The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Fang Yun and others walked to the round table. The huge round table can seat thirty people. Each chair is the same and has no name tag. However, as they followed Fang Yun, everyone was ranked according to their rank.

For those with the same rank, they were ranked according to the order of their success in the imperial examination; for those on the same list in the same year, they were ranked according to the order of their success in the list.

When Fang Yun stood at the front chair, the four Hanlin scholars stood at the chair on his left, and the rest of the people followed suit and chose their seats.

Without anyone's guidance, they could find their own seats.

After the thirty imperial scholars stood, the rest of the guests also found their own seats one after another, and no one sat down.

In front of the bright red imperial table was the white marble staircase leading to the Fengtian Hall. The entire Fengtian Hall was built on a platform, and there was an open space between the staircase and the door of the hall.

On the open space on the platform were incense tables and other rain-praying utensils, which were obviously different from the sacrificial ceremonies of holy temples, ancestral temples or mountains and rivers, and were not so grand.

Soon, the drums and music sounded, and the queen mother was seen holding the king and slowly walked out of the Fengtian Hall.

The king was young and could not pray for rain, so the queen mother had to lead the way, and the queen mother could only listen to the government from behind the curtain. When praying for rain, she would cover her face with a veil to avoid disrupting the etiquette.

The queen mother walked around the table and stood in front of everyone, and then everyone greeted her.

After that, the left assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites presided over the rain prayer and read the prayer.

If it was a grand ceremony, even the king had to kneel down to worship the heaven and earth first, but this was not the case at the Early Spring Literary Meeting.

The queen mother gave the little king to the palace maid to hold, and then stood in front of the incense table to burn incense and worship the sky. Everyone just bowed and bent over, not kneeling down to worship.

After worshiping the sky, beautiful jade, cloth and three animals were presented in turn, and then wine was offered. Everyone bowed again, and then the ritual music sounded, and people were ordered to dance, and finally wine was offered again to end the rain prayer.

However, an embarrassing thing happened. After the rain prayer ended, there was no rain from the sky.

Although this is a common occurrence, everyone present felt a little uncomfortable. Even though the queen mother was wearing a mask, they all noticed that she seemed a little unhappy.

According to convention, at this time, the Minister of Culture would stand up and pray for rain again with sad words, but secretly borrowed the power of the holy temple to rain.

An accident occurred.

Ao Huang whispered: "It's just raining, praying is a fart." After saying that, he shook his waist and his body suddenly swelled to the height of a five-story building, soaring up.

Everyone only felt a golden light leaping into the sky, and then heard thunder rolling, and then dark clouds gathered, and saw a golden dragon shadow rolling in the dark clouds.

Fang Yun saw that Ao Huang was going to flood the imperial city, and hurriedly whispered: "Ao Huang, let the rain be lighter!"

"Crack..."

A bright thunder flashed in the sky, and the lightning almost covered the entire city, and the deafening thunder rolled in all directions.

A drizzle fell, covering the capital.

The Minister of Rites hurriedly said: "The Queen Mother prayed for rain, and the real dragon helped her personally. She is truly a saintly person. May God bless Jingguo!"

Everyone immediately shouted: "God bless Jingguo!"

Many people breathed a sigh of relief. Letting the real dragon make the clouds and rain was much better than mobilizing the talents of the holy temple to cheat. At least it could be recorded in history books and boasted about. Other countries could not enjoy the treatment of the real dragon making rain.

Fang Yun secretly glanced at the Queen Mother on the stage and felt that her attitude had improved a lot.

Afterwards, the palace was shielded from the drizzle to prevent everyone from holding a literary meeting in the rain.

The palace servants removed the incense table and other utensils, and when the Queen Mother sat down, everyone sat down with her.

After praying for rain, it was the Minister of Rites who personally stepped forward and took the imperial edict, reading out the great merits of the thirty people, praising everyone, and emphasizing Fang Yun. Finally, the rewards were read out. Everyone was promoted one level and their titles were promoted. Each person was rewarded with a Jinshi Wenbao, as well as houses, fields, gold and silver treasures, etc.

All the thirty Jinshi were very happy.

