Bian'an.
In the early morning mist, the sun rises, and the bells ring in the palace,
The eunuchs and maids had tidied up the Jinluan Palace early in preparation for today's morning court.
The officials attending the court meeting, dressed in luxurious official robes and golden boots, filed in and walked towards the court hall.
Entering the Jinluan Hall, they all arranged their official robes and adjusted their positions, with the civilian officials on the left and the generals on the right.
It's just that something seems wrong with today's meeting...
The civil officials on the left are missing a few leading people. The Imperial Master has gone to the Confucian Temple, but where are the Grand Master, Shangshu and others?
The most outrageous thing was on the right side. Only a few officials entered in twos and threes. They looked at each other with doubts in their eyes.
After all, what could possibly delay such an important event as the court meeting?
The eunuch also discovered this, but the time had come, so he could only do his own thing and shouted "Go to court" at the top of his voice, and the officials immediately fell silent.
Zhou Jing, wearing a dragon robe with a heavy face, walked into the Jinluan Hall from the back compartment. When he saw the scattered officials in the hall, he was stunned, but his doubts were quickly suppressed in his heart.
After adjusting his condition, Zhou Jing took a few steps to the dragon chair and sat upright.
Official: “Long live my emperor! Long live!”
Eunuch: "If you have something to do, please leave the court!"
After some courtesy, Zhou Jing frowned and spoke first: "Where are the people?"
The officials in the hall glanced at their colleagues around them with their peripheral vision, and everyone was a little confused.
Zhou Jing tapped his fingers on the dragon chair. Will he play house in the imperial court of the Great Qian Kingdom? He didn't know where he had gone. Just when his patience had reached its limit, a civil servant stood up.
The civil servant's official robe is embroidered with cloud and wild goose patterns, and he is the minister of the Ministry of Rites.
The servant saluted and said, "I know a thing or two."
"explain."
"Due to the special reform of the imperial examination recently, the official did not return home last night, but discussed the imperial examination with Lord Shangshu."
The minister recalled what happened last night and was still surprised: "During the discussion, Master Shangshu stood up suddenly, and his body burst into awe. When the subordinate saw him rushing out of the house, he followed him out. He saw that Master Shangshu seemed to be pushed by something. Disappeared into the night.”
After he finished speaking, he also reminded others that several officials also came forward and discovered the strange movement last night.
Zhou Jing's face grew gloomier as he heard this, and he murmured, "Did the Yin Yang family from Chengtian Kingdom take action?"
This conjecture frightened the emperor of Daqian Kingdom.
If that person really took action, how could Da Gan resist?
Bai Yujing? Confucian Temple?
Perhaps there is also a mysterious power that Maiyue Mansion has taken action!
Thinking of this, Zhou Jing asked eagerly: "How is the search for the white-haired senior going?"
The scene was quiet.
"Don't tell me there's no news at all."
The officials bowed their heads.
"Trash! A bunch of trash!"
Zhou Jing Longyan was furious and wanted to scold him again. At this moment, a stream of light flickered and fell into the hall.
"Your Majesty, don't be anxious. The old minister has returned."
An old man with gray hair appeared in a Confucian robe.
Zhou Jing's eyes lit up when he saw the visitor, and other ministers also saluted respectfully: "I have met the Imperial Master!"
Zhou Jing ran down from the dragon chair, held the imperial master's hand, and refused to let go: "Mr. Zhong Bo, you are back!"
Imperial Master Zhong Bo looked calm and treated the emperor like an elder treating a junior. He patted Zhou Jing on the shoulder and said, "Your Majesty, don't worry. The minister who left was caused by a change in the weather. There is no serious problem and he will return soon."
These words seemed to give Zhou Jin a reassurance and calm him down.
Zhong Bo added: "As for that senior, I will travel all over the mountains and rivers to find it myself!"
Hearing this, Zhou Jing showed hesitation: "The Imperial Master is leaving again? This matter is indeed important, but you won't go there in person."
