"hehe!"
Lin Yunhong was rarely so excited. He looked at Zhang Judong with a smile and said, "Go back and study this information carefully, set up a new department in the Manufacturing Department, and concentrate on this matter!"
"I obey the decree!"
Zhang Judong accepted the order, but he had a new question. He looked at Lin Yunhong and said, "Your Majesty, whose font is used for this text...?"
"That's a problem!"
Lin Yunhong pondered for a moment. To be fair, he liked the font of Emperor Lin Yi very much. It was the most beautiful font he had ever seen among all the ministers.
If Lin Yi's font can be promoted, it will have an extremely positive effect on improving his prestige after becoming the prince.
"In my opinion, Lin Jieyuan's handwriting is very beautiful. Have you all seen the preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion?"
Lin Yunhong looked at Zhang Judong and others.
"Lin Jieyuan's calligraphy is indeed very beautiful, and his wonderful writing is nothing more than that. I will send someone to invite Lin Jieyuan to the Ministry of Industry and the palace to discuss the matter!"
Zhang Judong nodded slightly.
He could see that His Majesty was very fond of Lin Jieyuan, and he would follow His Majesty's wishes... Why couldn't he win His Majesty's heart?
"I second the proposal!"
"I second the proposal!"
Zhao Tai, the Grand Scholar of the Three Palaces and the Minister of Household Affairs also seconded the proposal.
It's just that Zhang Ce, the bachelor of Wen Palace, and the bachelor of Fengtian Palace are somewhat reluctant.
After all, once this font is finalized, it will remain this font for thousands of years. When people see this printed text, they will think of the owner of the text.
This is more than just leaving a name through the ages?
Then what kind of ecstasy drug did Lin Jieyuan use on His Majesty?
"Okay, let's discuss the money issue together, Ning Zimin..."
For a while.
The atmosphere in the imperial study became extremely harmonious. The emperor and his ministers were of the same mind, so there was no need to worry about not being able to accomplish great things.
…
The next day.
In Jintianfu, the weather is slightly cold, and there is light snow falling in the sky.
Upstairs at the city gate.
A guard yawned, his body shivering from the cold wind, and said to his colleagues: "I'm afraid this winter will be difficult. I heard that snow disasters occurred in many southern states. I guess many people will not be able to survive this." winter."
"Why do you think so much? Why do you worry about others when you are clearly not doing well yourself? The imperial court has to take care of these things!"
The fellow guard next to him sneered.
"Court?"
The guard's expression dimmed and he said: "The imperial court can't control it. Our Jintian Mansion is so close to the capital, and it's already in such a bad state... Wow!"
Before the guard could finish speaking, his colleague beside him covered his mouth. He stared at him and said, "You don't want your life? How dare you say such a thing? You don't think about yourself. Think about your daughter and wife." , let’s just live our own lives..."
"Brother Song, we can't bear it in our conscience. We can't help but watch those female scholars being... Hey, it would be great if the imperial court could send ministers to visit our Jintian Mansion."
The guard sighed.
Maybe life has smoothed his temper, but the conscience deep in his heart has made him tortured and trapped.
What's going on in this world...?
at this time.
On the official road outside the city, the ground rumbled and shook, and smoke and dust filled the sky, winding for miles like a blue dragon passing through.
"Brother Song, there's something going on!"
When the guard saw the scene on the official road in the distance, the hair on his body stood up in shock, and he subconsciously wanted to blow the horn.
"Wait a moment!"
The guard named Brother Song, with his talent in his eyes, said with a flushed face: "Jiang Chen, didn't you say that the imperial court would send someone to come to Jintian Mansion to have a look? Look, someone from the imperial court is here, it's the Capital Dragon There are three thousand guards, these are the emperor's own troops!"
He saw the Dragon Guard flag in the smoke.
"real?"
Jiang Chen was shocked, but he was a ninth-level scholar with no fame and could not see clearly at all.
But the next moment.
He saw in the void outside the city, a soaring cloud of exquisite luxury carriage, heading towards the city.
"Be a good boy, this is what a fourth-grade gentleman should do as he says!"
The guard surnamed Song was stunned and exclaimed: "The Three Thousand Dragon Guards are also blessed by fourth-grade gentlemen with magical powers. Jiang Chen, a big shot has come to our Jintian Mansion!"
Guard Jiang Chen said excitedly: "Then let the brothers open the city gate?"
"open!"
The guard surnamed Song said: "I will report to Lord Tongzhi."
…
Not long after.
The guard surnamed Song arrived at the magistrate's office and informed the magistrate of Jintian and Lord Tongzhi that someone was coming from the capital.
Initially, the two officials were unmoved, but when they heard that there were four-rank officials and three thousand elite dragon guards accompanying them, they were so shocked that they broke out in cold sweat.
"Quick, quick!"
The magistrate of Jintian and his fellow magistrates quickly summoned their troops and went to meet him outside the city.
They have stayed in Jintian Mansion for long enough, and it is time to show off so that they can be promoted to become officials in the capital.
at the same time.
Jiang Bingshan, a Qianhu at the Jintian Prefecture Longwei Station, also received the news from his informants and did not dare to neglect it.
After tidying up his clothes, he took his deputy Qianhu and a few hundred households and headed outside the city to greet him.
This is the rule.
The capital sent ministers over, and government officials and guards were sent out of the city to greet him.
…
"Your Highness, Jintianfu City has arrived!"
The voice of Shen Ping, a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy, sounded outside the carriage. Lin Yi opened his eyes, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
'Jintian magistrate, Tongzhi, Xingfang, Hufang and other officials... are waiting to turn into ghosts! Lin Yi learned that Jintian Mansion had arrived, and the anger in his heart was suddenly aroused.
These officials live to waste Dayan's food, waste Dayan's air, and even more waste the talents of the world.
Every day they live is a day of disaster for the people of Dayan.
They are presumptuous to be officials, and even more presumptuous to be scholars.
In Lin Yi's view, people who rely on reading to become officials are not scholars.
Those who use reading to enhance their identity and status are not scholars.
Scholars should take all the lessons in books and translate them into their own actions.
'There is nothing more virtuous than helping the people of the world. It is called literature by the world. '
Those who can help the people of the world and manage the world, this is the true scholar of Dayan, and the real backbone of the survival and prosperity of the people of Dayan.
soon.
The carriage landed and the clouds dispersed, but Shen Ping was already a little weak. Fortunately, he was reading the whole time.
Continuously replenishing the consumed magical power, the carriage did not fall off midway.
Behind him, Yan Shuangwu, the commander of the Dragon Guard, also rushed over with three thousand dragon guards. The horses under them were covered in hot mist.
These war horses died without exertion, because the regular magical powers blessed on them came from the blessing of calligraphy treasures.
Not their full potential.
Moreover, these war horses of Longwei have been fed by special scholars since they were born. They listen to scholars recite scriptures every day, and they are basically psychic war horses.
"The Dragon Guard is really elite. I wonder which imperial minister is in the carriage?"
The magistrate of Jintian and others had already rushed outside the city gate, and were horrified when they saw the majestic and unstoppable three thousand elite dragon guards.
The prefect of Jintian moistened his throat, took a few steps forward, raised his hands and said loudly: "The prefect of Jintian, Mo Youde, is here to greet you. Please get off the sedan and follow me to the city to rest..."
Wow!
Lin Yi opened the curtain from the carriage and walked out with a demon-slaying sword in his hand. He looked down at the prefect Mo Youde with cold eyes: "Are you Mo Youde, the prefect of Jintian?"
