Chapter 755

When Huang Zong got up early in the morning, several Confucian students came up to greet him. His face was full of joy: "teacher, great joy!"

"Oh? Where does joy come from? "

Huang Zong took a towel and wiped his face slowly with hot water. His every move was leisurely, which made other Confucian scholars feel inferior.

"King Ding's mansion has an order to summon the teacher. My son has reached the age of enlightenment. With the teacher's literary talent and reputation, who would you like to be as a Taifu?"

Although Wu Chih used Confucian scholars for their talents, other Confucian scholars also had a desire for success and fame. It was reasonable to see that the road to King Ding was not going to work. It was also reasonable for Wu Chih to take the road to Shizi and bet on the future.

"Be careful!"

After hearing this, Huang Zong's face changed: "the son of heaven is not the prince. What's the beginning of Taifu's name?"

All the Confucians looked at each other, and then they could only reply with a dry smile: "the son of the world is the prince, the prince's teacher, and it's just possible to say Taifu..."

In fact, of course, they knew the difference, but the position of Shizi at this time was even more important than that of the emperor in the Imperial Palace, and it was inevitable for him to speak fluently for a while.

Seeing this, Huang Zong sighed in his heart. He knew that Wu pheasant's orthodox position was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in Dingzhou, and the idea of not being a minister was almost well known.

It's just that everyone knows it, but it's peaceful. Even the Confucians unconsciously accept it and regard each other's son as orthodox. The influence is terrifying and chilling.

"It's late. Someone has been waiting in the palace. Please get on the coach!"

Several Confucians bowed again and said.

"Well!"

Huang Zong nodded and went outside the Academy. Sure enough, he stopped a carriage and drove with two horses. Although it was not very gorgeous outside, it was very comfortable inside, and he could hardly feel the bumps when walking.

"Master Huang is polite. I'm Wang He, an official of King Ding's mansion. Here's your waist tag. Please keep it

In the carriage, a calm young man in a soap robe saluted with a smile, and handed over a lunch box: "Sir, get up early, haven't you eaten yet? Please use some more! "

"Thank you very much."

Huang Zong opened it and saw that it was mostly steamed bread and snacks. There was no soup in it. He picked up a piece of white rabbit cake and ate it. He thought it was very sweet. The other dishes were mainly light, obviously taking care of his own taste.

"It's made by some northern cooks in the kitchen of the palace. I hope it's also to the taste of the old man!"

Wang he explained with a smile.

"Have you read a book?"

Huang Zong talked with him for a few words. He only felt that Wang he was knowledgeable and didn't look like a vulgar man. He couldn't help asking.

"In the past three years, I had a chance to pass the exam. However, compared with the same period, I can't stand the light of fireflies. How dare I compete with the sun and the moon? I'm satisfied to be able to handle the chores in the palace! "

Today's officials can be promoted and have official status when they have reached a certain number of years or made great achievements.

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

In particular, the petty officials of the royal family can get close to the center of power. If they are lucky enough to be appreciated by the noble people, they will be able to make a smooth progress in the future.

Wang he said he was a firefly, but he was very modest.

"I've heard that the scale of Wuzhen examination has expanded year after year. Now it seems that even petty officials who fight for food have such a standard. It's really terrible..."

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

The most important thing of a regime is its executive power, and the key element of executive power lies in an elite bureaucracy.

In the early days of the founding of the people's Republic of China, politics was clean and bright, and the above decrees could be carried out. Naturally, the whole world was peaceful. But in troubled times, all kinds of corruption occurred frequently, and natural disasters occurred. Even if the imperial court intended to relieve the disaster, after the decadent bureaucrats changed hands, there would be no one who could reach the victims. This is the sign of the end of the dynasty.

Now, with such a large number of high-quality officials serving as grassroots administrators, it is entirely possible to do anything else, at least to make the administrative orders clear.

In wartime, we can mobilize the strength of the whole system and work as one, which will naturally be invincible.

Of course, Wang he didn't know that Huang Zong had seen so many things from his own little official. After a while, the carriage slowly stopped and came to King Ding's mansion.

The palace is only a reconstruction of the original state pastoral government, striving to be thrifty. It doesn't look luxurious from the appearance, but it has a dignified atmosphere.

Especially around the palace, there are elite soldiers patrolling all the time, with complete armor and bright swords and arrows. Obviously, they are all elite soldiers who can kill wolves and tigers.

When Huang Zong got out of the car, he felt that he was looking at it secretly, which made him shiver all over.

