"Da da da!" There was a sound of footsteps.
Before they arrived, there was a loud sound of footsteps.
Feng Yunpang looked up and saw a large number of guards patrolling around Su Bo Palace in an orderly manner. The sound of footsteps was so loud that it seemed intentional.
Those guards exuded an aura that was like an evil spirit. If Feng Yun hadn't had literary energy to protect his body, he would have been knocked unconscious by the evil spirit.
And the leading guards seemed to be Wu Yiren.
When Feng Yun and the chamberlain approached, a group of guards stopped.
"He is the person summoned by your Majesty."
"Let's go." After saying that, he continued patrolling.
Feng Yun and the chamberlain stepped up the stairs and arrived outside the large, solemn and majestic palace.
Different from other palaces, Subok Palace is the most important place, with carved beams and painted buildings showing the grandeur of a large palace.
However, the palace has been there for many years, and upon closer inspection, there are still some spots that blend in with the splendor.
Feng Yun looked back, condescendingly taking in the entire palace and even the distant Great Court City.
The ultimate goal of a scholar is to serve as a monarch and conspire with state affairs!
"Senior Yun, your Majesty is waiting for you, please come in." The chamberlain said, "Your Majesty has been in a bad mood recently, Sergeant Yun, you must follow your words."
Seeing that Feng Yun's color was good, the waiter kindly reminded her.
Although Feng Yun was surprised, he still nodded in thanks.
But his steps were extremely fast, and he stepped into the palace.
"boom!"
"It's not loud enough, add more guards!" A man's hoarse scolding came from the inner room. The man seemed to have been frightened by something and needed to use the footsteps of the guards as a line of defense.
"Your Majesty, Sergeant Yun is here."
The inner room was stagnant.
"come in."
Feng Yun paused and his heart sank.
"Come in quickly, Sergeant Yun." The chamberlain behind him pushed Feng Yun.
Feng Yun finally regained consciousness and stepped into it.
The man who was scolded by Uncle Su glanced at Feng Yun and hurriedly retreated, looking for more guards to come to the palace.
Feng Yun frowned slightly, sadness flashed in his eyes.
Your Majesty is not as diligent as Feng Yun thought. Instead, he looks negative, like someone who has overindulged in lust.
"Your Majesty." Feng Yun saluted.
"Huh?" Uncle Su looked at Feng Yun's face, raised his eyebrows and said, "He looks good. He seems to be a learned gentleman who can be reused."
"Hahaha, she looks better than the beauties in the palace."
Humiliated, Feng Yun felt angry in his heart.
But here, Uncle Sub straightened his body as he spoke, and said to the chamberlain on the side: "Call them in."
"promise."
The chamberlain leaves.
Uncle Su looked at Feng Yun's hand and said in surprise: "What are you holding?"
Feng Yun sighed. With just one glance, Feng Yun knew that Uncle Su was not a wise king. But now that the matter had come to this, Feng Yun could only give him a look. He only hoped that this monarch would have the intention to fight against the Yue Kingdom.
"This is Yu's strategy for the Yue Kingdom. I hope you will take a look at it."
Feng Yun did not step forward, and Uncle Su had more than one servant. Soon Feng Yun's well-prepared plan of mutual support fell into Uncle Su's hands.
Uncle Sub did not open it, but glanced at the words "Gong Qi Ce" outside, and then threw it on the low table in front of him, mixing it with the fruits and drinks.
"Not bad, the writing is good, and it's thoughtful."
Uncle Su winked, and the chamberlain next to him hurriedly picked up a plate of fruit, and a pretty female chamberlain officer also hurriedly stepped forward, peeled the fruit with her own hands, and fed it to Uncle Su.
Feng Yun's face was solemn and he said nothing, but the king was enjoying the power of the monarch and did not look at Feng Yun's expression.
"Your Majesty, Uncle Zong is here... Young Master Lie is also coming with him."
"...let them in."
Now that the show was over, Uncle Sub also drove away the female officer and the chamberlain.
