The emperor was furious again. Even the ministers and eunuchs in the imperial study could not comfort him, but suddenly an old voice sounded coldly: "Your Majesty, your Majesty, personally conquers all the subjects from all over the world. You will definitely win the first rank and conquer our south."
With the prestige of the country, there is great potential for this matter. My emperor has seen thousands of miles away, and the old ministers sincerely admire him."
The one who spoke was the Prime Minister Right.
The right prime minister's surname is Ban. He is so old that his beard has almost fallen off. The gray-brown age spots almost cover his original appearance. He has been silent since entering the imperial study, until he suddenly spoke. Who?
You could tell that what he said was not good.
However, Emperor Fenglong did not point his fingers and curse again. He only glared at Youcheng and restrained his anger... Youcheng was too old. He had been assisting Emperor Nali even before Fenglong's father was born.
Well, even if Feng Long was the emperor, he would not dare to lose his temper at will.
Fenglong took a deep breath and sat in front of the Long Bookcase again: "Then what should we do now? Where can we find someone?"
You Cheng stood there with his eyes half-closed and completely unresponsive. He seemed not to have heard the emperor's question. Zuo Cheng suddenly knelt on the ground and said, "I am going to tell my emperor that I have some offensive words that are stuck in my throat. I beg your majesty to forgive me..."
"I'm sorry, but if you have anything to say, just say it."
Zuo Cheng Fu Di said: "Nanli has worked hard to govern, but due to the limitation of the terrain, the country's power is still slightly inferior to that of the other four countries. Since a hundred years ago, the Yan Dynasty in the northern Xinjiang and the Tubo in the western region have been eyeing me with covetous intentions, and they have the heart of a wolf.
I just wish I had no name for sending troops. Although the Quanrong and the Uighurs are thousands of miles away from me, they are also very important to the management of Sheji in the south. After all, there are two countries in the far north, which can greatly contain the Yan and Tubo."
Fenglong waved his hand: "Get up and continue talking."
Zuo Cheng thanked him and stood up: "Yan, Tu, Quan, Hui, no one can be offended. Let them fight and rob Zoucheng's 'Yipin' meeting. As long as we don't lose the national unity, we can't do anything."
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As he said that, Zuo Cheng's eyes flickered, and he was obviously concentrating on his words. Fenglong didn't have any taboos about what he said, and he said generously: "It's fine if it's not too embarrassing to lose or too ugly!"
After the emperor said the unpleasant words, Zuo Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "The key to participating in this meeting is not to lose your dignity, not to be looked down upon by others, even if you lose, it is honorable, even though you are in last place, it also shows that I
Nanli’s national structure and national prestige. That’s why we have to select people from Kuitang. The people in Kuitang are not only brave but more importantly, they have been assisting the imperial court for a long time and know etiquette and advance and retreat, so they are perfect."
Emperor Honglong looked at his chopsticks and then at the lifeless Right Prime Minister. He gritted his teeth and endured his anger. He frowned at Zuo Cheng in front of the case and said: "After talking for a long time, why did you come back again? Is it possible that there are still people in your Zuo Cheng's house?
A great hall?!"
The emperor's words were serious. With a bang, Prime Minister Zuo knelt down again, first apologizing repeatedly and then expressing his loyalty. Fenglong looked impatient: "You don't have Kuitang at home, so don't mention Kuitang to me anymore."
, got up and continued to talk about what to do with this 'first-grade' candidate."
Zuo Cheng did not get up this time, so he spoke on the ground: "Your Majesty once saw the credentials sent by Emperor Yan. Although the other party's intention was very clear, that is, he wanted to compete in martial arts, but he only said in the credentials
'Select outstanding talents and appraise them together'."
Fenglong probably understood what Zuo Cheng meant, and blinked: "Everyone understands that this is a competition to win the championship, but it was not directly stated in the certificate of credence... to select outstanding talents and evaluate them together."
Zuo Cheng nodded vigorously: "That's right. In my humble opinion, candidates for the 'First Rank' should be selected from among the people, but they are not warriors, but people with all kinds of strange signs. Finally, ten outstanding ones were selected. Jing Taitai
The book says 'Qi Shi', so we will send real Qi Shi. This is not a violation of the agreement..."
