The golden light beam slowly disappeared with the voice of the first saint.
A stream of cyan light slowly fell down wrapped in "Jianjin Wine".
Emperor Yongtai withdrew his gaze and said in a deep voice: "Daqing has been suffering from many disadvantages for many years. This is not the best opportunity."
"Your Majesty has a keen eye."
Yuan Jiufeng nodded, "But this is also the last chance."
"at last?"
There was a hint of inquiry in the emperor's voice.
"The evil spirit has revived and is not far away."
The two fell into silence.
After a long time, Emperor Yongtai spoke again: "What does Xuandao want?"
"His Majesty."
Yuan Jiufeng shook his head and said: "From ancient times to the present, Xuan Dao has been self-sufficient. If you really want something, then only the human race will prosper forever."
"No matter whose hands the country is in, right?"
Emperor Yongtai asked, and then asked and answered himself: "So, whether Daqing is at its peak or in decline, you are not involved. After all, this is only an internal problem of the human race."
Yuan Jiufeng remained silent.
"Tell me about it."
Emperor Yongtai sighed softly, "What should we do?"
"Your Majesty only needs to make the best use of the situation, and he will do everything by himself. Interfering rashly will only create complications."
"Is that the young man named Su Ping?"
By this time, someone had already reported everything that happened in the Duke's Mansion in detail.
Even Zhao's letter to Shen Tiannan was copied and sent to the emperor.
"Maybe, maybe not."
Yuan Jiufeng said, with a trace of doubt appearing in his heart, "But no matter what, someone will definitely complete all of this."
"This matter affects the whole body. If you are not careful, the country will be ruined."
Emperor Yongtai's voice deepened, "You are still ambiguous with me?"
"The three sects of Xuan Dao have a total of 2,167 disciples."
Yuan Jiufeng put one palm up in front of his chest, leaning his upper body slightly forward, "I am willing to die for Your Majesty."
Emperor Yongtai stared closely at Yuan Jiufeng's face, and suddenly said after a while: "Red!"
"I'm here."
In the shadow of the main hall behind Emperor Yongtai, a human figure walked out a few steps with his waist hunched over, and his voice was sharp and high-pitched.
"Go to the Duke's Mansion and deliver my oral instructions..."
The other side.
Wen Daoyuan looked up at the sky and exclaimed: "He has indeed been gifted with talent."
"Isn't it just a talent?"
Yin Dongqiu didn't take it seriously, "As long as Mr. Su succeeds in the exam, he will also get it."
"I've been in the Imperial College for so long, and I don't even know this."
Wen Daoyuan glanced at him disdainfully and said: "There are so many supervisors who are obviously well-educated, why don't they take part in the imperial examination?"
"Uh, why?"
Yin Dongqiu was stunned and realized that this was really the case.
"Normally speaking, there are three types of talent: self-generated talent, fame-based talent, and externally-given talent."
Wen Daoyuan looked up at the ball of green light and explained: "The best is self-generated talent, the second best is talent through fame, and the last is talent given from outside. However, how far Confucianism and Taoism can go, the first talent is crucial."
Self-generated talent is the most consistent with oneself, and using it as the foundation of Confucianism and Taoism is the best choice.
Fame and talent contaminate the luck of the dynasty, and will be affected by the dynasty to some extent.
And the talent given by others is even more so.
"No wonder those people are so obsessed with studying."
Yin Dongqiu nodded thoughtfully, then frowned: "That's not right, then isn't this blessing a gift of talent from outside?"
"Can the gift given by the Yuan Sage be the same as the gift given by the Great Confucian?"
Wen Daoyuan looked at Yin Dongqiu with contempt.
All I have to say is whether you are stupid.
"Uh... yes."
Yin Dongqiu stopped talking and looked up at the sky.
But at this moment, the clouds that were quickly dispersing suddenly stopped.
After a few breaths, two more streams of light suddenly appeared, instantly catching up with the first copy of "The Wine Will Be Entering" that had fallen to the Duke's Mansion.
"I'll go, three holy gifts of talent?"
Yin Dongqiu opened his mouth wide.
Wen Daoyuan stared at the three streams of light spiraling down until they disappeared above Su Ping's head.
One is green, one is red, and one is purple.
Cyan is indeed a divine gift of talent.
But the red and purple...
Wen Daoyuan calmly glanced at Yin Dongqiu who was reaching out to pick up the poem manuscript, as well as everyone else who had their eyes closed and had not yet awakened from their thoughts.
Fortunately, no one else saw this scene except myself.
"Tsk tsk, I have to say, Su Ping's handwriting is really good."
