The Qingyi Hanlin present was slightly stunned.

However, these people are all stubborn, and when they see this scene, they immediately start recording it.

It is impossible for Xu Guangming to step forward to stop him.

When writing in history, all the brush and ink suddenly become extremely heavy, turning into a long scroll of history. Metal and stone cannot be torn apart, and water and fire cannot be destroyed.

This is a method of historians, and all records will be retained in special ways and will eventually be passed down to future generations.

"No! That's not the case. I forgot that he is a disciple of the Saint Wen!"

Xu Guangming stood up and panickedly prepared to step forward, trying to steal the history books.

As the Minister of Rites, he actually made a mistake in etiquette and law!

Even this mistake was too obvious, and even the Xu family could not protect him.

Xu Guangming was a genuine Jinshi and had a background in Confucianism, but if he dared to be disrespectful to the literary sage, he would inevitably be rejected by Confucianism.

At that time, his cultivation will also be affected and he will plummet.

"Mr. Xu, please respect yourself!" Several young Hanlins stood up and glared at them.

The roots and bones of the historians are undoubtedly reflected here.

Not to mention him, Xu Guangming, even if the emperor comes, they will never be able to rewrite their history books.

Xu Guangming's face was pale and said, "I just asked Lu Yu to kneel down and worship, not for Wen Sheng. Please check it out."

A green-style Hanlin snorted coldly: "Lu Yu is a disciple of Yi Sheng, and everyone knows it all. Don't mention you, the Minister of Rites, even the emperor would not let Lu Yu kneel down. Could it be that I killed someone on the street? I still want to say

Did I do it without intention? We historians have said everything based on facts. Today's seeing is true, which is enough to record it!"

Although these Qingyi Hanlins have low cultivation, they cannot move any of them.

Xu Guangming was very clear. If he dared to use strength against a Qingyi Hanlin now, he would have finished it completely, and the Confucian Sect would not bypass him.

"It's all your fault!" Xu Guangming turned his head and glared at Lu Yu.

Even Wang Zhen's face was quite ugly.

Wang Zhen is an eunuch, and he doesn't care about how he is in history books. But before he could give Lu Yu a warning, he was put on a trick, which made him very embarrassed.

"You are taking it upon yourself."

Lu Yu looked around coldly: "Is there anyone else asking me to kneel down and salute?"

There was a silence around. Some people were originally going to question Lu Yu, but now they were affected and became timid.

Lu Yu said: "As a disciple of the saint of literature, I am on an equal footing with all the ministers and bring me a chair."

"Go and get him a chair." Wang Zhen said in a deep voice.

He didn't want Lu Yu to find their mistakes in this, but instead threatened them.

Letting the historian come over was originally a method of targeting Lu Yu, but unexpectedly, it has become a double-edged sword, used to backfire others present.

Several servants carried chairs and rushed over and sent them behind Lu Yu.

Lu Yu sat upright on the chair, sitting in the center, as if he was the host of the banquet.

Wang Zhen's face looked a little ugly again. Lu Yu's move turned against him completely helpless.

"Did you call me here just to let me enjoy the scenery?" Lu Yu looked at the green mountains and waters in the distance and sighed.

This posture obviously did not take the people present seriously.

"Lu Yu, I am Yang Shen, the left deputy chief censor. I have a few things I want to ask you for advice." An old man with gray hair stood up and said.

Lu Yu nodded: "Please speak."
Chapter completed!