Many people were thinking in their hearts that Fang Yun would be promoted one level higher, and with his previous merits, after the palace examination, if he entered the official career, he would be at least the minister of six ministries, and he might even be directly appointed as the prime minister. This simply overturned the officialdom of the Ten Kingdoms. Anyone who dared to compete with him for promotion would be better off hitting his head against the wall.

There were thirty relatives of Jinshi at the banquet, and they were all very excited. In the future, these Jinshi almost had a golden medal of immunity from death. They had made such great contributions to Jingguo. As long as they did not make mistakes, they would definitely rise step by step. Even if they made small mistakes, no one dared to target them too much.

If these people were devoted to politics and the military, Jingguo would definitely be their world in at most twenty years.

Promotion in the officialdom of the Ten Kingdoms required not only factions, but also solid achievements.

Let Jingguo surpass the Ten Kingdoms and win the first place. This is the top achievement, which is greater than the merits of education, peace of mind, enrichment of the people, and military strategy.

Even if the monarch grows up in the future, he will not dare to demote these people casually, otherwise those censors will dare to make bloody remonstrations in the Golden Palace.

The people of the Left Prime Minister's party and the Kang Wang's party sighed secretly. Among the thirty Jinshi, only three were from the two parties, and the rest had little relationship with the two parties.

The official positions of the newly promoted Jinshi have not been determined yet, but the rest of the Jinshi have official positions. At least more than half of them will take this opportunity to get promoted. Whether they are civil officials or military officials, they will definitely have great power.

It is legitimate for several Hanlin to directly become governors of a state or governors of the state army.

The official positions in Jing State are limited. If these people have real power, the power of the Left Prime Minister and the Kang Wang party will inevitably be weakened.

What's more, the Left Prime Minister Liu Shan is hiding his strength and biding his time. It is impossible for him to tear his face and compete for official positions with the Jinshi or Hanlin who have made great contributions. The only thing he can do is to let Ji Zhibai and the other three occupy the best official positions.

However, Ji Zhibai is very talented. He will definitely go to the Holy Academy to study for at least two years after completing the palace examination for the future. It is impossible to hold real power. This has resulted in the left prime minister and his party receiving minimal benefits in the near future.

After seeing through this, people from the two parties, Zuo Xiang and Kang Wang, felt a little depressed.

After the reward, wine and food began to be served.

Fang Yun sat around with the other twenty-nine people. The thirty people first toasted to the queen mother and the monarch, then to the other guests, and finally drank to each other. They drank three glasses in total before starting to eat.

He Ludong took a few bites, put down his chopsticks, and sighed: "Looking back on the past few days, I narrowly escaped death, and it felt like a lifetime ago."

"Yes, I have been fighting monsters for more than ten years, but the hunting ground battle is definitely the most dangerous battle! How can a group of Jinshis fight against the semi-saint clones when they encounter them? There is no hope of coming back alive."

"Hey, thinking about those idiots from the Lei family, it makes every pore in the body's thirty-six thousand pores feel uncomfortable."

Ji Zhibai sighed: "Thanks to Fang Xusheng, he saved our lives and also achieved my first level of literary courage. Come, let's all toast to Fang Xusheng."

Everyone hurriedly raised their glasses.

Fang Yun smiled and picked up the wine glass, touched it with everyone, and drank it all in one gulp.

Qiao Juze smiled and said: "How about it, are you ready for today's poem? Don't blame me for not reminding you before. According to convention, the first poem of the early spring literary meeting should not only write about spring, but also about rain."

"This will definitely not trouble Fang Xusheng." Ji Zhibai said.

"You haven't prepared it for a long time, have you?" Ma Chaoming beside him sipped the wine.

"No, I just remembered it today, but I already have a draft, so it shouldn't be a problem." Fang Yun said.

"That's good. I'll just say that the early spring literary festival won't be difficult for Fang Xusheng."

Ji Zhibai lowered his voice and said: "But don't take it lightly. If you don't pay attention and just write an ordinary poem, I'm afraid someone will try to get ahead. Even if it is just for a moment, they will publicize it and brag about it in private. Suppression of Xu Sheng and the like.”