The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Officials stood in two rows in front, some wearing official uniforms, some wearing civil uniforms, and their clothes did not move, but the clothes of the guards of the palace rustled, and they could not open their eyes because of the strong wind.

Civil and military officials all looked over.

The four prime ministers, the six ministers, the governors of various provinces, the leaders of various armies, the royal relatives and the heads of aristocratic families were all in the row.

Fang Yun felt that the air solidified and his breathing was still.

In normal times, Fang Yun would not feel anything if there were twice as many people, but this was in front of the palace of a country, and the officials were about to go to court, and the momentum had accumulated for a long time.

The court was a place to practice the holy way!

Hundreds of eyes were the scrutiny of hundreds of forces.

"Whew..."

The horses pulling the carriages fell down in groups, and the carriages fell to the ground one after another, and the exclamations of the scholars continued.

Fang Yun's clothes suddenly flipped back, and the next moment, the power of the literary courage was released, and the clothes fell back.

Fang Yun bowed to all the officials, and then walked towards the bridge leading to Youye Gate.

Many officials smiled.

Fang Yun's walking through Youye Gate was of great significance.

If Fang Yun went through Zuoye Gate to select the civil service team, he might not necessarily lean towards Zuo Xiang, but he would definitely not lean towards Zuo Xiang if he went through Youye Gate.

Fang Yun walked steadily forward without looking sideways, but his peripheral vision was looking at the two teams.

Civil and military officials were fine, but Fang Yun did not expect that the royal family and the heads of the noble families would be summoned for this grand court meeting, which was very rare.

The royal family came only to fulfill the duties of the royal bloodline. If they really wanted to intervene in military and political affairs, except for King Kang who was backed by the semi-saint family, everyone else would be purged.

The heads of the noble families all had titles in Jingguo, and they might not necessarily participate in military and political affairs when they came here, but since they came here, it represented an attitude, supporting the royal family of Jingguo.

These noble families suffered the least loss after the destruction of Jingguo, because the monarchs of any country would welcome them with open shoes, but they also least wanted Jingguo to be destroyed.

Except for Chen Guanhai's family, which was established after the founding of the country, all other families were established before the founding of the country. They made great contributions to Jingguo and had blood feuds with the families of the neighboring Qingguo and Wuguo.

If Jingguo was destroyed, these families would be ridiculed by the families of Qingguo and Wuguo for at least a hundred years.

After thinking everything through, Fang Yun came to the end of the officers and officials of the Academy of Literature.

The last-ranked official bowed and said, "Hello, Lord Fang." Then he moved one step to the south to make room for one person to the north.

Fang Yun glanced at this person and nodded slightly. This person was a fifth-rank general in the capital. He was not qualified to attend the court. Only officials of the third rank or above, plus a few low-rank officials with important matters, could attend the court.

Fang Yun walked past him and continued to move forward. Every time he passed someone, an official bowed to him and greeted him, then moved one step to the side.

Not long after, Fang Yun walked in front of a third-rank official. The official first moved one step to the side and greeted him with a bow, which was obviously different from the previous greetings and then moving to the side.

On the other side of this third-rank official was a third-rank official, who, like Fang Yun, had the title of a cabinet official.

Fang Yun nodded once for the last time, glanced at the officials in front of him, and then entered the empty seat vacated by the third-rank official.

At this moment, the Holy Court was preparing the statue of the virtual saint. It would take a few days to confer Fang Yun the title of virtual saint, and Fang Yun's new title of Jingsheng would have to be discussed again. Fang Yun was now just a cabinet official with the least experience, so he ranked before all the third-rank officials and after the third-rank officials.

Fang Yun did not find Zhang Poyue. It seemed that the court was afraid of problems on the front line and could not let the leader of the Dingyuan Army return.

Fang Yun stood in the team in front of the Youye Gate, motionless.

The other Jinshi stood outside the moat for a while and made their choices.

