The capital of the Ming Dynasty.
Within the towering palace walls, there is still an open square with a radius of 100 feet.
Emperor Jiajing is wearing a five-clawed golden dragon robe, with a crown on his head, standing with his hands behind his back.
Behind him, two old men wearing red robes and Ming Dynasty official uniforms were waiting with respectful expressions and slightly bowed.
"Wei Zhong, do you think I have some confidence in conquering the divine beast?" Emperor Jiajing said slowly.
At this moment, there is something strange in the sky.
A red cloud the size of a hundred acres of land is rolling and floating in the distant sky, as if something is about to rush out of the red cloud at any time! ?
Among the two ministers, the one who looked more aged and vicissitudes of life suddenly showed joy on his face when Emperor Jiajing asked him first.
On the contrary, the other veteran's face instantly dropped, as if he was mourning for his heir.
"Your Majesty is the most powerful person in the world. Even if a divine beast descends from the sky, it is just a small test on your way to becoming an immortal. Is there any reason to fail?"
The skill of flattering someone is not to use gorgeous words or rich rhetoric. The key is to flatter someone in a pleasant place.
When Emperor Jiajing heard the word 'become an immortal', a faint smile appeared on his face.
"Well said! I will win this battle! I will never let Wei Zhong and all the civil and military officials down!" Emperor Jiajing said with high morale.
Weizhong is the name of Yan Song, the chief assistant of the Ming Dynasty.
Yan Song was still hunched over, like a cooked old shrimp.
But he glanced sideways at his colleagues beside him, his eyes seeming to say: Do you hear that? In the eyes of His Majesty, the officials of the Ming Dynasty have only two names, one is called "Wei Zhong" and the other is called "Civil and Military Hundred Officials".
Xu Jie felt Yan Song's gaze. Even though he possessed profound cultivation of the eighth level of Hedao Realm, he felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.
"Hey...how come you can't beat Yan Song?" Xu Jie sighed in his heart.
Just as the two old men were quarreling with each other, a bird song suddenly came from among the red clouds on the horizon!
The birdsong is clear and high-pitched, as if it can penetrate the heaven and the earth!
But apart from the red cloud, Jiajing, Yan Song, and Xu Jie still saw no trace of the mythical beast.
The next moment, a sudden change occurred!
I saw the red clouds forming into a ball, shrinking continuously, and finally condensed into a shape. It turned out to be a beautiful giant red bird!
The giant red bird condensed its true form and immediately locked its target: Emperor Jiajing.
"Well done!"
Emperor Jiajing felt its gaze and did not flinch in the slightest. Instead, he took the initiative to meet it.
One person and one bird came into contact a hundred feet above the ground, and the next moment they both disappeared.
"Enxiang, this is the way of heaven starting the [Battle to Recognize the Lord]." Xu Jie said in a low voice.
Yan Song heard this and sneered: "I am ignorant and ignorant, thank you Hua Ting for your advice."
Xu Jie listened to his strange expression, but felt secretly proud in his heart.
Compared to Holy Chong, maybe I am not as good as Yan Song.
But if you want to compete in talent and learning, Yan Song, who is recognized as the leading Confucian cultivator in the Ming Dynasty, cannot compare with him.
Xu Jie was thinking this, but Yan Song had already seen through his mind.
Born in Hanlin?
Learn rich five cars?
It can be seen at a glance that Emperor Jiajing and the divine bird disappeared because they were led by heaven to a special space for the [Battle of Recognition of the Lord]. Xu Jie is indeed knowledgeable and talented.
But what Xu Jie can know, doesn’t Yan Song know?
In fact, many people in Ming Dynasty have forgotten it.
A hundred years ago, he Yan Song also served as a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy.
Before he became the treacherous prime minister despised by everyone in the Ming Dynasty, Yan Song was also the leading Confucian cultivator in the Ming Dynasty!
"Boy, you won't be able to beat me for another ten years." Yan Song glanced at Xu Jie lightly and sneered in his heart.