Emperor Honglong thought thoughtfully: "If you don't want to compete with them, these ten strange warriors I sent have real skills. If they display them, they can enhance the prestige of our country. No one dares to underestimate Nanli."
Zuo Cheng called out, 'My Emperor's Holy Might', and added: "Since the people selected are not warriors, they naturally do not have the aggressive habit of drawing swords. As long as they give detailed instructions in advance, they will not do it when they go to Zoucheng to meet Emperor Jingtai.
There's going to be trouble."
Emperor Honglong finally laughed: "It would be best to find some truly capable people who know how to 'call the wind and summon the rain', 'Qi Men Dun Jia', and the 'Secret Language of Dreams', so that the four countries will know that we have many outstanding people and countless talents in Nanli. This official
The Ministry of Finance and the Ministry of Household Affairs will supervise this. The sooner the better, let all the states and capitals mobilize to recruit talented people and strangers to serve the country! All go down."
The five important ministers tidied their clothes and bowed before leaving.
"Instead of selecting warriors, we select capable people and strangers?" Song Yang was surprised and couldn't help but widen his eyes: "What do you mean by capable people and strangers?"
Yanziping is remote, and the news of the selection of talents personally approved by Emperor Fenglong has not yet reached here. The reason why Song Yang knew about it in advance is simple. Early this morning, Gu Zhaojun came to visit again. Although he already knew that warriors would not be selected, he still gave him the invitation as promised.
Song Yang brought a knife. The blade was not light, the blade was sharp, and the quality of the blade was good. However, it was still ordinary and far from comparable to Longque.
Gu Zhaojun shrugged his shoulders: "As long as you stand out, it will be enough, such as being the best in singing in Nanli University, or being unmatched in dog training... There is no specific standard. From the selection point of view, anyone can give it a try."
, he looked at Song Yang with a smile: "Do you have any special skills?"
Song Yang was also thinking in his mind, apart from martial arts, what other skills could he use... medical skills? Or the use of poison? A real doctor, poison master is Dr. You. Although the skills Song Yang learned were good, they were troublesome.
There are few opportunities for practice in the two professions, and a lot of reasoning is involved. Song Yang is a typical "practical school". When it comes to "argument", any doctor from the drug store can talk about it.
Gu Zhaojun was very sorry: "It's too late to learn anything now."
Song Yang annoyed him: "It's time to have breakfast. There's no one here to feed you, so go ahead and I won't feed you."
Gu Zhaojun laughed and said, "I really want to see how you get to Dayan Yipin" and turned to leave.
Song Yang closed his door, sat at his desk, chewed the penholder, and wrote a few sentences on the paper from time to time... How could he still be considered... capable without using force, poison, or treatment?
Ten days later, the news of the emperor's selection of talents finally reached Yanziping. The scale of this selection was unprecedented, and naturally there would be regulations and rules for the selection. Emperor Honglong dispatched nine imperial envoys from Phoenix City to station in Nanli.
The capitals of Kyushu each set a date and publicly screened talents.
There is no need for recommendation from the township or county yamen. As long as you think you have a skill, you can rush to the nearest state capital and show your skills to the imperial envoy. If you are selected, you will receive a generous reward. Even if you are not selected, you will be given round-trip travel expenses unless you are unreasonable. The Nine-Road Imperial Envoy
There is no quota limit, so you can stay if you find it useful. They will be taken to Phoenix City and handed over to the emperor to make a decision and hand-pick ten "Nan Li First Grade".
In Qingyang Prefecture, where Yanziping belongs, the imperial envoy has already settled in, and it is scheduled to officially hold a ‘selection of talents’ meeting on the first day of the twelfth lunar month thirty days later.
During these days, Song Yang frowned and thought hard all the time. It was not until the date was approaching that he packed up and prepared to go out. Unexpectedly, before he left, someone came to the door - Liu Ersha.
Liu Ersha didn't come empty-handed. He had a lizard on his shoulder and a horse in his hand.