Overgod Ascension

Huang Zong got up early in the morning, and several Confucian scholars came up to say hello. Their faces were full of joy: "Teacher, I am very happy!"

"Oh? Where does joy come from?"

Huang Zong took a towel, soaked it with hot water, and wiped his face slowly. Every move he made was done calmly and calmly. His Qi-nurturing skills immediately put other Confucian scholars to shame.

"Prince Ding's palace has summoned the teacher. The prince has reached the age of enlightenment. With the reputation of the teacher's literary talents, who should you replace him with the position of Taifu?"

Although Wu Fei only used Confucian scholars for their talents, other Confucian scholars also had the desire to succeed and become famous. Seeing that the road to becoming a king was not working, it was reasonable to follow the path of the prince and bet on the future.

"Be careful!"

After hearing this, Huang Zong's expression changed: "The prince is not yet the prince, so where does he start with the title of tutor?"

All the Confucian scholars looked at each other, and could only answer with a dry smile: "The prince is a prince, and the prince's teacher. It is barely enough to call him Tai Tu..."

In fact, of course they knew the difference, but the prince's status at this time was even more important than the emperor in the palace, so it was inevitable for him to speak smoothly.

When Huang Zong saw this, he sighed deeply in his heart. He knew that Wu Pheasant's orthodox position was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in Dingzhou, and Buchen's idea was almost universally known.

It's just that everyone knows it, but there is peace, and there are even many people who are happy and encouraging. Even the Confucian scholars unknowingly accept it and treat the other party's son as orthodox. The impact is terrible and terrifying, and it is thought-provoking. I shuddered.

"It's getting late, and people are already waiting in the palace. Please ask the teacher to get in the carriage!"

Several Confucian scholars bowed again and said.

"Um!"

Huang Zong nodded and came outside the academy. Sure enough, he saw a carriage parked with two horses. Although it was not very gorgeous on the outside, it was very comfortable on the inside. You could hardly feel the bumps when walking.

"Grandmaster Huang, please be polite. I am Wang He, an official in Prince Ding's Mansion. This is your access badge. Please keep it!"

On the carriage, a young man wearing a soap robe with a calm expression smiled and saluted, and handed over a lunch box: "Sir, you got up early, haven't you eaten yet? Please use some!"

"Thank you!"

Huang Zong opened it and saw that most of it was steamed buns and snacks. There was absolutely no soup or spillage. He picked up a piece of white rabbit cake and ate it. He thought it was very sweet. The other side dishes were mainly light and obviously very delicious. Take care of your own taste.

"This is made by a few northern chefs in the palace's kitchen. I hope it will suit the old gentleman's taste!"

Wang He explained with a smile.

"Have you read the book?"

Huang Zong chatted with him for a few words and felt that Wang He was knowledgeable and not like a vulgar person, so he couldn't help but ask.

"In the three years of Hanchuang, I was lucky enough to pass the examination. But compared to the same period, I can't shine like a firefly. How can I dare to compete with the sun and the moon? I am satisfied to be able to handle chores in the palace!"

Nowadays, officials can be promoted and have official status when they reach their age or make great achievements.

Especially after the system gradually improves, all officials, except for special cases, have to go to the grassroots level, so no one is ashamed.

Especially for minor officials in the palace, who can get close to the center of power. If they are lucky enough to be appreciated by nobles, it will be easy for them to rise to prominence in the future.

Wang He said that he was the light of the firefly, which was actually very modest.

'I heard that the scale of Wuzhen's examinations has been expanding year after year. Now it seems that even the low-ranking officials have such a standard. It is really terrifying...'

Huang Zong knew autumn when he saw a leaf, and he immediately felt a deep sense of awe in his heart.

The most important thing for a regime is execution, and the element of execution lies in an elite bureaucratic group.

In the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, when the politics were clear and clear, the above orders and metaphors could be truly implemented, and the world would naturally be at peace. However, in troubled times, all kinds of corruption occurred frequently, and during natural disasters, even if the court intended to provide disaster relief, the corrupt bureaucrats would change hands at all levels. After withholding, most of the money that can reach the victims may not be saved. This is a sign of the end of the dynasty.

But now, with such a group of high-quality officials serving as grassroots administration, it is completely possible to at least pass down government orders smoothly, among other things.

This can mobilize the power of the entire system during wartime, and everyone can work together as one, and they will naturally be invincible.

Naturally, Wang He didn't know that Huang Zong had seen so many things from his own little official. After walking for a while, the carriage slowly stopped and arrived in front of Prince Ding's Mansion.

This palace is just a remodel of the original state shepherd's palace. It strives to be frugal. It doesn't look very luxurious from the outside, but it has a majestic and solemn atmosphere.

Especially around the palace, there are elite soldiers patrolling at all times. They have complete armor and bright swords and arrows. They are obviously first-rate elites, heroes in the army who can kill wolves and tigers.

After Huang Zong got out of the car, he felt several eyes scrutinizing him in the dark, making his whole body tremble.

"Waist card!"

A team of guards came forward and carefully checked the two people's access tokens before letting them go.

The token in Huang Zong's hand was also taken back. It was obviously just a one-time thing, which made him feel a little regretful and made him feel even more awe-inspiring.

