Fan Li resolved the other party's instigation in just a few words.
Prince Wanli was still smiling, but his eyes were a bit colder.
In fact, he was testing.
The original purpose was to weigh the competitors.
Now, Prince Wanli probably understands.
The Holy Lord Jinde who was most worried when he arrived had a simple mind although he had attained the Mahayana realm.
Zhuge Liang, Guo Jia, and Zhou Yu are indeed as good as the rumors, they are all planning wizards and have perseverance!
Only Fan Li... seems to be a little more cunning than rumored?
"Teacher." Prince Wanli said softly.
Behind him, a middle-aged man wearing Confucian clothes walked out.
Although he is not wearing the official uniform of the Ming Dynasty, his long beard and beautiful beard make it easy to identify him as Zhang Juzheng.
"Is something wrong, Prince?"
Zhang Juzheng bowed slightly.
He was once the prince's lecturer and was responsible for teaching Wanli to practice Confucianism and Taoism, so he had the title of master and disciple.
"Teacher, do you think it's possible for Gu to accept Fan Li?" Prince Wanli asked.
When Zhang Juzheng heard this, his eyes widened in shock!
On the surface, the Ming Dynasty is still the strongest in the world, but the court is filled with Yan Song's gang members, which can be described as decadent and sluggish.
In the future, when Prince Wanli ascends the throne, he will definitely be the emperor and his courtiers, and Yan Song's party will be cut off.
By then, I don’t know how many official positions will be vacant, waiting for new people to fill them.
Especially the cabinet, especially the throne of chief minister!
Zhang Juzheng complained secretly in his heart.
"Why did the prince fall in love with Fan Li when he first met him?"
"Think about the [Three Emperors' Alliance], when His Majesty also won over Fan Li and promised him to join the cabinet and pay homage to the Prime Minister."
"It's pitiful that I have worked hard for the Ming Dynasty for decades. I finally climbed into the cabinet, but I am only at the bottom. I just serve tea and water to Yan Song and Teacher Xu every day."
"Why is Fan Li so respected by the two kings of Ming Dynasty?"
It's not that Zhang Juzheng is narrow-minded, but he has struggled in the officialdom of the Ming Dynasty for decades and finally earned the official status, but Fan Li can easily get it?
How can this keep him from being depressed and sad?
"Why doesn't the teacher say anything?"
"Could it be that the teacher doubts that Pinggu's ability is not enough to conquer Fan Li?"
Prince Wanli chuckled.
"Teacher, please don't forget that before leaving Beijing this time, both the first and second assistants wrote letters of allegiance to Gu."
Yan Song and Xu Jie did submit letters of allegiance, and they were written by themselves.
Zhang Juzheng shook his head helplessly after hearing this.
The prince in front of him was indeed born to be a king, and he was extremely talented, but he had a big problem: pride!
With Emperor Jiajing's creation and participation, he will definitely break through to the realm of transcending tribulation within a hundred years.
Once the tribulation is overcome, regardless of success or failure, the Ming Dynasty will be handed over to Prince Wanli to inherit.
The two cabinet ministers quietly wrote letters of allegiance to him, which was just a basic operation.
Wanli, however, regarded this as his own personality charm and was overconfident.
"Whoever the prince wants to recruit, it's probably no problem."
Zhang Juzheng doesn't like flattering, so he only flattered him a little, and the conversation suddenly turned negative.
"But please don't forget, Prince. I will read to you Fan Li's "Execution of the Discipline"..."
Upon hearing the words 'discipline', Prince Wanli also fell silent.
To be able to write such a heart-warming article shows that you have a loyal heart. How is it possible to want the other party to betray the master and surrender to the enemy?
Prince Wanli finally put away his confident smile.
He looked at Fan Li in the distance and said in a regretful tone: "It's a pity that he can't be used by me. The Yunmeng Mountain in front of him must be his burial place."
Zhang Juzheng took a breath of cold air!
The emperor is so scheming and so cold-blooded!
You were trying to recruit Fan Li just now, but now you have murderous intentions?
"Yes." Zhang Juzheng could only feel regretful, but would never dissuade him.
Even he felt that it would be better for Fan Li to die.
