The Ming Dynasty started with caution

Zhanshi Mansion,

Yang Tinghe was sorting out the lecture notes for the prince's lectures. When he heard the doorman announce that the emperor had arrived, he hurried out to greet him.

"Where is the prince?" Emperor Hongzhi frowned and glanced at everyone.

"The prince... I'm afraid he has left the palace."

Emperor Hongzhi sighed and said, "The prince has a bad temper, but he is extremely smart. The empress and I only have the prince's bloodline. Yang Aiqing must guide him to be a good prince and a wise emperor in the future."

Your Majesty did not blame him. Yang Tinghe was terrified and shed tears: "Yes, I remember it."

After Emperor Hongzhi left, the emperor's grace was difficult to calm down in his heart, and Yang Tinghe decided to go to Liangxiang.

"The prince goes to Liangxiang every day, I will take a look, what is there in Liangxiang worth staying in!"

Leaving the palace and returning to the mansion.

Yang Yanhe asked the housekeeper to prepare a carriage and went to Liangxiang in person to invite the prince back to the palace.

Liangxiang, library,

Scholars like to come here to read books, not only because there are many books, but also because all the talented people from all prefectures gather here to exchange ideas.

Zhu Houzhao is addicted to snatching books. It turns out that there is such fun with knowledge. Whenever he sees someone taking a book, he shouts: Wait, this book master also likes it.

Scholars can't do anything to him, and they can't compete with him in poetry. This person doesn't know where he comes from, but he always has endless poems, and he can only avoid him.

"Wait! This book master..."

Before Zhu Houzhao finished speaking, the man had already presented the book with both hands.

These days, except for He Jinming and Yang Shen who have a little backbone, the rest of them surrendered directly, which made him feel very bored.

"Cheng Qingshan?"

Cheng Minzheng brought two students to the library. Hearing someone calling him again, he turned around and saw His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and hurriedly lowered his head.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Zhu Houzhao came over and said with a smile: "Go and borrow a book, I want to steal your book!"

After not seeing him for a year, the prince still behaved like this.

Cheng Minzheng sighed and lowered his head and said: "I won't borrow a book today."

Zhu Houzhao was a little confused. How could he compete with you in poetry without borrowing a book?

"Then I borrow a book, and you come to steal my book?"

"..." Cheng Minzheng pretended to be silent.

The hair hanging down from his forehead covered most of his face, which was messy and dirty. The beautiful beard on his face had not been cleaned for a long time. His Highness could not recognize him.

"Mingzhao, Yingning, let's go back."

Liang Xiaoyi and Liang Xiaoer got up reluctantly.

"I finally waited for you, and I want to compete with you today." Zhu Houzhao stopped him proudly.

Seeing that he couldn't leave, Cheng Minzheng said, "Your Excellency, come first!"

Zhu Houzhao smiled happily, and with his hands behind his back, he recited, "

It was cloudy and rainy all night, and the emissary called to disperse the purple palace.

The weather was hot and it seemed like summer, but the scenery turned back to spring.

The chariots were divided into groups, and the flowers welcomed the pendants. The willows reflected people outside the palace walls.

I am glad that the horses returned early, and the six streets were clear of horse hoof dust."

There was a dead silence around.

The scholars shook their heads and sighed. Although this man was hateful, his poems were really good!

Cheng Minzheng was almost angry to death. The poem that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince recited was written by him.

He had recited this poem in the East Palace Zhanshi Mansion. It was not widely circulated. Very few people knew that it was written by him. The Crown Prince was his student, so he naturally passed it on to him.

Zhu Houzhao didn't know that the refugee standing in front of him was his former master, and he urged him happily: "Hurry up, it's your turn." Cheng Minzheng thought for a while: "The wind teases the yellow clouds to rise in the wheat field, and the well divides the new green around the melon field. The child came through the wall with a pot, and the guest took advantage of the empty hall to borrow the couch to sleep. I am happy to rest in the afternoon shade and pity the tired horse, and I love the cicadas in advance. The tower is so close that I forget to go home late, and how many poetic feelings fall by the light." The scholars copied it down one after another. Zhu Houzhao didn't expect this person to be so powerful. When he was scratching his head, a man squeezed out of the crowd. "My disciple is abrupt, brother, please forgive me. I see that you are a poet with extraordinary talent, so let me compete with you in poetry." Zhu Houzhao looked up and saw that this arrogant guy was Yang Zhanshi. How could a refugee have such high talent? Yang Tinghe looked at the refugee in front of him, but he could not see anything. He said: "

Shenwu resigned and returned to his old seclusion, and the red pine accompanied him to talk about immortality.

The purple air in front of the car is led by the green ox, and the new sound of the colorful phoenix is ​​in the sky.

Military affairs are not related to the white war, and where is the drunken hometown of Wucheng.

Taihu Lake is a place to escape from fame, and the painted boats are free to travel with music and music."

The scholars were dumbfounded, and the exclamations were louder and louder.

