Chen Luo looked out and saw a majestic old scribe walking out from among the officials. Chen Luo's eyes glanced at his chest. It was a pattern of a rising red sun, with five birds fluttering in front of the red sun.
A message was transmitted to Chen Luo's ears: "This is Lu Dazhi, the head of the etiquette department in the main hall, with an official rank of fifth rank."
"Master Lu, what do you want to ask me?" Chen Luo raised his hand.
Lu Dazhi walked quickly to Chen Luo, first saluted Ye Heng, and then looked at Chen Luo: "Uncle Wan'an, I want to ask you, did you find the great scholar's heart found in Wan'an County? Stolen?"
Chen Luo frowned slightly: "Mr. Lu, you are so old, why do you open your mouth? Thieves, one is stealing; the other is robbery; which one have I committed? You let Wen Xin choose the master, and Wen Xin chooses me. Yes. Is there any problem?"
Lu Dazhi snorted coldly: "That's nonsense. A great Confucian scholar's heart is the most precious treasure of my Confucian school. I think you are not a member of the Confucian sect if you have not developed a righteous spirit. How could a literary heart choose you as its leader!"
"Old man, stop talking nonsense!" At this moment, a loud shout suddenly resounded through the court, almost drowning out the sound of the rainstorm outside. Chen Luo turned his head and saw Wei Yan, who had been hiding somewhere, walking out of the crowd with a dark face.
Lu Dazhi was not surprised to see Wei Yan appear, and said: "Master Wei, although you are a great scholar and I am a master, there is no distinction between superiority and inferiority. You said I was talking nonsense, so how could I not be right?"
Wei Yan glanced at Chen Luo, his face turned slightly red, and then said: "How can the disciples of my Confucian sect be identified by Haoran's righteousness? As long as you pursue the way in your heart, clearly discern the principles of the world, and are determined to join our Confucian sect, you will I am a Confucian disciple. Chen Luo!"
Wei Yan suddenly looked at Chen Luo: "Let me ask you, do you have a way in your heart?"
Chen Luo nodded: "Yes!"
"Then are you willing to discern the principles of the world?"
"willing!"
"Okay, this means I am a disciple of Confucianism!" Wei Yan said loudly.
Lu Dazhi watched Chen Luo and Wei Yan singing harmony, and sneered: "Wei Daru, this identity is not just what you say!"
Wei Yan glanced sideways at Lu Dazhi, his tone full of danger: "Then what do you think we should do?"
Lu Dazhi: "Whoever is qualified to recognize Wan Anbo as a disciple of the Confucian sect should be the leader of the Confucian sect, the current Wen Zong, and a half-step saint!"
As soon as Lu Dazhi's words came out, all the officials in the palace were talking about it. Ye Heng also leaned on the dragon chair with one hand and watched with interest.
"Half Saint..." the official with good intentions said privately, "Lu Dazhi is also getting ruthless. Aren't you afraid of forcing out the Bamboo Forest Half Saint of Wei Yan's lineage?"
"It can't be that easy. The Bamboo Sage has lived in seclusion in the Green Bamboo Forest for a while since the Linhuang case. He didn't come forward when Huo Xiang was in trouble. How could he stand up for a literary person?"
"What does Lu Dazhi want? Even if Wan Anbo agrees to retrain Wen Xin and hand over Wen Xin, it won't fall on him."
"I heard that Lu Dazhi recently married a concubine, who is a collateral daughter of the Fang family in Suizhou."
"Oh, Suizhou Fang family! The water is deep, so be careful what you say, be careful what you say!"
The sound transmission from above the court continued, and Wei Yan looked at Chen Luo with extremely tangled eyes.
Chen Luo frowned slightly. What's going on with Old Wei today? Since you stand up and kill the other party directly, why do you look so hesitant? There is no interesting rhythm at all!
"Master Wei, what else do you have to say? Otherwise, you can send a message to your master, Bamboo Sage, and I will be waiting."
"No need!" Wei Yan glared at Lu Dazhi fiercely, walked up to Chen Luo, shook his sleeves, put his hands together in front of his chest, left hand outside, right hand inside, bent down deeply, and said respectfully -
"Disciple Wei Yan, meet my junior uncle!"
…
The whole palace was silent, and Ye Heng stood up from the throne in surprise.
The court exploded!
"Wei Yan, what's going on? What did you say?"
