Feng Yun looked at it and said in a deep voice: "No need."
At this time, he didn't want to talk to Dazai.
Dazai smiled and looked at the bamboo slips in Sima's hand.
"Leave it to me."
When Sima heard this, he threw it away.
Dazai smiled slightly and took it.
On the side, Uncle Zong stood up.
"allow…"
"Uncle Zong..." Feng Yun was quite kind to Uncle Zong.
Uncle Zong said: "In just one month, you have become more stable."
Feng Yun said: "After seeing the virtues of the ancestors of the Yue Kingdom, I also have a lot of understanding of etiquette."
The two of them were still about to talk, but then Uncle Sub arrived.
Let this go.
"Good morning, Sir..." All the scholars and officials bowed slightly.
"Situ is back..." Uncle Su had a smile on his face, looking at Feng Yun standing in the middle, deliberately flattering him to win over him.
But Feng Yun just saluted with a cold face and said: "Yun lived up to his trust and escorted Young Master Lie into Yue. He was sent to Yue for more than a month and tried his best to show his prestige..."
Feng Yun briefly recounted his deeds in Yue Kingdom. The more the scholar-officials around him listened, the more their expressions changed.
"Yunqing is talking about "Fu of Dayu"?"
A rare treasure of national destiny cannot be obtained through prestige. It must be recognized by a country before it can be achieved.
And Feng Yun, as an envoy of the Great Court, obtained a rare treasure of luck from the Yue Kingdom. From this point of view, the word "Feng Jun" is not false.
"This is the "Fu of Dayu"." Feng Yun took out the Fu. The national destiny circulating on it cannot be faked, but far away from the Yue Kingdom, these national destiny will not have much impact.
"Okay, okay!" Uncle Su looked at Feng Yun expectantly, as if he wanted to take a look.
But Feng Yun turned his hand and pressed it, but had no intention of doing so.
Displeasure flashed in Uncle Sub's eyes.
"Ahem..." Dazai coughed. He had already opened the bamboo slip, seemingly surprised but also suspicious.
"Da Zai, but the country of Yue wants a lot of food and is extremely greedy?" someone asked, which made the scholar-bureaucrats present look grim, and Uncle Su on the stage was also a little worried.
Dazai remained silent, rolled up the bamboo slips, and thought for a moment.
"Dazai?" Uncle Zong was confused.
"Let's talk later." Dazai said silently and looked at Feng Yun.
Talk later?
Isn't it just to talk about Yue's request for food when everyone is called together today?
"Situ, I think you have something to say." Dazai stood up from his seat and looked directly at Feng Yun.
Feng Yun raised his eyes to face each other.
Then he took off the ben crown on his head.
The black hair is unbound and scattered.
"Ah!" Surprised voices echoed in the hall. It caused panic for a while.
The whole hall looked at Feng Yun in disbelief.
How could he be so rude.
"What are you doing, Situ!" Su Bo was furious. Feng Yun's behavior was no less than a slap in the face!
Uncle Zong sighed and closed his eyes.
He had just praised Feng Yun for his calmness, but now he was so unwise.
If you want to leave, just leave quietly...
Immediately, he thought of something and looked at Dazai.
There was no surprise in Dazai's eyes, but appreciation, real appreciation.
"Situ wants to resign and leave?"
Dazai's voice was unhurried and he stared at Feng Yun closely.
Feng Yun said: "More than that."
"Oh?" Dazai laughed, then walked out of his seat and came to Feng Yun.
"Are you still a member of my court?" Dazai stared into Feng Yun's eyes.
Feng Yun's eyes remained motionless.
"Da Ting is the mother country, I dare not forget it, but although the country is a country, it is difficult for people to be human."
"Don't say that it's good for the country, but harming one person is a great good... Why doesn't the great leader do the harm to one person?"
Feng Yun's body was filled with literary energy, just like the sun rising in the sky. The whole hall was faintly swaying due to the oppression of literary energy.
"Bold Situ, how dare you show off your literary skills!" The chamberlain looked at Uncle Su who groaned and scolded him hurriedly.
Feng Yun glanced at Uncle Sub.
"Won't Dazai do anything to stop it?"
Dazai smiled.
"Fengjun has a country in his heart, so how could he do something harmful to the country?"
