Chapter 18 Minister of the Holy Foreplay

He clearly pointed to Di Qing, but he secretly took Bao Zheng and Wang Anshi in. The person who said it was intentional and listened to it was so harsh. Everyone looked at Wang Anshi and saw that his face was still not changed. It seems that he disdains to pay attention to Wang Yaochen's words; and Bao Zheng's face is usually dark, and everyone is used to it with a serious look. Di Qing, because he is usually a general and has a tattoo on his forehead, he feels more frustrated than others, so even if he is a privy envoy, he is still modest and cautious. At this time, I want to refute that he is a general. He is anxious to cut people. Wen Zou Zou's bickering, who let him sit in a regular way, is naturally not funny, and his usually white face is already red.

Wang also took a look at the three people, and he took another look at Emperor Renzong and Empress Cao. Empress Cao was not the mother of the country. No matter how she laughed in the hall, she always sat down. The hanging pearl chains on the four phoenix crowns of Kowloon did not move, and looked like a wax figure from afar. Renzong did his body slightly sideways, and his half-squinted eyes swept over everyone.

Wang made up his mind that if he was really a 14-year-old child, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to understand the meaning. But who is next to the king? In the past 30 years, before the time-travel happened, he almost ran all over the country, from a teenager to a fortune, and then he experienced ups and downs, and the people he came into contact with were even more shape**. Maybe he is tactful, but he has never been afraid of anyone, whether he is the boss of the world or the senior management of the workplace, let alone any scenes. He confirmed one sentence: popularity comes from mixing, fame comes from fighting, and the world comes from fighting.

The arrogance hidden in the heart, the resilience and the cynicism of wandering around the world, broke out from the most primitive body at this moment. No one is so disrespectful to him in life, not to mention that he is now a "dead man".

The king picked up the wine cup on the table and walked to Wang Yaochen. The hall was quiet again, and his eyes focused on the king and did not know what the child was going to do. Wang Anshi, who had just kept smiling, was a little nervous. After all, this was the imperial driver here. Just as he was about to stop it, Bao Zheng pulled down his wide robe sleeve and whispered, "I have something to do."

Wang Bian ignored the eyes of others. He walked to Wang Yaochen and saluted respectfully and said, "Your Excellency, you don't care about my offense just now."

Wang Yaochen waved his hand and said, "You are a child, how can I care about you..."

Wang Side continued: "The great talent is famous for learning. In fact, even I, a child, know the prestige of adults."

Wang Yaochen stroked his beard and curled his lips. While being complacent, he thought to himself: This king is not as smart as others say. But he said, "That's all a false name, not as practical as your three highs."

Some people laughed secretly and looked down on Wang Yaochen a little. The child is so respectful, and Lord Wang is still very talkative. How did they know that Wang Yaochen was waiting for Wang Yaochen's forgetfulness and cheap mouth. When he saw him saying this, he was in his arms.

So he said loudly: "I have been looking forward to you for a long time. If you don't dislike me, I am willing to make friends with you. In the future, I will be yours, and I will never regret it. The emperor and the ministers are here to testify.

If the officials here understand what they don't understand, they will laugh first. Even Renzong was stunned for a moment. Just now, he also felt why Lord Wang was so stingy and care about a child. Then he understood what the king meant, and also laughed and said.

"Good things, it happens that you are all surnamed Wang. Lord Wang can also be more practical.

Wang Yaochen hurried to the temple: "Your Majesty, you can't."

Bao Zheng learned from what Wang Yaochen said about Di Qing just now and asked, "Is Lord Wang defiant to the holy will?"

Wang Yaochen knelt down, his face was blue, and he said, "I dare not." He tilted his head and secretly looked at Zhao Zongshi. Zhao Zongshi was angry and funny. He deliberately turned his head away from him. Wang looked at Han Qi again. Han Qi didn't look at him either.

I was in a dilemma. Sima Guang said, "Children's words are not taboo. The emperor will not listen to it. Today's chrysanthemum banquet is to reward everyone's daily work, and what I just said can't make everyone happy."

Seeing someone relieved the siege, Renzong nodded: "What Sima Aiqing said is that to be an official, it is the most important thing to be self-respecting, and colleagues also need to cooperate. As for everyone's hard work on weekdays, let's relax today. Wang Aiqing will calm down.

Wang Yaochen then got up and returned to his seat resentfully.

Renzong then waved "the king is close to the front". After reviewing it up and down, Renzong said, "Your child is very naughty. Even if the king doesn't care about it, he can't be unreasonable to the court minister." He looked at Wang Yaochen when he spoke. Wang Yaochen also said himself, lowering his head and saying no sound.

Renzong continued, "I heard that you had some ideas about the official office the day before yesterday?" Wang Zong replied, "A little shallow opinion."

Renzong nodded and said, "Okay, since you collided with the minister just now, now I will punish you. You are not allowed to eat. Before the end of the chrysanthemum feast, write down your Bo Jian in three thousand words."