Otherwise, when the Ming Dynasty unifies the world, if Fan Li is reused, won't he be adding more opponents to himself?
…
Rumble~~~~~! ! !
Sudden!
Yunmeng Mountain made a loud noise, causing the earth to tremble, and countless birds and beasts sprang out.
Originally, Yunmeng Mountain was shrouded in mist.
At this moment, people looked around and realized that the silky white mist was actually a barrier.
At the foot of the southern mountain where everyone gathered, the white fog dispersed slightly, revealing a winding mountain road.
Deep in the mountains, there was singing again.
After just a moment, you can see an old Confucian coming in to compose a song.
"The sky and the earth are constantly on fire, and the building will collapse without a single tree to hold it up."
"In ancient times, there was a virtuous person who wanted to surrender to the Ming Lord, but the Ming Lord asked for the virtuous person, but he didn't know me~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"
Everyone heard the singing and had their own thoughts.
Zhuge Liang smiled and said: "It is quite rare to have a good song of seeking virtue and have the power to turn the tide."
Guo Jia also smiled and said: "If you have high ambitions, you need real materials."
Zhou Yu quite agreed and said: "It is easy to write songs, but difficult to support the country. Although this person has great ambitions, he may not have really experienced the pain of being supported by a single tree. Anyway, I am not in the mood to write songs."
After the three of them finished speaking, they looked at each other, feeling like they had met their close friends after drinking.
Fan Li saw the person coming clearly, but the expression on his face gradually became strange. "It's actually this guy?"
"Teacher, look!" Prince Wanli pointed at the old Confucian excitedly. "Could it be that he is Gui Guzi, who knew that the prince was visiting Yunmeng Mountain in person and took the initiative to come down to seek refuge?"
The corner of Zhang Juzheng's mouth twitched, thinking: How is this possible?
Who is Guiguzi?
I think back then, the first generation Guiguzi refused the invitation of the ancestors of Chu, Han and Ming Dynasty, broke through the realm in one fell swoop and flew to the fairy world, which shows his character.
Guigu has been passed down from generation to generation. No matter how bad the Guiguzi of this generation are, they will not be able to write songs to recommend themselves, as if they are afraid that no one will want them?
"Your Highness, I heard that there is an urgent desire for an official position in the song." Zhang Juzheng reminded in a low voice: "Is Guiguzi a mediocre person who covets fame, wealth, and official titles?"
"So, he is not Guiguzi?"
When Prince Wanli came back to his senses, he felt that he was being teased by the singer, and his face suddenly became ugly.
The person who came was indeed not Guiguzi, he was Cheng Yichuan.
Mr. Yichuan returned to Yunmeng Mountain in embarrassment. Although he met his teacher Guiguzi, he was ordered to guard the mountain gate. When envoys from various countries gathered, he would open the mountain gate and let them in.
"I thought it would be easy for me to become a great scholar, but the teacher only asked me to watch the door?"
"Yunmeng Mountain is not a place to stay for a long time."
"Writing a song also allows envoys from various countries to see my talent."
Mr. Yichuan thought it was quite beautiful.
When he walks out of the fog barrier, he expects these forces to throw olive branches to him.
However, dreams are beautiful, but reality is cruel.
Mr. Yichuan was surprised to find that after thinking hard for a long time, he finally came up with a good song that had rhymes and was catchy, but no one seemed to appreciate it?
The envoys from Wei, Han and Wu only looked at themselves up and down for a few times and then withdrew their gaze.
On the Ming side, there was a mighty team of several thousand people. The young man at the head was wearing bright yellow clothes. He was obviously of the dragon and phoenix blood of the Zhu family, but he was staring at me with a resentful expression? !
"strangeness!"
"I have been studying abroad for many years, but I have never been to the Ming Dynasty, and I have never offended the nobles of the Ming Dynasty."
"I don't know whether this is a prince or a prince, but he seems to have some misunderstandings about me?"
"That's all, Ming Dynasty doesn't want me, so I go to work for someone else... uh???"
Mr. Yichuan finally saw a familiar figure.
Fan Li, Duke of Jin of the Great Chu State, was looking at Cheng Yichuan, who was composing a song, with an expression as if he was appreciating a monkey show.
(End of chapter)