This man is very talented, no wonder he taught a talent like Zhu Xiaoshou. A scholar volunteered, walked forward a few steps, and said: "I wonder if the senior will accept any more disciples?"

Yang Tinghe shook his head, looking at Cheng Minzheng with some expectation, and said with some contempt: "It's your turn."

Is this Yang Tinghe who replaced him as Zhanshi? Cheng Minzheng knew this man, who passed the imperial examination thirteen years later than him and was quite talented.

"Last year, you met your neighbor at home, the lotus flowers were red and the pond was green.

This year, you died and the vines tied the coffin, the lotus flowers fell into the cold pond.

Next year, the flowers will bloom and face the new master, sighing how long life is.

Chu Xie invited you but you didn't come, and tears fell like rain in the empty hall at sunset."

Yang Tinghe was shocked. He easily figured out the identity of this refugee. Although the scholar next to him knew Cheng Qingshan's talent, he couldn't help but marvel.

"How can a great talent of my age not have a reputation? Are you Cheng Minzheng?"

Most of the scholars who borrowed books from the library were taking exams. When they heard Cheng Minzheng's name, they were shocked.

Zhu Houzhao felt a little strange. No matter how useless Yang Zhanshi was, he was better than a refugee.

Yan Mansion,

Yan Chengjin picked up a pen and wrote a letter to his father: I am doing well in the capital. The end of the year is approaching. Dad has made great contributions in guarding the border. Can you ask His Majesty to return to the capital this year so that my father and I can be reunited? Dad promised me that he would find a matchmaker for me after I passed the imperial examination. Now the matchmaker is so crowded that I can only refuse her on the orders of my parents. Please don’t blame me.

If I can’t return to the capital at the end of the year, I hope you will be more careful at the border. Disasters and epidemics are prone to occur in winter. Don’t get infected. If you get infected accidentally, write a letter back to the mansion... Forget it, don’t write a letter back, it’s easy to bring the disease back.

Uh... Write to the court. I will know about it when I work in the Censorate.

The mountains are far away and the road is long. I hope you take care of yourself and guard the border well, so that I can ask His Majesty for merit.

He Neng trotted in and said, "Master, Cheng Minzheng was discovered by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"Did he kill him?"

"No, there are many scholars who defend Cheng Minzheng."

The library was built in the name of Cheng Minzheng. It is not shameless for a scholar to look at Cheng Minzheng's books and insult him.

"Let Lord Wang help this young master take this letter to the master."

He Neng nodded quickly.

It was snowing heavily in the capital. Song Jing occasionally came to ask Yan Chengjin to take a letter back to his hometown. The rest of the time, he studied hard in Zeng's mansion.

Zhu Houzhao didn't expect that the refugee was Cheng Qingshan, and he came to Yan's mansion when he returned to the capital.

"Old Gao, you actually cheated Master Cheng and let him become a refugee?"

"Your Highness misunderstood. I am here to help him clean up his reputation and influence the refugees in Liangxiang."

Yan Chengjin was a little surprised that Zhu Houzhao was actually a conscientious person.

After Cheng Minzheng's move, I am afraid that many scholars in Shuntian Prefecture will speak for him, and the power of public welfare also has its use in the Ming Dynasty.

Back in the palace, Zhu Houzhao was announced to the Qianqing Palace. Four eunuchs disappeared in one day, and they were finally discovered by his father.

"I ask you, where have these eunuchs gone?" Emperor Hongzhi stood in front of Zhu Houzhao, suppressing his anger.

"I don't know either..."

Zhu Houzhao was telling the truth. He really didn't know where these eunuchs had gone...

"I heard from the companions in the East Palace that you prepared a carriage for them to leave the palace?"

Zhu Houzhao's eyes flickered, it must be Xiao Jing's idiot who complained again. When I become the emperor, I will be the first to make him look good.

"Father wants to beat up my son, so why bother making excuses from others? Come on, my son is ready."

……

Late morning,

Yan Chengjin stood in the main hall, waiting for his next shift to go home for dinner.

Each yamen made a summary of their work, and the bachelor of Hanyuan reported on the progress of editing the "Da Ming Huidian".

The end of the year is approaching, and it is time for promotion and salary increase.

All government offices work extra hard, fearing that the diligent and frugal Emperor Hongzhi will not see it.

There are two positions with great power waiting for vacancy in the court. Tu Yu, the Minister of Personnel, and Fu Han, the Minister of Rites, retired, and these two positions became vacant.

Yan Chengjin also wants to be promoted, but even if His Majesty intends to promote him, it is impossible to put him in the position of the six ministries.

Unless His Majesty is struck by lightning and short-circuited.

"After my father's promotion, the position of the Right Censor-in-Chief of the Metropolitan Procuratorate is vacant, but I can strive for it." Yan Chengjin thought in his heart.

If you want to become the Right Censor-in-Chief, you have to find some business.

As if knowing that the Metropolitan Procuratorate will conduct a large-scale inspection at the end of the year, many ministers refused to receive guests and almost did not interact with the outside world.