Feng Yun said, "No one person can make the final decision in the court. At this time, there are only one person in the court, and so is the country."
Feng Yun's aura condensed, and the surrounding Wen Qi volleyed into a large sword emitting white light.
The pressure in everyone's hearts dissipated, but the panic in their hearts did not weaken at all.
It's okay for those who are innate, but those scholar-officials who are under innate, looking at it, they all know that they can't resist.
If this sword is pointed at them, it will be dangerous!
"Situ, when did you have to be so angry?" Someone advised him.
"Uncle Zong, please give Situ some advice!"
But Uncle Zong closed his eyes and said nothing, paying no attention to him.
Sima, on the other hand, looked like he was watching the show.
But looking at the trembling Uncle Su on the stage, he still stood up and came before him to safeguard the dignity of the monarch.
Uncle Sub looked at Sima in front of him, and his trembling shoulders calmed down a little.
"Situ...Does Situ want to rebel against the court?"
Subbo recalled in his mind what Dazai had said before, that Feng Yun was afraid of treason. At this time, seeing Feng Yun take off his crown, he was angry. Isn't it consistent?
"Situ... don't think that just because you have the reputation of Fengjun in Yue Kingdom, you can also be majestic in the court!"
"Sima, capture him."
Sima frowned slightly.
"Fengjun." Dazai said, "You said I was at fault for sacrificing one person to save the whole court."
"I apologize for the trouble, but it is by no means a reason for Lord Feng to treason!"
Dazai also burst out with a strong literary spirit.
In addition to the literary spirit, there is also a layer of great luck, which promotes Dazai's literary spirit to the innate realm.
Feng Yun looked forward and said resolutely: "I am Situ, and I also have the destiny of the country!"
A stream of luck came from all directions, covering Feng Yun, and in an instant, Feng Yun's literary spirit was pushed to the innate.
When Uncle Sub saw it, he was extremely surprised.
He didn't expect that Feng Yun already knew about luck and could control it.
but.
"Situ of the Great Court, Yun, his mission was unfavorable and he visited the Great Court in vain. Now he is arrogant and arrogant in the palace. I will abolish him today and demote him to a commoner!"
Buzz!
Feng Yun's luck was shaken.
And above the main hall, there is a whirlpool of luck, and in the whirlpool emerge an illusory winged snake and an illusory book "Zhou Rites".
The winged snake, this is the totem of the Da Ting Feng clan - the soaring snake!
The book "Zhou Rites" is the national system of Da Ting - the ritual system!
But in just a moment, this whirlpool of luck sucked away the luck above Feng Yun's head.
Seeing this, Feng Yun was not timid or offered any resistance.
This is the authority that the king of a country can wield.
He was about to resign and leave the court, but what was the use of this luck? Instead, he was burdened by it.
"Situ of Da Ting was sent as an envoy to Yue, but Da Zai thought that Yue Jun was having sex with men. He asked Situ's relatives to hold him hostage, and ordered them to get close enough to assassinate Yue Jun."
"I wonder if Dazai can approve it?"
Feng Yun said coldly.
The scholar-bureaucrats who heard about it were dumbfounded and couldn't believe it.
Uncle Zong's closed eyes were slightly frowned, and he looked at Dazai in disbelief.
Dazai narrowed his eyes slightly, he really didn't expect Feng Yun to say this in public.
How could he admit it?
"Courtesy sword!" Feng Yun saw that Dazai did not answer, and then the salute sword shook.
The ceremonial sword above his head sharply struck at Dazai Wenqi's luck.
"In the great court, etiquette is the rule of the country. As a former Situ, I also served as an envoy to control the situation. I have seen the shackles of the great minister, and now I use the ceremonial sword to correct the etiquette!"
"Da Ting, Feng is the clan. I am a member of Da Ting and a descendant of the Feng family. I suffered the calamity of Da Ting. Now I use the ceremonial sword to question his heart!"
Zhou rites are what stabilize the power of the emperor, princes, and scholar-bureaucrats, but they are also their shackles!
Today's ceremonial sword does not hurt the flesh, nor punish the bones, but only defends the great slaughter, whether it has a clear conscience, and harms the descendants of the Feng family; whether it violates Zhou etiquette, and does not care about the king and his ministers!
"Bang!"
There was a loud noise, and the luck above Dazai's head suddenly plummeted!
