The exchange between the Mirror Master of the Xuanjing Division and His Majesty the Emperor soon spread in the imperial capital. After all, there is no privacy in the imperial city and nothing can be hidden. If there is any disturbance, all parties will already know it.

As early as when Emperor Shenwu wanted to recruit talented people and choose the Imperial Preceptor, many forces had already regarded the position of Imperial Preceptor as their own. The transfer of the Imperial Guards of the Xuanjing Division could not be hidden from them, and they even knew about it before the imperial court.

Those practitioners were cursed and killed.

Everyone thought that this incident was going to cause a commotion in the imperial capital. After all, so many practitioners had died, and it was still at the juncture of selecting a national preceptor. It was related to the face of the imperial court and the subsequent development of events, so they could not help but ignore it.

But I didn't expect that the final result would surprise many people. I didn't expect that His Majesty handled it lightly and didn't comment, as if this matter was just a trivial matter and not something to worry about.

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This matter also quickly fermented in Zhuque Street. The imperial court ignored the matter, which made these practitioners become unscrupulous. In addition, there were many old enemies in daily life.

As a result, Suzaku Street quickly became a battlefield, and there were countless killings and treasure grabbing, all for the sake of the position of national master.

Whoever survives to the end will be able to become a national advisor, which is also what the emperor tacitly agrees to.

The matter got worse and worse, and finally the court had to intervene, calm the turmoil, and set rules.

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Qinglong Avenue, Prince's Mansion.

Behind the prince's residence is a large garden with deep courtyards and corridors that twist left and right, interspersed and connected. At the corners, there are small new pavilions, exquisite rocks, lush pines and cypresses, or green ponds.

Beside the pond, a middle-aged man wears a Yishan crown, a yellow python robe, a jade belt, and thick-soled soap boots. He has a handsome face and a moderate figure. But if he looks carefully, there is often a haze in his eyes, and there is always a hint of lingering between his eyebrows.

The gloomy look that won’t go away.

He was the prince of Da Zhou. At this time, he was sitting in the corridor, watching the fish swimming in the pond. The snowflakes flying outside carried the sparkling cold air and blew towards his face.

But the prince sitting in the pavilion did not feel the coldness at all. The fish in the pond were extremely active, swaying and blowing bubbles from time to time, contrary to their winter slumber.

In fact, this is indeed the case. The entire Prince's Mansion is shrouded in formations. The four seasons are like spring, the climate is suitable, and it is blended with the outside world but separated.

"Spell? It's interesting. I didn't expect that my father actually chose to sit on the sidelines and ignore it this time." As he said this, he also threw out the fish food in his hand.

"Gululu~"

The fish in the pond did not wait for the food to fall into the water, and jumped out of the water to grab the fish food. The huge fish eyes were full of energy, and the scales on its body exuded a different kind of brilliance.

"Your Majesty neither inspected those cultivators, nor did he cause trouble in the imperial capital. His meaning has been very clear. Only those who survive to the end are worthy of being called the Imperial Advisor of the Great Zhou Dynasty and can bear the heavy responsibility of the Imperial Advisor." Beside him, there was a person.

The white-faced scholar wearing a blue robe spoke.

When the prince heard this, a smile appeared on his face. The crow's feet at the corners of his eyes were clearly visible, and a hint of graying could be seen under his long black hair.

"Raising Gu? It seems that the fun is about to begin." He scattered all the fish food in his hand and looked at the fish's greedy fighting posture. He stood up and looked in the direction of the palace with a bitter smile on his lips.

Son, he is so similar to the old emperor.

The white-faced scholar listened to His Highness the Crown Prince's deep voice and persuaded, "Your Highness, since Your Majesty will not interfere in the competition for the Imperial Preceptor, there is much to be done in this matter. With the position of Imperial Preceptor, you can enjoy the fortune of the dynasty. Your Highness can compete with those few

Let’s talk about the domestic power, it doesn’t necessarily mean that our people will be in power.”

"What did you say? I finally had the opportunity to arrange it, but you let me hand it over to someone else?" The prince frowned slightly, looking a little surprised.

The white-faced scholar's expression remained unchanged as he continued, "Your Majesty is now in the prime of life. Why should you rush for a while? Maybe this is another test by Your Majesty. The position of a national teacher is just the icing on the cake for us. Instead of fighting with all forces

Instead of competing and paying benefits, it is better to use this position as a bargaining chip in exchange for their support. In this way, His Highness will be able to sit outside the chess game, have more than enough room to advance and retreat, and can also increase his strength. Why not?"

"Test?"

In an instant, the prince clenched his fists, his joints turned white, and his voice was low but hysterical, "How can there be a prince who has been sixty years old? After so many years, he has tried so many times, and I, the prince, only have a title. He

Still want to test?"

After the words fell, the white-faced scholar changed his color instantly, quickly approached the prince, glanced around, and whispered, "Your Highness, be careful what you say, be careful that walls have ears!"

"I made a mistake for a moment, I hope you don't blame me." Hearing this, the prince suddenly woke up and his eyes regained their clarity, "According to your words, we will not fight for the position of national master, just wait and see what happens. I don't believe it.

I can't survive him!" At the end of the sentence, his words were full of gritted teeth.

Seeing the prince's slightly crazy look, the white-faced scholar couldn't help but frown. As the prince's think tank, he was supposed to make suggestions for the prince. However, the current situation is unprecedented and has never happened before in the history of Qing Dynasty.

The current Emperor Shenwu, who has been in power for sixty years and has purged Yu Nei, is the master of the resurgence of the Great Zhou Dynasty. It can be predicted that after he controls Long Bintian, this majesty will leave a heavy mark in the history books.

However, the bad thing is that His Majesty lived too long. Sixty years was enough to turn a wise and mighty emperor into a gray-haired old man.

As people age, they become more afraid of death, especially the emperor, who wakes up to hold the power of the world and lies drunk in the lap of a beautiful woman. His supreme power makes him have the idea of ​​immortality.

Thus, there was this prince who had been in office for sixty years. There was an old emperor sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, motionless in all directions, and there were many young princes eyeing him, so it was difficult for him to do anything.

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At the same time, secretly, the news spread quickly, and various forces took action upon hearing the news and contacted experts from various factions to compete for the position of national master.

In another mansion, a middle-aged man wearing a python robe, looking in the direction of the imperial city, smiled softly, and did not care about his subordinates' persuasion, "It doesn't matter, the Imperial Master will let my good brother fight for it."

Well, after so many years, he must not be able to wait any longer."

He is His Highness the Second Prince, who is ten years younger than the Crown Prince and is in the prime of life. Perhaps because this is a world of immortals and heroes, with countless talents and treasures, so whether it is the sixty-year-old Crown Prince or the fifty-year-old Second Prince,

The princes all look like middle-aged men.

Even the old emperor, if you ignore his pale hair, looks like a young man.

Over the years, with the prince standing in front of him, he quietly made a fortune, and many civil servants and military generals gathered around him to compete with the prince in the court. Of course, this was the old emperor's deliberate indulgence.

This battle for national advisors is said to be very important. Since the founding of the Zhou Dynasty, many masters and hermits have served as state advisors and enjoyed the fortune of the court.

But this time, in order to attract practitioners, many rewards were given out, and even the old monsters could not sit still. Therefore, this time the battle between national teachers was very cruel, and the waves were turbulent, far worse than before.

Of course, this has nothing to do with princes like them. What they care about is the supreme imperial power, and the mere position of national master is nothing.
Chapter completed!