Chapter 468 My Lord, the Holy Ming!

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The Five Classics Hall was already buzzing with people.

Countless scholars were excited.

Lu Xuan held a banquet in Qionglin Garden. Zhuge Liang and Xu Shengsheng showed their talents and were recognized by Lu Xuan. The other participating scholars were also honored.

Countless big families are now actively contacting each other and preparing to select sons-in-law from these graduated scholars. In addition to big families, businessmen and ordinary families are also actively communicating. After all, more than 280 people are not something that one or two families can win over.

Under this premise, it became a carnival for countless scholars.

The scholars of the Five Classics Museum were also congratulating each other, communicating in their respective circles, and they looked completely happy.

Only one person looked sad.

Step by step!

He returned to the Five Classics Hall, and what he said at the Qionglin Banquet spread throughout the Five Classics Hall. Many scholars looked at him as if they were a god of plague and were unwilling to have contact with him.

Bu Zhi felt a little disappointed, so he didn't force it and went back to his dormitory directly.

Sitting in the dormitory, Bu Zhao felt a little lost.

He was also blaming himself for why he made such shocking and bold remarks. If he had only talked about developing the south and not talked about splitting up the big clans of Wu State and not talking about migrating the descendants of the big clans south, the impact would not have been so bad.

As the second in the Five Classics Pavilion, he will definitely be respected, and the big family will also support him.

Now, he is talking about splitting up the big family, and the big family is targeting him. But he asked himself, if he had to do it all over again, he would still choose this way.

He was born into a poor family, with no roots or connections. The mediocre strategies could not enter Lu Xuan's vision. He had to go to extremes to get a chance.

Otherwise, he's mediocre.

Bu Zhi laughed dumbly and shook his head. He had already done it, and it was already done, and there was no point in regretting it anymore.

"Wait, wait for the arrangements from the staff. Even if you assign me the most ordinary clerk, I can still do a good job."

Bu Zhao murmured to himself.

Give yourself a pep talk.

While Bu Zhi was packing his clothes and books, someone walked in.

The person who came was thin. When he saw Bu Zhi, he looked contemptuous and said sarcastically: "Bu Zhi, aren't you very arrogant? I think you are self-righteous and clever, half-filled with water."

"You are like this, and you still want to split up the big family. It's a good idea. Look at you now, being ignored by King Wu, right? Being smart will be self-defeating. I advise you to be more practical."

Bu Zhao raised his head and glanced. He knew the person in front of him. His name was Luo Shi, and he was also a member of a poor family. This time in the final exam of the Five Classics Hall, I ranked twelfth, but I thought my ranking was more than that and should be a higher ranking.

Bu Zhi said nothing because there was no need to argue with Luo Shi.

Luo Shi saw Bu Zhao lowering his head and not speaking. He was not interested. He muttered a few more words, turned around and left.

After Luo Shi left, scholars from the Five Classics Hall continued to enter, all of them adding insult to injury and criticizing Bu Zhi one by one. These people had a lot of rhetoric, some said that Bu Zhi was always aloof, some said that Bu Zhi was smart, and some even scolded Bu Zhi for not overestimating his abilities...

Bu Zha just sat there numbly.

After a while, everything calmed down. But in the blink of an eye, there was another sound of footsteps. When Bu Zhao looked up, it was Zhuge Liang who entered.

Bu Zhi laughed and said, "Kong Ming, are you here to mock me too?"

Zhuge Liang lifted up his robe and sat down, and said seriously: "In the eyes of Brother Zishan, am I, Zhuge Liang, such a superficial person?"

Bu Zhi was stunned for a moment.

Immediately, a look of gratitude appeared in his eyes, and he said: "In the eyes of everyone, I am a stinky person like dog shit, and it smells bad if I touch it, so everyone came to criticize me and cut off relations with me. Kong Ming You have a bright future, so why bother?”

Zhuge Liang said solemnly: "Brother Zishan I know has a reserved temperament and is tenacious. Can a mere trivial matter stump you?"

Bu Zhi said: "Kong Ming, thank you for comforting me. I'm fine."

Zhuge Liang continued: "I think your strategy is very good and very important. There is no problem at all. I firmly believe that you will definitely gain the respect of King Wu."

Bu Zhi smiled and said, "You don't have to comfort me."

Zhuge Liang said solemnly: "I'm not comforting you, I'm telling the truth. The King of Wu I know is a man of great talent and great foresight. Therefore, your strategy will definitely be reused."

"It's just that things have priorities. At present, the key to King Wu is internally in the north. It is impossible to split up the big families and move on a large scale. Otherwise, the Kingdom of Wu will have to face the greatest internal division."

"Your strategy is a strategy for long-term peace and stability. I think we cannot give up. I deeply admire you for having the courage to propose it. I, Zhuge Liang, am proud to have a classmate like you Bu Zishan."

Bu Zhao's eyes gradually became brighter and he asked: "Kong Ming, are you serious?"

Zhuge Liang said sincerely: "It must be true!"

Bu Zhi said: "I believe you."

Zhuge Liang nodded and felt relieved. He bowed his hands and bowed before standing up and leaving, leaving Bu Zhi alone in the dormitory. Bu Zhi's expression changed again and again, and he was also thinking about Zhuge Liang's words.

Is it really a priority?

probably!

He was a little expectant and a little nervous, but he was not as decadent as before.

While Bu Zhi was thinking, after a while, the knock on the door came again. Lu Xun entered directly, and the entourage who followed him closed the door.

When Bu Zhi saw Lu Xun, he stood up and saluted: "Lu Zhu Ji!"

Lu Xun, Zhuge Jin and others all served as chief reporters. Although Lu Xun is young, no one dares to underestimate him.

Lu Xun looked at Bu Zhao in front of him without being depressed, and there was a look of approval in his eyes.

He is indeed the person that his uncle likes.

Lu Xun got straight to the point and said: "Bu Zhi, King Wu appointed you as the captain of Diannong School and gave you one hundred taels of gold to go to the southern areas of Kuaiji and Yuzhang counties to investigate the situation in the southern mountainous areas and understand the local customs, mountains and rivers. Draw up a detailed plan for relocating the population based on various information such as rivers and places where people need to be relocated.”

"Bu Zhao obeys the order."

Bu Zha suddenly became excited.

Lu Xun took out the gold from the hands of his entourage and handed it over, and also gave him the official robe and seal ribbon. He said in a deep voice: "The King of Wu has high hopes for you. The King of Wu said that he is waiting for the good news from you. I hope you will live up to it." Trusted."

Bu Zhao's eyes shone brightly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Bu Zhao, you will definitely live up to your Majesty's high expectations."

"Good job!"

Lu Xun gave another word of encouragement, then turned and left.

Bu Zhao looked at Lu Xun's departing back, and his somewhat dry eyes became moist at this moment. His inner ecstasy, inner excitement, and inner anticipation are indescribable.

Bu Zhi only felt that his persistence was correct, and he was full of energy and fighting spirit.

King Wu never gave up on him!

The scholars in the Five Classics Hall did not understand him and rejected him. Even some great scholars in the Five Classics Hall did not recognize him. It didn't matter.

It is enough to have the approval of King Wu!

Bu Zhi felt a deep sense of gratitude that a scholar died for his confidant. The king of Wu treated him as a national scholar, and he should repay him as a national scholar.

Bu Zhi took a deep breath, calmed down the excitement in his heart, then turned towards the direction of Prince Wu's Mansion, clasped his hands, bowed at 90 degrees, and murmured to himself: "My lord Shengming!"