"No, this time when I returned to the Confucian Temple, I asked Master some questions and learned a secret."
"Tianji?"
Zhou Jing has been really on tenterhooks lately, and he doesn't dare to continue asking for fear of hearing bad news again.
He is relatively clear about his own national division.
In addition to literary sages, the Confucian Temple also has chief and deputy leaders. Under the leader are twelve attendant sages. If one of these twelve great scholars is chosen at random, Zhou Jing will kneel down and worship him.
Accompanying the sage is the mountain master of the forty-eight Confucian academies in the world.
It seems like there are a lot, there are forty-eight academies, but in fact, there are more than a hundred academies in this world, excluding the small ones, and just counting the big ones.
Daqian is still relatively powerful among these countries, but there is no orthodox Confucian academy in its territory, so its value can be imagined.
Under the Mountain Lord are the gentlemen and wise men of each academy.
The titles of sage, mountain lord, gentleman, and sage are not only positions but also symbols of strength.
For example, the Master of the Academy Mountain is at least a Jade Pu Realm great monk.
However, this does not mean that Confucian monks in the Yupu realm are qualified to be the master of an academy. There are still many tests.
The master of the National Preceptor is one of the twelve accompanying sages, and his seat is next to Literary Sage!
What the sages say is destiny for Daqian.
Zhong Bo smiled and said softly: "It's a good thing, one big thing and one small thing."
"Really?!" Zhou Jing clenched his fists unconsciously.
"I still lie to you, old minister." Zhong Bo nodded: "The good thing about me has been calculated by my master. There is a person in our country who is a talented person in the world. If he succeeds, he can prosper for a hundred years."
"Who is it? In the court?"
"According to destiny, this person has a bad fate. He will only start to show his talent when he is approaching forty, and he is only in his weak years now."
"With such a great talent, how could I let him wait for more than twenty years!" Zhou Jing said loudly with his fist.
"The old minister also thinks so."
Zhong Bo looked outside the palace, and then said, "I can only calculate that this person's surname is Xu. He has participated in the imperial examination in Chaoyang Mansion before. If your Majesty finds him and is willing to give him the surname Cheng [Wen] based on the country's cultural fortune, then this person will A crouching dragon can fly into the sky."
Zhou Jing's eyes flashed. The country's cultural destiny was important, but if it were to be exchanged for a great talent and ensure Daxing's prosperity for a hundred years, any businessman would do it.
So, he looked at the Minister of Rites: "Go and get the list of candidates for the Chaoyang Mansion. All the people of the Xu family will be announced to come to Beijing, immediately! Immediately!"
"No!" the Minister of Rites bowed, feeling very envious in his heart. He didn't know who it was, but he was about to become famous.
After doing this, Zhou Jing looked at the Imperial Master again. Small good things are like this, but big ones are even better. His tone was extremely expectant: "Zhong Bo, what is the big one?"
Speaking of great good deeds, Zhong Bo replied via voice transmission: "Actually, Master can only calculate the outline of great good deeds. I only know that there is an expert in Daqian. If Daqian can help that person, I will repay him." That’s it…”
Zhou Jing urged: "National Master, please don't betray me!"
Zhong Bo's expression became serious.
"The reward is that the Daqian Kingdom will ride on the wind and skyrocket to become the most powerful country in the world! It will thrive for thousands of years and never decline!"
"!!!"
Zhou Jing was stunned.
The most powerful country in the world.
It will last for thousands of years.
These words echoed in his mind, filling all his thoughts and nothing else.
When the officials in the audience saw this, they felt like a cat had been scratched. They all speculated about what His Majesty heard that made him react like this.
I don’t know how long it took.
The Emperor of Daqian Kingdom moved his fingers and his voice trembled: "Who... is he?"
Zhong Bo's voice transmission: "I don't know... I can't calculate it at all, but recently, there have been too many strange phenomena in our country, and the mysterious senior also appeared recently."
"so?"
"Yes, I guess it may be that one, so I have to look for it myself!"
