On August 28, the twenty-fifth year of Tai'an, there were three days left before the Chengtian Ceremony.
Outside the south gate of Yuanyang, two carriages and a group of soldiers were slowly rushing towards the city gate.
Inside the carriage, Luo Lun couldn't help but lift the curtain and glanced at the tall Yuanyang City Wall in the distance.
"I came back in less than two months!" Luo Lun said with emotion.
At this moment, the carriage was extremely crowded. In addition to Luo Lun and the three county magistrates, there were seven other officials.
There were ten officials in the car in front, and there were also ten people in the carriage behind. Inside were carefully selected common people.
These two people in the car are the Yuanyang team in this Chengtian Ceremony.
After Luo Lun finished speaking, a county magistrate in the carriage said, "Sir, a lot of things have happened in less than two months!"
"Yes, in more than a month, the royal army has regained many county towns and rescued many people!"
"Not only that, the autumn harvest is also going smoothly. Although there have been accidents so far, there have been no casualties!"
Hearing what his subordinates said to each other, Luo Lun couldn't help but smile and said: "You are quite well-informed!"
Immediately, a county magistrate replied: "Sir, the palace does not send out a newspaper every three days. It is difficult for us not to know these things!"
Luo Lun stroked his beard and said, "That's true!"
At this time, another county magistrate asked: "Sir, I heard that in a month or so from the School of Political Science, a group of students will graduate and will be assigned to work in a county government?"
"This is true, but I don't know exactly when graduation will occur!" Luo Lun replied.
"The most important thing is that this news is true, which is great!" the county magistrate said extremely happily.
County magistrates who have this idea actually account for the majority, because most people are facing the difficulty of having no one to help them.
Police officers and detectives can be recruited at will as long as they have food and salary, but literate officials cannot be recruited directly.
Some county offices are very low-level, with only the county magistrate being able to read and write, and many things must be done by himself.
Taking out the kettle from under the seat, Luo Lun took a sip and said, "And I also heard from people at Jishan Institute that students with outstanding performance will be directly awarded the position of county magistrate!"
Nowadays, most of the magistrates and county magistrates in various places in Longyou started from Yuanyang as petty officials, and they were able to be promoted to county magistrates based on their own abilities.
It can be said that these officials are talented, and more importantly, they have the ability to govern.
Now when I hear that some people in the School of Government were awarded the position of county magistrate without starting from the lowest level, most people feel unbalanced.
Perhaps seeing the inner imbalance of his subordinates, Luo Lun continued: "The outstanding person in the School of Political Science was awarded the position of county magistrate. This is His Highness's wish!"
What Luo Lun meant was that since it was Zhao Yanxun's decision, there was no possibility of changing it.
Everyone stopped talking immediately, and the carriage had been inspected and entered the Yuanyang Mansion City Office.
The carriage continued north, and they had to go to Longqianfang. Foreign officials who "entered the court" had to see them first. This was the rule.
But the closer we get to Longqianfang, the number of people on the street increases, and the street becomes more crowded.
"What's going on?" Laurent was curious.
A small official in the carriage had been listening carefully to the conversation of the people on the street. At this time, he explained: "Sir, these people are also going to Longqianfang!"
"His Highness has a legitimate heir, and they are here to congratulate him!"
In fact, just by listening a little, you can understand the purpose of these people, so Luo Lun didn't feel strange at this moment.
"The people love Your Highness, this is a good thing!" Luo Lun sighed.
After serving as an official and studying for decades, Luo Lun accumulated profound political abilities and extensive knowledge from ancient times to the present.
Zhao Yanxun, who has been so supported by the people for thousands of years, in Luo Lun's opinion, is comparable to the sage kings and sages who have come down from three generations.
Thinking of this, Laurent's carriage continued to move forward, getting slower and slower, and finally stopped altogether.
The soldier driving the car outside reported: "My lords, I can't walk further ahead!"
Luo Lun stepped out of the carriage and saw Wuyang Wuyang in front of him were all ordinary people. The place where he was was at least two streets away from the palace.
What surprised him even more was that there was a carriage trapped in front of him, and an acquaintance walked out of it.
Looking at the actions of Liu Jinghui and others in front of him, Luo Lun couldn't help but laugh, then turned back to the carriage and said, "Get off the carriage, let's walk to the palace!"
Walking to the palace is the only valid idea at the moment. It is almost impossible to go there by carriage.
Everyone got off the carriage and walked forward amidst the surging crowd. Soon they came to the front where the carriage got off and behind everyone.
"Master Fu, Master Luo Lunluo is behind!"
Hearing the reminder from his subordinates, Ma Baokun turned around and saw Luo Lun already about ten feet away.
Stepping to the side of the road, Ma Baokun bowed his hands to Luo Lun and said, "I've met Mr. Luo!"
Although Luo Lun and Ma Baokun were both prefects, they were once the chief envoys of Beidi County, and Ma Baokun was the junior in front of Luo Lun.
Only Luo Lun said with emotion: "Prefect Ma, your Highness has a legitimate heir. It can be said that the whole world is celebrating!"
Ma Baokun replied: "Your Highness is virtuous, loves the people, and saves the people. He is a naturally holy person, and he will naturally be loved by the people!"
So the two people walked together and approached the palace amidst the surging crowds. During this period, they had to constantly remind those around them not to get separated at this time.
When they arrived at the gate of the palace, they saw that the large open space outside the palace was already filled with people kneeling to express their congratulations.
"Master Luo, it seems that we can't enter the main entrance, so we can only enter the palace through the side door!" Ma Baokun said helplessly.
Looking at the people kneeling on the ground, kowtowing piously, Luo Lun was also greatly shocked.
Such a virtuous king and holy master, how can he not do the hard work of a dog and a horse? Although he is already over forty, Laurent is still aroused by his youthful fever at this moment.
So much so that at this moment, he was reminded of the excitement he felt when he passed the imperial examination and took the roll call outside the Shenwu Sect.
When the passion in his heart gradually dissipated, Luo Lun replied: "Then enter through the west door!"
So they took a detour again and walked an extra mile, and then they were able to enter the palace after taking out their identity documents.
A group of officials came to Jinshen Hall, expecting to have a smooth audience with Zhao Yanxun, but unexpectedly they were rejected.
On the steps outside the Jinsheng Palace, Huo An looked at the officials kneeling at the steps and said slowly: "My lords, the prince has gone to Yongfu Palace now. I'm afraid I won't be able to see him today!"
"The prince said before he left that if an official comes to see you, the ceremony will be considered successful if you kowtow and salute. You have worked hard on the journey, so you can go to the post to rest first!"
"I will obey the king's orders!"
After all the officials said this, they became angry and exited Jinshen's door.
When everyone walked out of Yong'an Gate, they heard a magistrate say: "His Royal Highness loves the heir so much, it seems that the position of the heir apparent has been determined!"
At first, everyone was chatting in low voices, but after hearing these words, everyone's conversations suddenly stopped, and the scene became dead silent.
Then everyone looked at the god of plague and quickened their pace to get rid of this person.
"you……"
The magistrate wanted to say something, but then he figured out the key and gave himself two hard slaps.
You have such a bad mouth, how can you make arbitrary decisions about the selection of the heir apparent? Thinking of this, the magistrate gave himself two more slaps.
Zhao Yanxun acted arbitrarily, and everyone in the palace followed his instructions. It was undoubtedly a huge trespass for Zhao Yanxun to choose the heir apparent without expressing his opinion.
It's no wonder that others avoid him like a plague. Who is willing to take this risk?