"Little Master Uncle? Don't be joking. Bamboo Sage wants to accept him as his disciple?"
"Wei Yan, aren't you afraid that your teacher will beat you to death?"
At this time, Chen Luo's head seemed to have been hit hard, and he was stunned on the spot.
What are you doing? In order to praise me, Senior Wei actually made such a big sacrifice?
How can I repay this favor?
Chen Luo took a step forward and wanted to help Wei Yan up. He used to shout: "Senior Wei..."
Wei Yan seemed to have been electrocuted. He quickly took half a step back, still in a bowing posture. Although the veins on his forehead had popped out at this time, he still said: "The elders and younger ones are in order. Disciples don't dare to use the word "senior". Please ask me, junior uncle." Take it back..."
Could it be true?
The master Wen Xiang found for himself was Master Wei Yan’s master!
Awesome!
…
Chen Luo coughed dryly: "Wei Qian... Well, Xiao Wei, you should get up first."
Wei Yan stood up with a dark face, looked at Lu Dazhi, gritted his teeth and said, "Do you have any more questions?"
Lu Dazhi was also confused at this time. The script is not like this!
In panic, he blurted out a question that was on the minds of all the kings and ministers in the palace: "You said that Bamboo Saint accepted him as his disciple, what proof do you have!"
"I can prove it!" At this time, Yan Baichuan, who had always been as steady as a rock, said softly.
The court fell into silence again, and only the wind and rain outside the hall could be heard, becoming more and more violent...
…
"Hehehehe..." Xuan Emperor Ye Heng's laughter broke the silence of the court, "I didn't expect Bamboo Saint to accept a disciple again, and it was my newly named Wan Anbo... What a joy to congratulate!"
"Hou An, I have drafted a decree to appoint Wan'an Bo as an attendant in the Changming Palace. I will reward you with ten pieces of barbarian blood ink, a hundred pieces of silkworm brocade, and an imperial palace outside the capital!"
"Wenxin's matter has been agreed upon, and there is no need to mention it again! Let's retreat from the court..."
Ye Heng changed his previous attitude towards watching the show and immediately added a series of new rewards, and looked at Chen Luo with increasingly satisfied eyes.
But at this moment, another person stood up: "Your Majesty, I have something to report."
Ye Heng, Chen Luo, and Wei Yan looked at it together and saw an official with a smile on his face and a somewhat fat body coming out of the procession. In front of the red sun on his court uniform, there were three phoenixes.
"He's the Minister of Rites. It's totally different." Wei Yan moved his lips slightly and sent a message to Chen Luo.
Na Wan BuTong walked out and glared at Lu Dazhi: "Your behavior is reckless, don't go back!" Lu Dazhi, as if he had been pardoned, quickly returned to stand among the officials.
Na Wan Bu Tong raised his smile again, nodded slightly to Chen Luo, and then turned to Emperor Xuan and said: "Your Majesty, Wan Anbo can win the blue eyes of the Bamboo Saint, so he is naturally a member of my Confucian school. I have a sudden idea. suggestion."
Ye Heng asked curiously: "What suggestions does Wan Aiqing have?"
Wan Tongtong smiled and said: "Weichen has been studying for decades and found that the poetry of this dynasty is far inferior to that of the previous dynasty. I often hear that all the poetry has been written by the previous dynasty. Today, seeing Wan Anbo's young talent, I can't be angry with Haoran, but Still being accepted into the disciples of a semi-saint, I think I will be the best in the world! Why not ask Wan Anbo to recite a poem to sweep away the decline of poetry in my dynasty?"
As soon as Wan Bubu made these remarks, the officials in the main hall all agreed.
Chen Luo was shocked: "Asshole! In other time travels, this would be a good time to show off, but in this world, poetry from the Tang and Song Dynasties has appeared. It's hard to fool him now!"
At this time, Chen Luo also received a message from Wei Yan: "This Wan different smile hides a knife. I want to use poetry to prevent you from being recognized by other Confucian scholars. Later, if you say you are not feeling well, I will correct it."
Although Chen Luo was unhappy, he could only nod silently.
At this time, I heard Wan BuTong say: "The Prime Minister is about to send troops to Wanren City. Since ancient times, good farewell poems have been written. Why not ask Wan Anbo to compose a poem as a gift to the Prime Minister..."
Chen Luo was stunned, and a poem appeared in his mind.
I can do this!