Uncle Zong?
I saw Uncle Zong walking out slowly, and behind him were many important ministers, among whom there was an unsmiling and very dull young man.
The young man and Feng Yun looked at each other, as if they were surprised by Feng Yun's unfamiliar face.
"Feng Yun?" Uncle Zong said suddenly, "Master?"
Uncle Zong looked at Uncle Su and said, "Your Majesty, you want to make Sergeant Yun your master?"
It stands to reason that Feng Yun was trained by Uncle Zong, so he should be able to help him. However, at this time, Uncle Su summoned Feng Yun first, obviously with the intention of recruiting Feng Yun.
Su Bo wanted to let Gongzi Lie go to Yue as a hostage and make Gongzi Ling the crown prince.
If Feng Yun becomes Gongzi Ling's wife today, then he will be tied to Gongzi Ling in order to obey Uncle Su and to oppose them, the old ministers who support Gongzi Lie.
Uncle Zong is not the only one coming to court today!
At this time, he can only be with the public and be selfless.
"Is it possible that Sergeant Yun's talents are not enough to teach an eight-year-old son Ling?" Uncle Su looked at Uncle Zong's face that had been changing since he entered the door, and he sneered inwardly.
He has investigated Feng Yun and knows the relationship between Feng Yun and Zong Bo.
"I want to use my position as a high official and invite the Feng family to serve as an official in the imperial court. I will become a junior Situ and the wife of the Young Master."
As soon as Uncle Su said these words, Uncle Zong clenched his wrist.
If Feng Yun refuses, then how will his uncle ask the king for a job for Feng Yun again?
If you don't refuse...
"No, Your Majesty!" Everyone behind Uncle Zong said in unison. Among them, there were many veterans who were more qualified than Feng Yun. How could they allow a child to teach? What's more, they came here today for Young Master Lie. It was absolutely impossible. Let the young master have a master in front of them.
These veterans are all hostile to Feng Yun.
Uncle Zong closed his eyes, only lamenting in his heart.
He taught Uncle Su that Uncle Su did not gain anything, but his gains were all based on small profits, regardless of the stability of the country.
At this time, he wanted another nameless young man to turn his back on him.
"Yun Qing." Uncle Su pointed at the shared ideas on the table and said with a smile: "You are determined to serve as an official, why shouldn't you do it now?"
"You know, I have decided to change the prince's order to the crown prince. Young Master Lie is about to leave the country and go to the country of Yue."
He seems kind, but he's actually a threat.
"Your Majesty, the matter of Young Master Lie still needs to be discussed!"
"Bang!" Uncle Su slapped the low table angrily, making the fruits, drinks, and fruits tremble.
"Uncle Zong, I respect you, but you must know the etiquette of a king and his ministers!"
A corporal was assassinated today. Although the details of the killing did not indicate that he was from Vietnam, how could Uncle Su not be afraid.
What's wrong with changing a young master for a stable one? Only his uncle Su dared to succeed him. Is it possible that there is still a lack of legitimate sons and these old guys just want to establish a new master?
"Gongzi Lie, aren't you willing to go to Yue as an envoy for your country?" Sub Bo looked at Gongzi Lie.
"Your Majesty..." The other veterans hurriedly spoke out.
But under the principles of filial piety and the rule of a monarch and his ministers, Gongzilie could only bow his head.
"Lie is willing to do it for the great court."
"Huh." After getting the answer he wanted, Uncle Sub felt even more disgusted with the appearance of this etiquette.
Uncle Zong was full of literary energy, and he was about to speak, but Uncle Su waved his hand, and a chamberlain walked out carrying a wooden tray.
On the wooden tray, there is a bronze book.
In writing, it is exactly the word "Zhou Li".
As soon as "Zhou Rites" came out, Zong Bo's literary spirit in the room was instantly suppressed and disappeared.
Uncle Zong was speechless, how could he be disrespectful to the king...
Uncle Su looked at Feng Yun and motioned for Feng Yun to agree with him.
"Yunqing?"