Among the top ten Jinshi, three chose to enter the team in front of the Zuoye Gate, and seven chose to enter the team in front of the Youye Gate.

The remaining two hundred Jinshi walked towards the two gates. In the end, less than fifty people chose Zuoye Gate, and most of the rest chose Youye Gate.

This situation has never happened since Zuo Xiang came to power.

These Jinshi chose Youye Gate, which not only means that they will not join Zuo Xiang, not only means that they are the pro-war faction, but also means that Fang Yun finally has real wings!

Before, Fang Yun had great power but no followers, and those people could only be regarded as his supporters at most.

Now, hundreds of Jinshi will become Fang Yun's followers.

Before, Jingguo only produced more than 30 Jinshi a year!

Some officials in front of Youye Gate smiled.

Some officials in front of Zuoye Gate also smiled. Although they were civil officials, they were not followers of Zuo Xiang or King Kang.

The man standing at the head of the civil officials was unmoved, expressionless, and his expression did not change at all from beginning to end.

The old man had an elegant appearance and extraordinary temperament. He was over sixty but looked only in his early fifties. He was meticulously groomed, except that he had a lot more silver hair on his temples than six months ago.

Liu Shan, the left prime minister, was the head of the civil servants of Jing State.

Fang Yun glanced at the civil servants on the opposite side. Many of them were staring at him, but one person was very special.

Ji Zhibai.

Ji Zhibai was very calm and his eyes were very cold, but deep in his eyes, he hid the fire of hatred that could not be concealed.

The two looked at each other.

Ji Zhibai clenched his fists and his eyes were about to spit fire.

Fang Yun was a little apologetic at first, but suddenly he thought of the people on the literary list using several Ji Zhibai as the unit of measurement for scholars and poems, and he couldn't help turning his head, with a very faint smile on his face.

Many officials noticed this scene and looked at Ji Zhibai with a smile.

Ji Zhibai's teeth were clattering, he retracted his gaze, lowered his eyelids, and stared at the ground in a daze.

When the time came, two eunuchs came out from the left and right gates, and were about to lead two teams of officials into the left and right gates when a very mean voice sounded not far away.

"Wait for me, the dragon! I am Prince Huang, and I also want to participate in the court meeting!" Ao Huang turned into a golden light and rushed over.

When Fang Yun and the others turned their heads to look, Ao Huang had already rushed in front of Fang Yun. He flew between Fang Yun and the third-rank official and hung in the air.

The official stared at Ao Huang in amazement. What was this yellow dragon doing?

Ao Huang twisted his dragon body and pushed the third-rank official away with his tail, muttering: "You don't understand the difference between high and low eyebrows, so you don't know to give me a place? Alas, Fang Yun, am I not late?"

Fang Yun rolled his eyes at Ao Huang, but the yellow dragon was right. It was indeed qualified to participate in the court meeting, and it should be at the head of the team, but no one reminded it.

"Well, follow me obediently. If I don't let you open your mouth, don't say anything, otherwise I will complain to your sister." Fang Yun has discovered Ao Huang's weakness, he is afraid of his sister.

"You are so cruel!" Ao Huang glared at Fang Yun fiercely, and then floated happily in the air.

The two eunuchs looked at each other and led the team into the left and right gates.

Behind the gate is a river called Jingshui, and on the water is Jingshui Bridge.

Fang Yun walked and looked. Behind Jingshui Bridge is a road with ceremonial bands on both sides, and further ahead is Fengtian Gate.

Fengtian Gate has yellow tiles and red walls, standing tall. In front of the gate, there are two bronze lions, one male and one female, one person tall. A plaque is hung high on the gate, which is the three characters "Fengtian Gate" written by Chen Guanhai and Chen Sheng himself.

Fang Yun took a closer look and found that the three characters were deeply embedded in the plaque, like a dragon hiding, and could fly into the sky at any time.

However, there were slight cracks on the plaque.

