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"Your Majesty, this junior has some questions, I want to ask you for advice, and I hope you can answer them."

Zhou Jin said respectfully.

"Don't worry, since you are from later generations, I also have some doubts in my heart. How about the later generations of Tang Dynasty?"

Wu Zetian turned around and stared at Zhou Jin.

Zhou Jin was stunned for a moment, calmed down, and said, "The Tang Dynasty has gone through 90 years, and there are 21 emperors..."

Before finishing speaking, Wu Zetian interrupted.

"I don't want to know this, let's talk about it closer. After my death, who will inherit the throne?"

Zhou Jin's expression froze.

After thinking over and over in my heart, I decided to tell the truth: "Don't dare to lie to Your Majesty, the throne will be inherited by the descendants of the Li family. And it is His Majesty's willing will, and his broad-mindedness will be admired by future generations."

heard.

Wu Zetian's eyes sank, and after a while, he laughed heartily: "Good fortune makes people, good fortune..."

"This country is originally Li's country, and it is worthy of Taizong's spirit in heaven."

Qi Qi blurted out.

Zhou Jin's heart tightened, and she hurriedly looked at Wu Zetian.

She was not angry, but looked at Qi Qi with a little interest, nodded slightly, and said: "You are right, I did a right thing."

Seven hundred and five AD.

Wu Zetian was at the end of her life at the age of 82, one of the longest-lived emperors.The court was in turmoil, and many old members of the Li family were making a fuss in secret. During her lifetime, the empress was majestic and majestic, and she dared not make mistakes.But when a person is dead, there is no threat.

The old Li family kept a low profile, and the forces in the dark were huge and intricate, and there was a great momentum of "Xuanwu Gate Change".

At the same time, the strength of the Wu family was also underestimated. The two sides were at war with each other, and the court was full of gunpowder for a while.A little carelessness will lead to a bloody political struggle.

Wu Zetian, who was dying, also expected this.

She intends to pass on the throne to the descendants of the Wu family.

Wu Sansi once said: "From ancient times to the present, no emperor would choose a person with a different surname as his heir."

one night.

Wu Zetian secretly ordered Di Renjie to inquire about his succession.

Di Renjie is not a chubby and amiable old man. In history, he is a wise man who solves cases like a god and is resourceful.

"I have seen His Majesty, but I don't know how to summon him in the middle of the night. What orders do you have?"

"I'm troubled by something, who should this position be passed on to?"

Di Renjie didn't think much, and only said one sentence.

"Your Majesty will put it in the imperial hall after a hundred years. I have never heard of it. After my nephew becomes the emperor, he will make a special trip back to pay homage to my aunt."

With just this sentence, Wu Zetian made up his mind and sent someone to let Li Xian return to Luoyang overnight to inherit the crown prince.

The world is hot and cold, and the only real reliable people in the world are close relatives of flesh and blood.Wu Zetian believed in Buddhism all her life, and she also showed this in her handling of herself after death.

Wu Zetian shook his head lightly, his eyes flickered with worry, and said, "Li Xian is cowardly, and I am afraid it will be difficult to suppress the court officials. Future generations, tell me what will happen next?"

Hearing this, Zhou Jin was taken aback again.

As expected of being the only queen, she has a vicious and accurate vision.

"Your Majesty, do you know Empress Wei?"

"That girl?"

Wu Zetian thought for a moment, and said: "Empress Wei has a strong personality. Although she is a girl, she is very ambitious and suppresses Li Xian everywhere, is it not?"

At this point, Wu Zetian had a bad premonition in his heart.

"What Your Majesty thinks will happen later."

Zhou Jin knew what Wu Zetian was thinking of, and he didn't point it out.

710 AD.

Tang Zhongzong Li Xian was poisoned to death by his wife and daughter. Ever since Empress Wu Zetian became a precedent, Empress Wei and Princess Anle also moved the empress's mind, and even poisoned her husband.In the face of desire, people can become ignorant of their relatives.

The throne, to rule the world, there is no more alluring temptation than this.

Wu Zetian pondered for a long time, and finally gave a wry smile: "Forget it, I can't worry about future generations."

"Your Majesty, there is no need to be sad. Your reform of the imperial examination system has greatly promoted the development of social civilization and laid the foundation for the prosperity of future generations. Create a palace examination creatively, so that talented people all over the world can express their opinions."

"The juniors are very admired!"

Zhou Jin finished speaking from the bottom of her heart.

It is recorded in the Zizhi Tongjian that in February of the first year of Tianshou, the Empress Dowager ordered the tributes to the Luocheng Palace.Gongshi palace examination began from then on.It is recorded in the Tongdian: In February of the first year of Tianshou, Ce asked Gongshi in Luocheng store, and it took a few days to finish.The test of people in front of the palace starts from now on.

There are sufficient historical materials and sufficient evidence.

The place where the world's first palace examination was held was Luocheng Palace in Luoyang, the capital of the gods.The emperor came in person and questioned the tributes in person.And it will take a few days to complete, especially the large scale.It is the first time in the world that such a novel method, high standards, and large-scale organization of face-to-face saints will have a great impact on future generations.

During the Kaiyuan period, it was held six times, and during the Tianbao period, it was held three times.Not only that, but according to his personal preferences, Emperor Xuanzong also inspected the poetry and prose talents of the candidates in addition to policy questions.Although there are no regulations for the palace examination, it has become a necessary procedure for the scientific examination.

Until the later period of Xuanzong, the imperial court did not focus on meritocracy, but turned to do what it liked, focusing on pleasure, and the number of holdings dropped precipitously.

"Only mention it when it is important, and don't mention it at other times."

When it was held, it was only perfunctory, and the palace examination was no longer the grand occasion it was before.

In the second year of Yamato, that is, in the eighth year of AD 820, it was never held again.

Even though the palace examination in the Tang Dynasty was only carried out for a short period of time and was not systematic, it has already begun to have two basic characteristics.The venue is the imperial court, and the emperor himself asks questions.It has accumulated experience for later emperors and provided methods for reference.

Wu Zetian smiled, waving his sleeves and robes, and an aura of dominance rushed towards his face.

Zhou Jin admires a woman who can have such courage.

"Young master Zhou, is there a strong style of study in later generations?"

Zhou Jin smiled lightly, and said: "Your Majesty, people in future generations are eager to learn, thirsty for learning, and work hard to become the pillar of the country. Rejuvenating the country, Anbang is the dream of every Chinese, and only then will there be a great country that will last for thousands of years. Declining brilliant civilization."

Hearing this, Wu Zetian's eyes flickered, and he couldn't believe it.

Seeing her like this, Zhou Jin didn't reason.

Gently waving his arm, a picture appeared out of thin air.

In the picture, it is Huaxia after a thousand years.

High mountains and dense forests, cliffs and cliffs, in a small closed mountain village, there are bursts of catchy children reading books.

"Black hair doesn't know how to study hard early, Bai Shoufang regrets studying late..."

The immature singing floats in the mountain stream, like a melodious lark. Wherever it passes, there is a spring breeze, the dense green grass dances for it, and the branches of the lush trees sway.

In a small earthen room, a blackboard made of several wooden boards is hung on the wall, and a rural teacher is reading the text aloud.

The students below are all five or six-year-old children, their innocent eyes are shining brightly, full of thirst for knowledge, and their immature hands are holding the textbooks, reading them intently.