"Waist tag!"

A guard's team is coming forward, carefully checking the two people's access token, this is released.

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

"Please wait in the side hall for a while!"

Wang He leads Huang Zong to a side hall. Immediately, a smiling maid brings a cup of tea. The tea inside is like Jasper. It's fragrant and refreshing.

Even if Huang Zong, after a little sip, also can not help spirit: "good tea!"

He is also a man who pays attention to food and fine taste. He is also a great master of literature. He has a noble family style in his application. However, he has never heard of such fragrant tea.

"If the guests like it, let the maidservant go to tell the principal, and take two catties when you leave!"

When the maid saw this, she pursed her lips with a smile, and the silver bell like laughter rang through the small hall.

"Oh? Thank you very much... "

Huang Zong Lue looked up slightly, and saw that the maid was 15 or 16 years old, with two maids on her head, a bright red mole on her eyebrow, and two dimples in her smile. Her childish face was a bit flattering. He knew that she was flattering inside. If she was put outside, she might become the forbidden girl of some aristocratic family. But in the palace, she was very beautiful, But it's just a servant's choice.

Fortunately, he had a lot of self-restraint, but he was a little surprised. His face didn't change, and he took a sip of tea. He felt that a stream of ice thread came down from his throat, but after entering his abdomen, it gradually gave birth to a warm air, reaching all over the body. It was hard to say that he was happy and beautiful. He was surprised again.

"This tea seems to have aura... Even in the immortal family, it's hard to enjoy it all the time. I don't want to think that there are such immortal treasures in the world's palace and wealth..."

But Huang Zong had been waiting for two hours when he tasted tea.

Until after changing the fifth pot of tea, a clear voice came: "are you Huang Zong?"

This voice is clear and clear, like ice and jade fighting. Naturally, it is not a woman, but a young man.

Huang Zong raised his eyes and saw a young man in Ge Pao come in at will. He looked as if nothing in the world could move him. He seemed to be less than 20 years old, but his eyes were as warm as jade, full of wisdom after reading all the world.

He saw countless people in his life, but no one could give him the same feeling.

"Yes, sir. Is Mr. Wu in front of you?"

Huang Zong immediately saluted.

He is also a wise man. Naturally, he knows that the only one who can walk in the palace as leisurely as his own backyard is his husband.

At this time, it suddenly occurred to him that his students only said that there was a call in the palace, and Wang he only said that an adult wanted to see him, but did not say that it was Ding Wang himself.

Now it seems that this young master Wu is the one who wants to see him.

"I've met Mr. Wu!"

After seeing Wu Ming nodding and admitting, Huang Zong immediately saluted again.

To tell you the truth, since Wu pheasant became famous all over the world, the princes and various forces have never relaxed their investigation on her, and Wu Ming, as her husband, was not spared.

However, he is always so good that most spies can only find out a series of confused things done by the previous dandy, which puzzled many princes.

But Huang Zong was quite clear that the young man in front of him was not an ordinary man.

Otherwise, with the respect of King Ding, how could he commit himself to marry down and even take Princess duanrui as his concubine!?

"Huang Zong, you're a great scholar. I don't have to ask you anything about learning!"

Wu Ming said with a smile: "this time I call you here, it's really for my son to choose a Mongolian teacher. I have a question. Can you answer it?"

In his eyes, Huang Zong's cultivation is not bad, at least the Confucian noble body has been completed, the name of great Confucian is not false.

But if the idea is not right, you still can't choose. Otherwise, if you bring your son down, it's really unreasonable.

"Please ask me questions!"

Huang Zong straightened his clothes and said solemnly.

"My family has its own system, which is based on hegemonism. Can we use Confucianism and Legalism?"

Wu Ming asked leisurely.

"This..."

Huang Zong fell into hesitation, which is not difficult to answer, but the choice of attitude and road.

Obviously, the other party will not accept the idea of respecting Confucianism alone. Now I want to ask him if he still wants to insist on it.

When he was a great scholar of cultivation, his words and deeds were all directed at his heart and lied. First of all, he couldn't even pass his own level.

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

Wu Ming waved his hand, and the two maids came forward to see the guests off in a soft voice.

Seeing this, Huang Zong sighed leisurely. He knew that King Ding would not let himself become a teacher of Shizi, which was too easy to affect.

At this time can only get up to leave.

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

This time, Huang Zong was called here just to have a look.

At this glance, is it harbouring evil intentions or pure reason? What's behind it? They have contacts with those ministers, and there is almost no escape in their fate.