"It seems that the legend that the core of the Holy Dao defense is in the palace is correct. This Fengtian Gate is the first gate of Jingguo. It will never be damaged. Moreover, the plaque contains the power of Chen Sheng and has great power of the Holy Dao. Except for the divine punishment on that day, there is no power that can make it crack."

Everyone stood under the Jingshui Bridge and did not cross the bridge.

Soon, the bells and drums rang together. This was the king and the queen mother going to the palace. After a while, the drums and music stopped.

"Go to court!" A eunuch shouted loudly in front of the Fengtian Hall.

Two eunuchs led the ministers across the Jingshui Bridge, through the Fengtian Gate, and walked towards the Fengtian Hall.

Fang Yun looked up and saw a magnificent hall standing in front of him. The roof was light gold and the walls were red. The hall was built on a three-story white marble platform, and each platform had nine steps.

Everyone stepped on the three-story nine-step staircase and came to the door of the Fengtian Hall.

Fengtian Hall is the Golden Palace.

Except for Fang Yun, all the newly promoted scholars stopped and stood in front of the Fengtian Hall according to their ranking in the joint examination.

The rest continued to move forward.

There was also a plaque at the entrance of the Fengtian Hall, with three characters "Fengtian Hall" written on it. These three characters were not written by Chen Guanhai, but by Cui Sheng, the founding semi-saint of Jingguo.

Everyone stepped over the threshold of the Fengtian Hall and continued to walk in. If it was an early morning court, there would be ceremonial officials chanting the names of officials, but there were too many participants in the grand court meeting, and there was no ceremonial official to chant the names.

Fang Yun looked up and saw that the Fengtian Hall was magnificent, wide and grand, and gorgeous like the human world. However, he had seen the Dragon Palace, and after a moment of shock, he found that the layout here was actually very ordinary.

There were many soft seats on the ground on both sides of the Fengtian Hall, which were for the officials to sit in.

Ao Huang kept pouting, not taking the most magnificent hall of Jingguo seriously at all.

The deepest part of the Fengtian Hall is the imperial platform, and on top of the imperial platform is the dragon throne. However, the dragon throne is blocked by a curtain of fine gauze, and two people can be vaguely seen sitting inside, one is petite and exquisite, and the other is even smaller.

Fang Yun heard a baby voice coming from inside: "Mother... Mother, which one is Fang... Fang Zhenguo?"

The voice was very small, and ordinary people could not hear it, but the lowest official was a Jinshi, and he heard it clearly.

Then Fang Yun saw the person behind the gauze curtain made a gesture of silence, and the child did not speak again.

After everyone stood up, they heard a eunuch screaming: "Courtesy!"

Everyone present, except for the great scholar who just bowed slightly, bowed in the direction of the dragon throne.

"I pay my respects to the king and the queen mother."

Fang Yun also did the same, and felt that the status of scholars was high. Just bowing like this, without kneeling or performing a big ceremony, it was completely treating the king as a scholar with a slightly higher status.

Since the fall of the Han Dynasty, the status of scholars has become higher and higher, and the court ceremony has become simpler and simpler.

Ao Huang imitated Fang Yun in paying respects, but his eyes were roaming around and looking around.

"The ceremony is over," the eunuch said again.

"Give me a seat." The king's childish voice came from behind the curtain.

All officials sat down in order according to their official positions.

Ao Huang hummed and groaned as he coiled on the soft seat, looking around dishonestly. Everyone turned a blind eye, only the little king on the dragon chair couldn't help but say: "Little... Little Yellow Dragon!"

"You are little!" Ao Huang replied softly, afraid that Fang Yun would be angry, so he quickly shut up.

Some officials lamented in their hearts that a good court meeting was completely ruined by Ao Huang, but the king was still young and Ao Huang was Prince Huang, so everyone could only turn a deaf ear.

The Queen Mother saw that something went wrong in the court meeting, coughed lightly, and said: "Do you have anything to report, my dear ministers?"