Overgod Ascension

Huang Zong woke up early in the morning and several Confucianists came up to greet him. His face was filled with joy: “Teacher, happy! ”

“Oh? Where does Joy come from? ”

Huang Zong took the towel, with hot water, and slowly wiped his face. Every move was free. These qi kung fu suddenly made other Confucians feel bad.

“The Imperial Palace has a decree to summon the teacher. The Prince has reached the age of enlightenment. With the teacher's literary prestige, who is better than you? ”

Though Wu Yan used his talents for Confucianism, other Confucianism also had a desire to succeed, seeing that the king's path could not be reached, going to the son's path, putting Bao in the future, is also a matter of reason.

“Be discreet! ”

When Huang Zongzheng listened, his face changed: “The Prince is not a prince, but the Taifu said, where do we start? ”

Confucius was born face to face. At this time, he could only smile and answer: “The prince is a prince, the prince's master. He can barely say that the master...”

In fact, of course they know the difference, but the prince's position at this time is even more important than that of the emperor in the palace, and it is inevitable that he will speak at once.

When Huang Zongxiang saw this, he sighed in his heart, knowing the orthodox position of Wuhu, in Dingzhou it was already deep in the heart, and the idea of disobedience was almost well known.

It is only well known, but it is calm, and there are even joyful inspirers, even Confucians unwittingly accept the other son as orthodox, which can be frightening and chilling to think about.

“The time is not too early, the palace is waiting, and the teacher is invited to get in the carriage! ”

A few Confucians said goodbye.

“Mmm!”

Huang Nodded and came outside the Academy to see a carriage parked in Double Mara. Although not very gorgeous outside, the interior was very comfortable and barely felt the turbulence while walking.

“Master Huang is courteous. The small man is Wang He, a member of the Ding Wang Mansion. This is your entry and exit waist card, please put it away! ”

In the carriage, a young man in a soap robe smiled and presented himself with another lunchbox: "Sir, you're up early, haven't you eaten yet? Please use some more! ”

“Thanks! ”

When Huang Zong opened his eyes, he saw that there were many noodles and snacks in them. There was no soup, no risk of spilling them. He picked up a piece of white rabbit cake and ate it. He felt it was very sweet. The other kinds of small dishes were also mainly light and obviously took care of his taste.

“This is made by several northern cooks in the kitchen of the Imperial Palace, I hope it still tastes like an old man! ”

Wang He explained with a smile beside him.

“Have you read? ”

Huang Zong talked to him for a few words. He felt that Wang He was very knowledgeable. Unlike the rude man, he had to ask.

“After three years of cold windows, I was fortunate enough to pass the exam, but compared to the same period, how dare I compete with the sun and moon? Being able to handle chores in the Imperial Palace is already satisfying! ”

Now the officers, when they reach the age, or stand up for great merit, can be promoted and have a body.

Especially since the system has gradually improved, all those who are officials, unless exceptional, have to go to the grass-roots level for a walk, and therefore no one is ashamed.

Especially the royal palace clerk, can be close to the center of power. If you are fortunate enough to gain the appreciation of the noble people, you can only wait for the blue clouds in the future.

Wang He said that he was the light of the fireworks, in fact, a great humility.

‘I heard that Wuzhen's examination has been expanding year after year. Now it seems that even the fighting gourd has such a standard, it is really frightening...’

Huang Zongyi knew Autumn and suddenly felt a deep sense of awe.

The most important thing about a regime is enforcement, and the element of enforcement lies in an elite bureaucracy.

In the early days of the founding of the country, the political clarity, the above metaphor can be truly implemented, the natural sea level rises, but by the time of turmoil, corruption of all kinds is frequent, natural disasters, even though the court has the heart to provide disaster, after the rotten bureaucracy turns around, the layers can reach the affected people, if not survive, this is the sign of the dynasty's end.

And now, with such a group of highly qualified officers serving as grass-roots administrators, it's perfectly possible to do so, not to mention, at least, by going up and down, by decree.

This can mobilize the power of the entire system in times of war, with a sense of passion and naturalness.

Wang He naturally did not know from his own little clerk, Huang Zong saw so many things, another time later, the carriage slowly stopped and came to the front of the Ding Wang Palace.

The palace is just a renovation of the original state pastoral palace, striving to be economical, not very luxurious from the outside, but has its own sense of royalty.

Especially around the royal palace, there is always an elite strongman patrol, full armor, bright swords and arrows, obviously first-class elite, capable of killing wolf fighting tigers of the military hero.

When Huang Zongzheng got off the car, he felt a few glances in the dark, making him feel like a chestnut.

“Waist card! ”

One of the guards was on his way, carefully checking the access tokens of the two men before releasing them.

Yet Huang Zongzheng's token was also taken back, apparently only a one-time item, which made him a little bit unfortunate and more frivolous in his heart.

