Days passed, and the day for the imperial court to select a national advisor was getting closer and closer.
Suzaku Street is becoming more and more quiet and peaceful, but secretly a storm is coming. The monks who are not strong enough have already left here, leaving behind only those who want to compete for the position of national master. Therefore, the whole street is becoming more and more empty.
Imperial City, Tai Chi Hall.
The old emperor was wearing a black dragon robe, a flat crown on his head, and a sword hanging at his waist. His snow-white hair was meticulously combed and bright enough to dazzle the eyes. At this time, the old emperor had swept away his tired and old look, and there was a domineering look on his brows. The profound meaning of domination is like a huge mountain pressing on everyone's hearts.
The position of an emperor, the ability to rule his subjects, and control of the country and the country. In addition, he possesses the destiny of a dynasty, which brings great power to him, which cannot be predicted. What's more, Emperor Shenwu has been in the imperial court for sixty years and has gone through countless ups and downs. Although he is old, his imperial power is getting stronger and stronger. Just sitting on the dragon chair, the courtiers below are tense and unattractive. Dare to breathe.
"If you have something to do, please leave the court!" As the servants around the emperor sang, the civil and military ministers below began to sing in turn. During this period, Emperor Shenwu said nothing, and all government affairs were left to the court for discussion. The main hall remained in this state. A strange state.
Although Emperor Shenwu did not express any opinions, none of the ministers in the palace dared to ignore him, let alone lose etiquette in front of the palace. Although he decentralized power and handed over political affairs to the cabinet, the courtiers could not stop him from doing what he wanted to do. .
Just because he is the Shenwu Emperor.
The entire morning was spent in a tense and dull atmosphere in the court.
For the old emperor, he just went to court on a routine basis, but for the courtiers, they had to go through mental torture every time they went to court. His Majesty's power was so powerful that few courtiers dared to look at him.
When the court meeting was about to end, the chamberlain guarding the dragon chair stepped forward and shouted loudly.
"Your Majesty has decreed that from now on, the Xuanjing Division will select talented people to select national advisors for the imperial court. I appreciate this."
Among the ministers in the main hall, Chen Faxuan, the mirror commander of the Xuanjing Division, suddenly heard the word "Xuanjing Division" and trembled all over. He hurriedly walked out, bent down and whispered: "Wei ministers accept the order."
The rest of the courtiers were silent for a while when they saw His Majesty's decree. In their minds, the position of Imperial Preceptor first appeared twenty years ago. During these twenty years, there were countless changes in the Imperial Preceptor. , everyone is used to it.
But this time, the situation seemed to be different. His Majesty seemed to take it very seriously. Even so, no one raised any objections.
After going to court, Chen Faxuan stayed alone and was taken to the Yangxin Hall by the chamberlain.
When he walked to the front of the palace, he looked up and saw snow falling on the wooden leaves. The palace was deep and the auspicious aura of wealth and honor coming from all directions turned into leaping dragons and tigers, landing on it and suppressing everything.
In the sky above this hall, countless purple and green energy rises and gathers into the sea. A huge figure covers the sky and the sun, protecting the imperial city. This is the will of the billions of people in the Great Zhou Dynasty gathered here to form dragon energy and suppress the magic of divine passage. If the monks are here , the soul will be suppressed and lose consciousness.
If Chen Faxuan hadn't been an official of the imperial court, he would have been severely damaged just by looking at him.
"Master Chen, your Majesty has summoned you, please go in quickly."
As soon as Chen Faxuan stepped into the hall, a chamberlain came forward and gave instructions.
"I understand, thank you so much, father-in-law." Chen Faxuan bowed his hands and walked towards the inner hall.
"See Your Majesty!"
In front of the imperial court, Emperor Shenwu was playing with a Qilin paperweight. He looked confused and didn't know what he was thinking. When he saw Chen Faxuan coming in, he put down the paperweight and his expression gradually became serious.
At the same time, a huge power lay across Chen Faxuan's heart like a mountain, making him extremely uncomfortable.
"Chen Faxuan, the Xuanjing Division must pay attention to the selection of the national master this time. I will ask the secret guards to cooperate with you. They will tell you the specific regulations. After a while, you go to the inner treasury to get a treasure as the selection national master. The teacher’s assessment method must be done well without any mistakes.”
Chen Faxuan's expression quickly became serious, and he said solemnly, "Wei Chen understands."
At the same time, the pressure in his heart was getting heavier and heavier. The selection of the national advisor this time seemed to be more important than he thought. His Majesty actually sent out secret guards, obviously not trusting him.
But as a minister, he could not question the emperor's orders and could only obey them.
"Step back." After the matter was explained, Emperor Shenwu waved his hand, signaling for him to step back.
Under the leadership of the chamberlain, Chen Faxuan got the treasure designated by His Majesty from the inner treasury, and then left the imperial city and went to the headquarters of Xuanjing Division. There was no room for sloppiness in the next thing, and he had to go all out.
When Chen Faxuan left the Yangxin Hall, Emperor Shenwu raised his head and looked at the dome of the hall. His deep eyes seemed to penetrate the space and see the golden dragon of luck above the hall.
"Time is running out." A subtle sigh dissipated in the wind.
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"It's finally starting."
The prince's residence.
Outside the window, there are sparse rocks with snow, and the frost is white and clear.
The sparkling wind blows the leaves, and the clouds and sunshine vary.
Light and darkness slowly came in and shone on Li Xian's body. He changed his clothes, wore a silver crown on his head, a five-clawed python robe, and a jade belt around his waist. His eyes were bright, and there was a light of wisdom between his brows.
At this time, he seemed to be a different person. Not only had the gloom in his heart disappeared, but he had become confident and high-spirited, full of fighting spirit, and was born from the heart. He also appeared to be as graceful and gentle as jade, and even the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes had faded a lot.
He looked in the direction of the imperial city with an inexplicable smile in his eyes.
"The show finally begins."
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Prince Qi's Mansion.
Three steps to the first floor, ten steps to the pavilion, Prince Qi's Mansion covers an area of 1,000 acres, planted with tall locust trees and deep bamboos, and green hanging clothes.
The stone bones are rugged, but after washing with water, they are crystal clear and appear in various shapes.
All around are towers and pavilions, winding corridors and flower pavilions, the water and trees are bright, the wind blows, the bamboo leaves rustle, the water ripples, the light and shadow are cold, giving people an indescribable exquisiteness.
Rockeries, running water, mountains, rocks and trees, majestic and majestic places, clusters of flowers, fragrant and beautiful, the wealth is compelling.
This is the residence of the second prince, and its specifications are no worse than that of the Prince's Mansion. In terms of luxury, it is even better.
In a high-rise building by the lake, a middle-aged man wearing a black robe was drinking alone by the window. This man had a calm face and an air of nobility between his brows. His every move was elegant and appropriate, but also with an indescribable freedom and leisure.
He was the second prince of the Zhou Dynasty. Like the prince, he was a legitimate son.
Suddenly, a man who looked like a guard walked into the tall building and whispered something to the second prince.
After the guards left, the second prince drank the sake in his glass with anticipation and excitement in his eyes, "It's finally here."
At the same time, various forces in the capital took action upon hearing the news and contacted them more frequently.