The two stood quietly in the empty square, waiting for the final result of the [Battle to Recognize the Lord].
Time passes bit by bit.
After seven days of alternating day and night, a strange crack finally appeared in the calm sky.
In the square, the first and second assistants of the Ming Dynasty, who had always stood still like clay and wood sculptures, finally made some moves.
The two of them knelt down at the same time to welcome His Majesty the Ming Emperor upon his triumphant return!
Sure enough, a stalwart figure stepped out of the crack, it was Emperor Jiajing.
After seven days of fierce fighting, Emperor Jiajing was still in high spirits and showed no sign of fatigue from the long battle.
However, there are clear scratches, damage, and burn marks on the five-clawed gold dragon robe, which shows that the battle was fierce.
Yan Song and Xu Jie's eyes were focused on Emperor Jiajing's left shoulder.
A red fire chick, only the size of a sparrow, was sitting there.
He is well-behaved and docile, without any of his previous violent appearance.
"Your Majesty, what is this???" Yan Song said with surprise on his face.
"Hahahaha!" Emperor Jiajing said with a smile: "The battle to recognize the master is blessed by heaven, and the power of the divine beast is not small. But after the war, it will naturally return to its infancy."
Yan Song looked like he was being taught, which greatly satisfied Emperor Jiajing's vanity.
Xu Jie watched the monarch and his ministers ask and answer questions, and finally realized something later and gained some taste.
"Old Yansong asked questions knowingly?"
"How can you please your Majesty by pretending to be stupid?"
"I actually lost because I wasn't ignorant or shameless enough?"
Xu Jie's mood was as if he had just finished a bowl of porridge and found a lump of mouse droppings at the bottom of the bowl.
He was trembling with discomfort, but he was unwilling to give in!
Finally, Xu Jie gritted his teeth!
"Your Majesty conquered the mythical beast and greatly improved our fortune. Please write a hundred poems to congratulate Your Majesty!"
"Oh?" Emperor Jiajing was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then nodded with satisfaction: "I have always loved Hua Ting's articles, but it's a pity that you are busy with official duties and rarely have time to write Qingci. Today I have conquered the mythical beast, and there should indeed be hundreds of excellent works published. .”
Xu Jie quickly knelt down and kowtowed to accept the order.
But he felt mixed feelings in his heart.
I am happy that I have finally won His Majesty's favor, but I am worried that my current behavior is no different from flattering a minor minister.
When Yan Song saw this, he snorted in his heart: "Old boy, how dare you compete with me for favor?"
He coughed dryly and said with a flattering smile on his face: "It is really auspicious for a divine beast to enter the Ming Dynasty. I must spread the word immediately and let the world know that Your Majesty is the Ming Jun and the Holy Lord."
"Well! Wei Zhong, you are so attentive!" Emperor Jiajing nodded repeatedly: "You are worthy of being my appointed chief minister and a role model for all officials."
Xu Jie was still kneeling on the ground. Hearing this, he almost fainted from chest tightness.
Yan Song then said: "The divine beast was born, but I don't know how to call it. Please give it a name so that it can be known to the world."
"Giving a name to a mythical beast?" Jiajing's eyes lit up, and he was really happy to be deducted.
He pondered for a long time and finally came up with a name that satisfied him.
"I give you my name, Ming Dynasty Zhuque!"
Yan Song immediately worshiped: "The Ming Dynasty is so great that it is unparalleled in the world! The Ming Dynasty's brightness will last forever!"
"Well said, well said, Wei Zhong! Hahahaha!" Emperor Jiajing laughed with satisfaction, and the laughter echoed in the palace.
Xu Jie was completely shocked!
Is the Ming Dynasty so great that it is unparalleled in the world?
Will the Ming Dynasty be immortal forever?
The eighteen words that Lao Yansong blurted out were so amazing? What kind of talent is this?
Xu Jie finally understood that he was not as good as Yan Song.
Compared with talent and shamelessness, they are both inferior, and far inferior!
"I won't fight Yan Song for at least ten years..." Xu Jie thought sadly in his heart.