Yin Dongqiu took the poem manuscript and looked over it over and over.
"If you want to take the imperial examination, of course you can't be bad at writing...wait a minute!"
Wen Daoyuan glanced at it twice and suddenly felt that this word was very familiar.
It's like I've seen it somewhere.
Suddenly, Wen Daoyuan remembered something.
The original manuscript of "The Young Master Enters the Marriage Volume 2".
Although he didn't bring it with him, he had already read the manuscript countless times and remembered the handwriting clearly.
I was so immersed in poetry and visions before that I didn't think about it at all.
Now take a closer look.
Isn't Su Ping's handwriting exactly the same as that of Su Zhizhi?
"It turns out...he is Su Zhizhi."
Wen Daoyuan looked a little dull.
Originally, when he thought about it, this Su Zhizi must be a man who had gone through many vicissitudes of life, otherwise he would not be able to control people's hearts so thoroughly.
Every word touches people's hearts, and he is well versed in business management.
At least he must be in his fifties.
What happened, sixteen years old?
And the key is, this Su Zhizhi is the Su Ping who has been hanging around under his nose for so long!
Photographic memory, eternal poems, new scripts...
Wen Daoyuan felt that he already had a high regard for Su Ping. He had always regarded Su Ping as a natural Confucian and Taoist child.
The future achievements will definitely not be low.
Now it seems.
This Su Ping is an all-rounder in Confucianism and Taoism!
Wen Daoyuan's heartbeat couldn't help but begin to accelerate.
His life is almost over, and it is almost impossible for the Half-Saint to move forward.
And the reputation, with this poem, is enough to be passed down to future generations.
After much calculation, it seems that now I just need a successor...
At this thought, Wen Daoyuan looked at Su Ping with hot eyes.
"What's wrong? Is Su Ping going to die?"
Yin Dongqiu stepped forward and rolled Su Ping's eyelids.
"……not dead."
Wen Daoyuan rolled his eyes and handed Su Ping to Yin Dongqiu, "Yuan Sheng's voice is nourishing his consciousness. As for why he hasn't woken up yet, I don't know. I can only see some faint changes in his body. Can you see if you can
See something."
"Variety?"
Yin Dongqiu was a little curious. He supported Su Ping with one hand and placed his other hand on Su Ping's pulse.
At this time, a group of dignitaries finally woke up one after another.
After learning that Su Ping was fine, they all breathed a sigh of relief and started chatting.
"It's a worthwhile trip."
The Ninth Prince was full of energy, even his eyes were brighter than before, "This realization is at least worth my several years of work!"
"It's a pity that I just watched and gained limited insights. Otherwise, the realm of Confucianism and Taoism may not be able to reach a higher level." Prince Jun's expression was still full of meaning.
"Your Highness is really greedy."
Rongyang Hou was in a good mood and said with a smile: "The reason why we can realize this from the sidelines is because we are in the Duke's Mansion. You must know that only a few dozen people like us in the entire Zhongzhou have benefited."
"That's true."
Prince Jun nodded, "Speaking of which, I have to thank the Duke's Mansion. If it hadn't been for this wedding banquet, we would have been like everyone else and could only look envious."
"Brother, what you said is wrong."
The Ninth Prince spoke out and turned to look at the unconscious Su Ping: "The one we want to thank is not the Duke's Mansion."
As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions suddenly became strange.
Today is the wedding banquet at the Duke's Mansion.
But the problem is...
Does a person with Su Ping's ability still need to get married?
After today, as long as Su Ping keeps talking, there will probably be many people in Yangjing rushing to give their daughters to Su Ping as concubines.
Moreover, we all know that poetry is difficult to write. Why is it so difficult to write?
Besides inspiration, the most important thing is state of mind.
Only when the state of mind is reached, that touch of inspiration will be captured and expressed in poetry.
In other words, people cannot compose poetry that does not match their mood.
So, Su Ping, who wrote "I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent"...
How could he be as bad as the rumors say?
For a moment, everyone had the answer in their minds.
By chance, Mrs. Zhou walked out of the main hall with lotus steps.
Also forced into marriage...
is it possible?
"My lords."
Mrs. Zhou took a step forward, waited for everyone to look over, and bowed dignifiedly: "Thank you all for coming to my humble residence to attend my daughter's wedding banquet. I would like to thank you on behalf of my family. If there is anything wrong with the reception, please forgive me."
Although Zhou's speech and movements were very graceful and elegant, the expressions on most people's faces were not very good-looking.
Before Su Ping wrote his poem, these people all criticized Su Ping verbally.