Wang is in a dilemma. It's nothing for him to write, but it's difficult for him to write 3,000 words. He looked back at the crowd. Most of them were whispering to Wang. Bao Zheng still didn't care, and Wang Anshi's expression was very entangled.

Wang was a little anxious and blurted out, "Your Majesty, you just kill me."

Renzong asked puzzledly, "Why is this?"

Wang said, "I'm so big that I haven't written three thousand words."

Renzong looked at the child and wanted to laugh. He threatened, "Aren't you afraid that I will really give you death?"

Wang said simply, "I can't write so many words. I'm so worried if I write it. It's better to have a simple one." He thought that it was worth it, and his intuition told him that Renzong would not kill people easily at today's banquet. At most, he would hit him a few boards.

Unexpectedly, Renzong would compromise and say, "Well, I only let you write 300 words. If you write it, you will be the fifth class; if you can write 500 words, it will be the third class. How about it?"

Wang didn't know what Renzong meant by third and fifth grade. Anyway, three or five hundred words were still written, so he nodded.

Renzong said, "Come on, prepare paper and pen."

After a while, the eunuchs lifted out a low desk and put it under the steps in front of Renzong; they also took out a tray with pens, ink, paper and inkstones on it. Then he took a cushion for Wang and asked him to sit on the ground facing Renzong and began to write. A little eunuch stood next to him to grind ink.

Wang Zhuo held the brush and wrote it on the paper. The suggestion was that he asked him to write a 3,000-word paper. He couldn't write it, but it was not a big problem to write down the idea.

When the ministers drank the eighth wine, the king had already written it. The little eunuch who grinded the ink took his hands and handed them to Emperor Renzong. Emperor Renzong looked at it and frowned. Looking at the article written by Wang, Renzong had to frown. The whole article is not only three or five hundred words, and it is said that it has passed the requirements of Renzong. But some of the words look so awkward. For example, this sentence: "Next to the King of Cloth, it is suggested that the imperial court should open a public exchange hall, and the imperial court shall uniformly print paper money with a fixed face value, and set up a handover shop in various parts of the people to exchange copper coins, iron coins and tin coins in folk circulation, which can standardize the currency and recycle metals."

Renzong thought to himself that this cloth was probably "clothing" and the word "opening" were very rare, and this norm was probably a headache for "norm" Renzong. He has seen simplified Chinese characters, which is already copied by Wang Bong. Some words try to use traditional Chinese characters, but there are no or few words that have been copied on weekdays. Wang Yu can only write simplified Chinese and not traditional Chinese characters.

Take this paragraph as an example and compare it with the correct traditional Chinese characters: "Next to the king of cloth, it is suggested that the court should open a public residence hall, and the court will uniformly print fixed face value to brush banknotes, and open handover shops in various places in the people to exchange copper coins, iron coins and tin coins in civilian circulation, etc., which can regulate the currency and return the metal." The difference can be seen. No wonder Renzong frowned.

Renzong had a headache after reading this typo, but he looked at Wang's handwriting, which was different from the article. This line of calligraphy in the regular script is exactly what Renzong likes. Wang's side wrote that the handwriting stretched and flowed, and the font was flowing smoothly and neatly. If you don't look at the content and only look at the handwriting from afar, Renzong has already given a high score of seven or eight points in his heart.

Speaking of Wang's handwriting and calligraphy, he has a hobby of calligraphy. Since then, he has been collecting antiques and has been exposed to some calligraphy and paintings. He likes to copy a few strokes when he is free. On that day, when Wang's side inadvertently became Wang Anshi's second son who recovered from dementia, his brother Yuanze went to see him and saw that he suddenly could write, which surprised Yuan Ze. Later, they studied together and were forced by Yuan Ze to copy the Chunhua Pavilion Post.

This "Chunhua Pavilion Post" was ordered by the servant king to sort out and engrave a legal post after the reign of Emperor Taizong of the Song Dynasty. The sixth, seventh, eighth and ninety volumes of this calligraphy post are the calligraphy works of Wang Xizhi and Wang Xianzhi. Of course, Wang's favorite is to copy the works of "two kings", and I especially like Wang Xizhi's calligraphy. He also occasionally thought that if he returned to modern times that day, he could make imitations to earn some money. Unexpectedly, today's usual homework has come in handy.

Renzong likes this word, but he can't understand this article. He thinks that if he sends it to the minister, he will definitely make a joke. What's more, he is the king of a country. How can he understand what a child writes so much? So he said, "Mr. Wang, I can see that you have done too much work, but some words are too convenient! You recite it to the ministers here.

How smart Wang was. He looked at Renzong's frown and thought that there was something wrong in those places just now. Seeing Renzong frowning and nodding for a while, or holding it far or near, he knew something in his heart. How could the ancients, who were more than 900 years old, understand today's simplified words, and some of the same words disagreed.

The little eunuch handed the manuscript paper to the king again. The king recited it loudly and stood respectfully after reading it. Seeing that the ministers listened carefully, some nodded after listening. Renzong asked, "I want to add the seal. What do you think of Wang's talent?"