“Please wait in the hall for now! ”

Wang He led Huang Zong to a hallway, immediately there was a clever smile, and the friendly maid served a tea cup. The tea inside was like a jade, the scent fluttered nose, just to smell it was refreshing.

Even though Huang Zong, after a slight sip, he was not struck by the spirit: “Good tea! ”

He is also a person who is not tired of eating, not tired of finesse, and a literary master. Once applied, he has a world style, but these incense teas are unheard of and unseen.

“If the Guest likes it and Yong Slave goes to inform the owner, take two pounds with him when he leaves! ”

The maid saw this, her lips smiled, and the silver bell-like laughter rang all over the hall.

“Oh? Thanks...”

Huang Zongxiao raised his head slightly. He saw that the slave was fifteen or six years old, with two maids on his head, and a bright red beauty mole lit in his eyebrow. He smiled and had two little wine caves. He seemed to have a little charm on his childish face. He knew that the woman had an inner charm. If he put it outside, he might become a forbidden servant of some world head, but in the royal palace, there was only one slave choice to greet him.

Fortunately, he was deeply cultivated. However, his heart was slightly surprised, his face remained unchanged, and he quickly sipped a cup of tea. He just felt an ice line coming down his throat. After entering his stomach, he gradually developed a warm atmosphere, reaching the human remains of all limbs, and his body was smooth, pleasant and beautiful. He couldn't help but be surprised.

‘This tea seems to be spiritual... Even though it is difficult to enjoy often in the Immortal Gate, I don't want the royal palace of the world, but there are such immortal jewels...’

It's just that Huang Zong is a first-class tea taster and has been waiting for two hours.

It wasn't until the fifth pot of tea was changed that a clear voice came along: "Are you Huang Zong? ”

The sound is clearer, such as ice balls, naturally coming not from women, but from the mouth of a young man.

Huang Zongzheng looked up and saw a young man in a gown walked in casually, idyllic, as if nothing in the world could move him. He seemed to be only 20 years old, but one pair of eyes was as warm as jade stone, full of wisdom after reading through the world's hundreds of states and thousands of reds and dust.

He sees countless people in his life, but never one person can make him feel the same way.

“Exactly, Your Eminence, but Prince Wu in person? ”

Huang Zonglian hastily paid his respects.

He is also a wise man, naturally knows that he can be so accommodating in the royal palace, as if in his own backyard. Besides the king, there is only the husband of the rumored king.

At this time, it occurred to me that his students only said that Wang Fu had been summoned, and Wang He only said that an adult wanted to see him, not explicitly stating that he was the king himself.

Now it seems that this temporary offer, to see him, is the Prince Wu.

“Seen Prince Wu! ”

After seeing Wu Ming nod his head and confess, Huang Zonglian hurriedly renewed his salute.

Honestly, since Wu Ming's fame, the investigation of her by the Hou and all parties has not relaxed for a moment, and Wu Ming, as husband and son-in-law, is naturally not spared.

It's just that he's lost his head and tail. Most detectives can find out. It's just a series of confusion done by dudes before, which puzzles a lot of people.

Yet Huang Zong was quite clear that the young man in front of him was no ordinary man.

Otherwise, how could he marry under his command and even take Princess Everest as his concubine!?

“Huang Zong, you are a Confucian, I don't have to ask questions! ”

Wu Ming smiled slightly: “This time you are called here for my son to choose Meng Master, I have a question, can you answer it? ”

In his eyes, Huang Zong's cultivation is quite good. At least the Confucian family's vast body has grown. The Confucian name is not delusional.

But if the idea doesn't fit, you still can't choose, otherwise you bring your own son down, it's really hard to make sense.

“Ask the son a question! ”

Huang Zong dressed up, Sumudao.

“My own system, with the impurities of the reigning king, can you use Confucianism alone? ”

Wu Ming asked softly.

“This…”

Huang Zong fell into hesitation, which was actually not difficult to answer, just attitude and choice of road.

Obviously, the other party will certainly not accept the idea of monopoly Confucianism, and now it is to ask him if he should insist on this.

When he arrived at his cultivated Confucian, every word and line, he pointed directly at his heart, lied or something. First of all, he couldn't even get past this level.

“Don't worry, old man, if you can't think it out, you can go back and think about it, when you have the answer, when you will tell me again! ”

Wu Ming waved his hand, and the two maids immediately went forward and the voice gently delivered the guests.

Huang Zong saw this, but he sighed softly, knowing that Ding Wang would definitely not make himself a prince teacher, which is too easy to influence.

At this point, you can only stand up and say goodbye.

Wu Ming looked at his back, but he was silent.

With his breath of vision and discernment, he called this Huang Zong over this time just to take a look.

At this moment, there is little luck in hiding the evil heart, or purely reason, and what is behind it, dealing with those ministers.