When he returned to the palace, Xiao Lingzi reported that a "unexpected guest" had come to the palace.
"Grand Maester?"
"Lin Zhihuan?"
When he first heard the name, Song Huan frowned. After thinking for a long time, he didn't remember who this person was.
Xiao Lingzi reminded in a low voice: "Your Highness, there are currently eight bachelors in Wenyuan Pavilion.
"This Bachelor Lin is the youngest and most junior among them."
"The other bachelors are all highly respected old academics who have absolute say in Wenyuan Pavilion."
"This Grand Scholar Lin is the youngest and is not well received by the other Grand Scholars, so he does not have much say in Wenyuan Pavilion."
"Grandmaster Lin is a very low-key and reserved person. He rarely speaks in court on weekdays, so your highness has no impression of him."
After hearing this, the image of a middle-aged man with a stuttering voice gradually emerged in Song Huan's mind.
Song Huan recalled that Lin Zhihuan always walked alone on weekdays, and when he went to court, he would always huddle in a corner alone, not daring to stand out.
It can be said that this person not only has no say in Wenyuan Pavilion, but also has no sense of existence in the entire court.
I wonder what could happen to such an insignificant bachelor who suddenly came to visit today?
Xiao Lingzi asked tentatively: "Your Highness, do you want to see me?"
Previously, Song Huan fought against the Confucian scholars. First, he told Chen Zilin, the leader of the great scholar, that he had vomited blood, and then he succeeded in angering the great scholar Huang Deng to death.
It can be said that these two "feats" are equivalent to establishing a relationship with the entire Wenyuan Pavilion.
Those old men who are obsessed with studying are the best to save face. Even though they became officials, they still did not lose their stubborn temper as scholars.
Even though Song Huan is no longer the idiot prince, but Prince Rong, whom Emperor Liang personally conferred, the old scholars in Wenyuan Pavilion are still unwilling to reconcile with Song Huan.
Song Huan understood that if he wanted to successfully secure the position of prince in the future, the support of Yan Guan was indispensable.
As a prince, Song Huan naturally could not bow his head voluntarily.
Now this great scholar actually came to ask for an audience. This was something Song Huan had never expected.
Although he is the most marginalized among all the bachelors, isn't he also a bachelor?
"See you there!" Song Huan said carelessly, "A great scholar from Wenyuan Pavilion took the initiative to visit me. How can I, the king, have any reason to push back and forth?"
"See you soon!"
"yes!"
Xiao Lingzi ran over quickly, and after a while, a tall and thin middle-aged man walked in.
This man was tall and thin, with a stooped back. He seemed to be very reserved. His eyes only dared to stare at the ground in front of him, and he almost stumbled.
He had a short goatee, and his face had no color, but was a little unhealthy pale.
This man has no aura at first glance. Compared with the old scholars in Wenyuan Pavilion, his temperament is like that of a primary school student.
He walked to and stood in front of Song Huan, suddenly bent his body to 90 degrees, and shouted loudly with a volume that could almost pierce a person's eardrum:
"Lin Zhihuan, a humble minister, pays homage to Prince Rong!"
Song Huan was almost startled by the other party. He thought this guy was a submissive guy, but he didn't expect that his voice was quite loud.
"Master Lin, please take a seat first."
However, Lin Zhihuan rubbed his neck and said loudly: "Thank you, Your Highness!"
"Wei Chen is not tired!"
"Don't sit down!"
Song Huan's cold sweat silently flowed down.
I dare say this guy's voice is so loud just to cover up the panic in his heart with such momentum!
"Master Lin, there is no need to be formal. If you have anything to say, please sit down first and then talk about it."
"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness! I am really not tired!"
Song Huan: "..."
Does this guy have to be so arrogant?
To communicate with him, just use one word:
tired!
"Sit down if I ask you to! Where does all this nonsense come from?"
If you like sitting, get out if you don’t!
Lin Zhihuan immediately found the stool closest to him and sat down without saying a word.
He lowered his head cautiously, his eyes staring straight at the floor in front of him, his hands rubbing restlessly like flies, as if he was thinking about how to speak to Song Huan.
Song Huan saw how funny he looked, so he couldn't help but ask first: "Master Lin is here today, but do you have anything to do with me?"
It was okay that Song Huan didn't speak, but Lin Zhihuan was so frightened that he almost jumped up from his chair.
"Uh...cough cough cough!"
"that……"
"Your Highness..."
"Wei Chen came here today, actually..."
"actually……"
Seeing that Lin Zhihuan's voice became softer and quieter as he spoke, and finally his voice sounded like a mosquito. He wanted to bury his head in the ground, and Song Huan felt a little headache.
This guy's hesitant personality is so impatient, no wonder he is ostracized by other people in Wenyuan Pavilion!
With a personality like his, what big things can he accomplish in the future?
How to help yourself establish your authority in Wenyuan Pavilion?
Thinking of this, Song Huan felt a little disappointed.
"If Mr. Lin hasn't decided what to say yet, why not go back and think about how to speak!"
"Xiao Lingzi, see off the guests!"
Lin Zhihuan became anxious immediately when he heard that Song Huan was going to drive him away.
He knew that Prince Rong rarely met the courtiers on weekdays, and almost never walked around with them.
Being able to successfully meet Prince Rong today was beyond his expectation.
Do you really want to ruin such a great opportunity because of your hesitant personality?
That won't work!
Thinking of this, Lin Zhihuan gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and said firmly to Song Huan as if he was risking his life: "I am here today because I really want to ask for something from Your Highness!"
"I want to read your masterpiece, Your Highness, but I don't know how I can get such an opportunity!"
Song Huan originally imagined countless outrageous reasons, but when Lin Zhihuan actually said it, Song Huan still had countless question marks in his mind.
"My king's..."
"Masterpiece?"
Song Huan asked himself, in the past twenty years, there should not have been any masterpieces!
Besides, this Lin Zhihuan is so serious that he went to such trouble to meet him just to read some "masterpiece"?
Isn't this outrageous?
This guy can't be such a nerd, right?
Seeing Song Huan's confusion, Lin Zhihuan's face turned red, yellow, then white, and finally he understood the reason.
It turns out that although there are eight great scholars in Wenyuan Pavilion, these eight great scholars are not completely fixed and unchangeable.
The selection of Wenyuan Pavilion personnel does not need to go through the hands of the officials and is completely independent of the court. The selection of talents is carried out by the three most respected scholars.
After selecting suitable candidates, Emperor Liang personally inspected and accepted them. Only those who finally pass the acceptance test can be officially included in the Wenyuan Pavilion seat.
However, even if you pass all these tests, it does not mean you have found an iron rice bowl.
Every three years, the existing bachelors of Wenyuan Pavilion will undergo an assessment.
Those at the bottom will be replaced by new recruits.
Repeatedly, with a volume every three years, this kind of assessment will never be absent.
In five days, it will be the latest assessment.