"Old sir, please wait in the side hall for now!"

Wang He led Huang Zong to a side hall. Immediately, a maid with a sweet smile and a friendly maid brought the tea cup. The tea inside was like jasper, with a unique fragrance. Just smelling it made people feel relaxed and happy.

Even Huang Zong couldn't help but cheer up after taking a sip: "Good tea!"

He is also a person who pays attention to food and food, and he is also a literary master. He has the style of an aristocratic family in every application, but this kind of fragrant tea has never been heard of or seen.

"If the guest likes it, please allow me to go and report to the master, and take two pounds with you when you leave!"

When the maid saw this, she pursed her lips and smiled, and the laughter like silver bells resounded in the small hall.

"Oh? Thank you very much..."

Huang Zong raised his head slightly and saw that this slave was fifteen or sixteen years old. She had two buns on her head and a bright red beauty mark between her eyebrows. She had two small dimples when she smiled, and her face looked childish. She was actually a little bit charming, knowing that this girl had the appearance of being charming inside. If she were left outside, she might become the forbidden wife of the head of some aristocratic family, but in the palace, she was just a slave to be welcomed and sent away.

Fortunately, he was well-educated, but he was slightly surprised in his heart. The expression on his face remained unchanged. He quickly took another sip of tea, and felt an ice line coming down from his throat. After entering his abdomen, a warm feeling gradually emerged. , reaching all the limbs and bones, the whole body is so comfortable and beautiful that it is indescribable, and I can't help but be surprised again.

'This tea seems to be full of spiritual energy... Even among immortals, it is difficult to enjoy it all the time. I don't think that in the palace of the human world, among the riches, there are such immortal treasures...'

Huang Zong only had to wait for two hours to taste the tea.

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

This voice was clear and clear, like ice and jade clashing. Naturally, it was not a woman, but came from the mouth of a young man.

Huang Zong looked up and saw a young man in Ge robe walking in casually, with a leisurely and indifferent expression, as if nothing in this world could move him. He seemed to be less than twenty years old, but he had a pair of eyes. As gentle as jade, it is filled with a kind of wisdom that has seen all kinds of things in the world and the world of mortals.

He has met countless people in his life, but no one has ever given him the same feeling.

"Exactly, are you in front of Mr. Wu?"

Huang Zong saluted quickly.

He was also a wise man, so he naturally knew that besides Prince Ding, the only one who could be so calm in the palace, strolling around as if in his own backyard, was the rumored husband of Prince Ding.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that his student only said that there was a summons from the palace, and Wang He only said that an adult wanted to see him, but did not explicitly say that it was King Ding himself.

Now it seemed that Mr. Wu was the one who wanted to see him this time.

"I've met Mr. Wu!"

After seeing Wu Ming nodding in recognition, Huang Zong quickly saluted again.

To be honest, since Wu Fei became famous all over the world, the princes and various forces have not relaxed their investigation of her for a moment, and Wu Ming, as her husband, is naturally not immune.

It's just that he usually sees the beginning but not the end of the dragon. Most of the spies can find out only a series of stupid things done by the previous playboy, which puzzled many princes.

But Huang Zong knew very well that the young man in front of him was by no means an ordinary mortal.

Otherwise, how could he, with his dignity as King Ding, commit himself to marrying, and even take Princess Duanrui as his concubine! ?

"Huang Zong, you are a great scholar, so I don't need to ask you about academic matters!"

Wu Ming smiled slightly: "The reason why I called you here this time is indeed for my son to choose a mentor. I have a question, can you answer it?"

In his eyes, Huang Zong's cultivation level was pretty good. At least the great Confucian body had been completed, and his reputation as a great Confucian was not false.

But if you don't agree with your ideals, you still can't choose, otherwise you'll spoil your son, and that's really unreasonable.

"Young master, please ask a question!"

Huang Zong straightened his clothes and said solemnly.

"My family has its own system. It is originally based on the Tao of Overlord and has impurities. Can it be purely based on Confucianism and Legalism?"

Wu Ming asked leisurely.

"this……"

Huang Zong immediately fell into hesitation. In fact, it is not difficult to answer, it is just a choice of attitude and path.

Obviously, the other party will definitely not accept any idea that only respects Confucianism. Now I want to ask him whether he still insists on this.

For a great Confucian of his level, every word and deed is directed at his true heart, and if he lies or something like that, he will not be able to pass his own test in the first place.

"Don't worry, old man. If you can't figure it out, you can go back and think about it slowly. When you have figured out the answer, you can tell me again!"

Wu Ming waved his hand, and two maids immediately came forward and greeted the guests in a soft voice.

Seeing this, Huang Zong sighed leisurely, knowing that King Ding would definitely not let him become the prince's teacher alone, as this would be too easy to influence.

At this time I could only stand up and say goodbye.

But Wu Ming looked at his back and remained silent.

With his magical power of fortune-telling and ability to identify people, he called Huang Zong over this time just to take a look.

At this glance, is it hiding evil intentions, or is it just for reason? What is the mastermind behind it? He has contacts with those ministers, and there is almost no way to escape from the fate.