Then in the blink of an eye, poems from ancient times appeared, and visions filled the sky.
Until now, everyone still feels a little burning on their faces.
Whose does this belong to?
It must be the Duke's Mansion.
Su Ping's reputation is so bad, who else but the people from the Duke Dingguo's mansion could be behind it?
"It's not a bad reception, Haihan really wants to treat Haihan."
Someone in the crowd mocked.
These words immediately opened up a vent, and one after another began to express their dissatisfaction.
"I am not happy to enjoy this banquet at Duke Dingguo's residence, so I will take my leave now."
"It seems that if you hear something like this in the future, you have to first think about whether it is true or false."
"I'm so old that I almost lost my life at the end of the festival."
"..."
They are all scholars. Even if they have a good temper, there are benefits. That is called being able to bend and stretch.
But now, not only did the benefits come from Su Ping, but they were also manipulated by the Duke's government.
I'm sorry, so what if you are the Duke of Dingguo? You have nothing to do with me, so don't blame me for making noises.
"Wait a minute."
Mrs. Zhou looked puzzled and asked: "But is there anything in the house that is not done well enough to neglect you sirs?"
Among them, the Minister of the Ministry of Industry had the most explosive temper. He squeezed out of the crowd and asked Mr. Zhou: "Recently, there has been a rumor in the city that Su Ping is uneducated and has poor conduct. What is the explanation for this?"
In the past, he was the one who scolded Su Ping the most, and he was the one who was slapped in the face the most.
If he wasn't really angry, he would have covered his face and left by now.
"Is there such a strange thing?"
Zhou looked surprised, and after thinking for a moment, he suddenly realized: "I guess it's because Su Ping came from a humble background, and it was inevitable that he would feel uncomfortable when he first arrived in Yangjing, so he caused a lot of misunderstandings, right?"
"So, don't you think Su Ping's conduct is poor?"
The Minister of Industry raised his eyebrows and said: "Then why did he take the initiative to ask to join the Duke's mansion?"
"Ask for it?"
Zhou was stunned and asked, "Where should we start talking about this matter?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent.
The Minister of the Ministry of Industry looked left and right, but could not see any deception on Zhou's face, so he could only ask in a low voice: "There are rumors in the public that Duke Dingguo originally wanted to betroth his granddaughter to Su Ping, but Su Ping failed because of corruption.
I admire the power of the Duke of Guo and refuse to obey even to the death, and will not give up until I marry into my wife."
"This...this is simply ridiculous."
Zhou's face was shocked, and then she became angry, "Everyone in the house was reluctant to leave home, and they were also worried that Su Ping would be alone and unable to survive in Yangjing, so we decided to marry into the family. This is the best of both worlds.
What kind of evil person dares to slander my son-in-law like this?"
"ha!"
The seemingly flawless explanation was stopped by the Minister of Industry. He chuckled and asked, "Can you explain why Su Ping was worshiped by a bunch of dead things?"
"this……"
Mrs. Zhou suddenly looked embarrassed, as if it was difficult to speak.
"What? Are you speechless?"
The Minister of Industry held his head high and sneered, "Even if Duke Dingguo is here, I still want to ask him, force him to marry into his wife, and maliciously slander him. Does it mean that someone with a high title can do whatever he wants?"
As soon as he finished speaking, all the dignitaries looked at him with admiration.
It's okay to just say a few vague words, but you actually dare to mention the old Duke by name?
That was Duke Dingguo. Let’s not mention his title as a first-class Duke, nor the fact that he commanded hundreds of thousands of troops in the northern border.
The old Duke's six-level martial arts cultivation and fiery temper are not something that ordinary people would dare to offend.
Lord Shangshu is so brave!
Facing everyone's gaze, the Minister of Industry felt that he had become an example of someone who was not afraid of authority, and his whole body exuded brilliance.
However, before he could immerse himself in it, Mrs. Zhou sighed quietly: "This matter is a family scandal. Since the Lord asked about it...bring him here."
Everyone was suddenly confused.
Not long after, two servants dressed as servants came out from the corner of the corridor, escorting a maid who was tied up.
That maid was none other than Cuizhu who was attending the worship service with a tray.
Cuizhu's face was pale and his eyes were unfocused. It wasn't until he was escorted in front of everyone that he realized what he was doing and knelt down with a plop.
"This person is Cuizhu, my little girl's personal maid."
Zhou explained and looked at Cuizhu: "Tell the adults what you know honestly. If you feel you are being wronged, you can ask the adults to make the decision for you."
Cuizhu and Zhou looked at each other. After seeing the majesty in those eyes, there was no luck in their hearts.