bringing a hint of coolness.

But even so, Liu Jin still felt that it was hard to bear the heat. Anyway, there were no outsiders here, so he took off his shirt and only wore a light little dress. His Majesty did not like to manage government affairs. Now many places are drought, and the cabinet and the ministries were in a fierce debate in the court, but His Majesty ignored it, so all the pressure fell on the Sili Superintendent. Liu Jin also felt that it was very sad. The emperor was lazy and had nothing to do with him.

However, he has been practicing calligraphy recently and has made great progress. So he was quite content and gave his own calligraphy everywhere. Everyone in the palace prisons had one copy. He wanted to send a few copies to the cabinet masters. But after thinking about it carefully, these people had prejudices against themselves, so it would be better not to give them, otherwise they would have ruined their good running script in vain.

He held a red pen and reviewed the memorials very carefully. I have to say that Liu Jin was still very attentive. He was not the kind of person who was unwilling to do things. He liked Yue Fei very much. Prince Yue was amazing. He turned the tide. Well, I also wanted to be such a person, but how could he turn the tide? Liu Jin couldn't help but fall into deep thoughts.

At this time, someone slowly walked in. Liu Jin frowned. Who dared not report it? Then he looked at the memorial grimly and said, "Who is it?"

No response.

Liu Jin had to look up, but was shocked. The emperor actually came here. He hurriedly stood up and bowed to the ground and said, "Why is Your Majesty here? I have died."

The person who came was Zhu Houzhao. Zhu Houzhao was wearing a crown and a crown on the head. There was a pearl curtain on the crown. It was quite heavy. The young man seemed a little overwhelmed. However, his mind was not on Liu Jin now. He must have just sat back and had not had time to take off his crown and was covered in sweat. He came to the Silijian to hide and wanted to escape the summer heat. Who knew that he was standing under the wall of the public room with his hands on his back, looking at a small poem framed on the wall in a daze: "If life is just like the first meeting..."

Liu Jin stood up quickly and smiled apologized: "Your Majesty also likes it. Oh, this is just a scholar from Jiangnan." He almost let it go and shook Ye Chunqiu out. Humph, our family is public and private is private. Although we admire Ye Chunqiu's talent very much, we can't be stupid enough to praise this guy in front of the emperor.

Seeing that the emperor was still staring at the poem, Liu Jin said magically: "Your Majesty, this poem is well written. When I see you like it, I ask people to frame it and hang it. Look, if life is just like the first time, why does the autumn wind make a sad painting fan? Tsk tsk... People should live happily. Only by being happy can the body remain young as before. Isn't this the reason for a smile, ten years of youth? Isn't this the truth? I admire this poem very much, not in his words, but in his charm, very profound."

Zhu Houzhao frowned when she heard this: "Is that true? Be happy and have fun in time. Well, I also need such poems to encourage myself. You can send a pair to the warm pavilion, and I will take a look if I have time."

Liu Jin was overjoyed and said, "If Your Majesty likes it, I will send this picture."

Zhu Houzhao frowned again: "But I don't think this poem means that way."

"Ah..." Liu Jin was shocked, is that possible? He hurriedly said: "Then your majesty..."

Zhu Houzhao held her hands behind her back, looking like a little adult: "Why does it look like an inspirational poem? It means that life is short and you should make achievements."

Liu Jin was stunned for a moment, right?

He faced Zhu Houzhao's gaze, stared at each other with big eyes, and looked down on each other in his heart.

The two of them, one of them, once studied in the Zhan Shi Mansion, but when Emperor Hongzhi was there, there was only one son like Zhu Houzhao. They were extremely favored. They held it in their palms and were afraid of falling, and they were afraid of melting it in their mouths. They were almost obedient to Zhu Houzhao. Zhu Houzhao didn't like studying, so they were naturally half a bucket of water.

As for Liu Jin, he also studied in Neishu Hall when he was very young, and the teachers in Neishu Hall were often Hanlin bachelors with extraordinary knowledge. However, the bachelors were very busy. After a month, they only gave a few lessons. After that, they all rely on their understanding. To put it bluntly, you eunuchs knew that reading and writing were done. Do you still have to teach you the scriptures and articles so that you can be a doctor?
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