Get up the next morning.
Early morning.
As soon as Song Huan arrived at the Hall of Supreme Harmony, he was startled by the man walking up to him.
"Master Lin?"
"Is it you, Master Lin?"
The middle-aged man opposite had a tired face, his eyes were full of red bloodshot eyes, and there were two huge black eyes hanging under his eyes.
If it were someone who didn't know the inside story, he would probably think that he had some particularly exciting experiences last night!
Lin Zhihuan turned his head numbly and saw that the person who called his name just now was Song Huan. His eyes flickered and lighted up instantly.
"Wei minister pays homage to His Highness!"
"Wei Chen stayed up all night last night. He spent the whole night reading through Your Highness's masterpiece!"
"One word to describe——"
"Absolutely!"
"It's amazing!"
"There are a total of eighty-six works, and just one of them would be enough to shock the entire Wenyuan Pavilion!"
"Wei Chen is stupid, but if Wei Chen can learn a little bit about you, he will be enough to occupy a place in Wenyuan Pavilion!"
Speaking of the portfolio, Lin Zhihuan seemed to have opened up his chat box instantly, and his whole person exuded a new vitality from the inside out.
Song Huan immediately couldn't laugh or cry: "No matter what you say, Mr. Lin still has to put his body first!"
"The body is the capital of revolution. No matter how many books you read, it won't help if you burn out your body!"
Lin Zhihuan smiled "hehe": "With His Highness's collection of works, even if I stay up all night, I will be happy!"
"Portfolio? What portfolio?"
While the two were talking, they heard a rather curious voice from behind.
Looking back, I saw Wang Shilu, the great scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion, standing aside, pretending to be indifferent and asking.
Song Huan had never had any direct conflict with Wang Shilu before, so he didn't have a deep impression of him.
I saw that the old man was short and fat, with only a short goatee on his chin.
Different from Chen Zilin and Huang Deng, who were arrogant-looking officials, this old man had a faint smile on his face, and he looked much kinder than those two old guys.
But Song Huan understood that this old man must not be simple if he could stay dormant in Wenyuan Pavilion for many years.
As a supporter of Shangguan Yi, he is able to protect his life wisely and survive until now, which proves this old man's meticulous mentality!
Even though his face was full of smiles, Song Huan could tell at a glance that this old man was definitely a smiling tiger.
Seeing Wang Shilu suddenly appear behind him, Lin Zhihuan froze, as if he had been greatly frightened.
"W-Lord Wang!"
"It's nothing, Wei Chen was just joking."
"Don't think too much!"
Wang Shilu is such a good person, he can naturally see through Lin Zhihuan's mood at a glance.
"Master Lin, in four days, the Wenyuan Pavilion's assessment will be held as scheduled."
"I wonder how prepared Master Lin is?"
"There are so many talented people this year, Master Lin must be at your best!"
It was a good thing that Wang Shilu didn't mention this matter. When he opened his mouth, a thin layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on Lin Zhihuan's forehead.
"Uh...Weichen..."
"Weichen is almost ready..."
"There should be no problem..."
"Oh?" Song Huan looked indifferent and opened his mouth to take over Wang Shilu's words, "Is this year a year of great talent?"
"I have heard before that Mr. Wang's grandson is also eager to try and plans to become an official!"
"I think Mr. Wang's grandson is only in his early twenties, and he is confident enough to pass the Wenyuan Pavilion in one fell swoop."
"Such strength is truly terrifying!"
"It can be seen that Mr. Wang's whole family is full of talents!"
Although Wang Shilu did not openly oppose Song Huan, he also secretly read several of Song Huan's books.
Seeing Song Huan smiling openly at him, he felt a little unnatural.
"Your Highness is joking!"
"The old minister's grandson is still young. Letting him take the exam is nothing more than giving him some experience and seeing the world."
"There are so many talented people in the Liang Dynasty, where can I find such a young boy?"
Song Huan nodded, as if suddenly enlightened: "It turns out that Mr. Wang just wanted his grandson to come and experience it for a long time!"
"I thought that Mr. Wang's hands and eyes were so vast that he had already taken care of everything!"
The expression on Wang Shilu's face froze little by little.
He is a tactful person and has been mediating in the court for many years. No matter how he behaves or deals with things, he is extremely obscure and can only be pointed out.
This was the first time he had seen someone like Song Huan get straight to the point!
When Song Huan asked him this question, the smile on his face instantly froze and he didn't know what to say.
Seeing Wang Shilu's awkward and funny look, Song Huan relaxed and suddenly burst into laughter.
"Hahahahaha..."
"This king is just making a joke. Why should Mr. Wang be so nervous?"
"Could it be that this king really told you something that was on your mind?"
Hearing that Song Huan was joking just now, Wang Shilu seemed to have suddenly found the steps and quickly followed Song Huan's words and said: "Your Highness, you are so good at joking!"
"How strict is Wenyuan Pavilion's assessment?"
"How could the old minister operate in secret and take care of everything?"
"Your Highness, you have really disgraced me!"
The smile on Song Huan's face was meaningful, and he didn't say anything more to Wang Shilu.
However, what Song Huan didn't know was that during the entire morning court process, Wang Shilu's eyes were firmly attached to Song Huan's body, and he almost never moved away for a moment!
In the previous Daliang court, Yanguan played an extremely important role.
No matter what the emperor says, as long as Yan Guan holds an objection, even if you are a noble person, you have to listen to what Yan Guan says!
But since Song Huan's battle with the Confucian scholars, Emperor Liang's attitude towards Yan Guan also began to quietly change.
Therefore, since Huang Deng and Chen Zilin died one after another, Wang Shilu has been looking for opportunities to try to bring down Song Huan.
Letting his grandson enter Wenyuan Pavilion and become his own power is also the first step Wang Shilu plans to take.
But he never expected that Song Huan would almost strangle him in the cradle before this crucial first step was implemented!
How could Wang Shilu not be annoyed, hated, and wary of this?
Until after the morning court, the cloud on Wang Shilu's face continued for a long time and failed to dissipate.
He was walking forward with his head buried in thought, when he almost bumped into someone.
"Who! You don't even have eyes when you walk..."
Wang Shilu cursed and raised his head, seeing the person in front of him looking at him with a smile.
"Huh?"
"Isn't this Mr. Sun Shutong from the Ministry of Civil Affairs!"
"Master Sun, what are you..."
Sun Shutong grinned: "I'll tell you the truth, I've been waiting here for your lord Wang for a while."
"If Mr. Wang doesn't mind, please follow me to the teahouse to have a talk!"
