Conquer the World

Chapter 118 The Wisdom of the Grand Eunuch and the Wisdom of the Little Eunuch

The five liberal arts exams will not end until at least sunset, and His Majesty the Emperor has no time to sit on the stage for one day. After the examiners would try the curls, the emperor stopped for a while and then left. Luo Weiran followed with the inner guard, but there was no doubt that the **** named Su Buwei was always next to the emperor.

Prior to the death of the **** Wu Bisheng who was the eunuch, no one had ever paid attention to this puppet named Su Buwei. Soon after Wu Peisheng died, he jumped from an obscure **** to become the most powerful **** in Miyagi. Although it is only an official post from Liupin, no one can deny that the clothes from Liupin on his body are not inferior to the purple official uniforms of the members of the court in the court.

The emperor's attendance often affects the emperor more than the court officials.

Most importantly, he knew the emperor better than everyone else.

Luo Weiran walked behind, involuntarily looking at the shy man who even leaned forward slightly. Even he, as the commander of the Inner Guard, had not paid much attention to this tadpole before. What made him a little helpless and vigilant was that he knew nothing about this shrewd strength.

However, since His Majesty chose him to be the **** of Bingbi, it proves that this person is by no means a wine sack. Luo Weiran did not warn Wu Peisheng like this because he knew Wu Peisheng. Even a very rare charmer with Qipin strength still can't pose any threat in front of people like him. Su is not afraid of being different, I do n’t know the depth, I do n’t know the details ... perhaps no one except the Emperor knows this guy.

"Let Fang Xie go directly to Changchun Garden, I have a lot to do."

The emperor gave a command, and Su Buwei quickly agreed and then sent a **** to preach. Luo Weiran heard the name Fang Xie and couldn't help but pick it out. In the short time that he entered Changan City, that young man became a figure on the cusp of the wind. His experience is so strange that I really don't know if he should be out of luck or out of luck. After all, such a small person since this day can make His Majesty think about it from time to time enough to make many people jealous.

How many officials are noble, apart from being able to glance at His Majesty the Emperor from afar, at other times no chance to approach the Supreme? Even if you waited for the sixth and ninth pilgrimage meeting on the 9th, the emperor did not necessarily look at them, and they might not even remember them.

Fang Xie, a scout from the border city, was called twice into the Changchun Garden vault in such a short period of time, which is enviable anyway.

The emperor's car left Yanwuyuan in a low-key manner, and adults such as Shangshu Shi Lang also had to return to their respective government offices to work. However, several college graduates stayed, waiting for the five liberal arts exams to end. Because they are all honorary professors of Yanwu Academy, they can't easily leave anything on such a big day. After the exam, they will also mark the papers with the professors of Yanwu Academy.

When Fang Xie received the will, the emperor's car had already entered the gate of Yanwuyuan. People who haven't dissipated from the outside of the gate, no one can guess that the ordinary-looking carriage that just drove out of Yanwuyuan just sat today. Just then, His Majesty suddenly changed his mind.

"Let Fang Xie catch up, and I met him on the carriage."

Su fearlessly hesitated and reminded softly after thinking about it: "Is it a little early for him to get on the horse-drawn carriage? After all, his status is too low and the honor is too great for him. What a big benefit. "

The emperor smiled and said, "It's because your eyes are so poisonous!"

Su Buwei smiled down and said, "Slave just watched His Majesty have a certain love for that boy, so he would say something more. He is just a small soldier in the frontier who has little experience and no foundation, and Chang'an City for him ... …too big."

"Well ..."

The emperor waved his hand and said, "Just as you say, Fang Jie, although of humble origins, is the youngest person I have seen in the past few years. Compared to him, those young talents who have merit in their origins look too much. It's been more impetuous. You just went to see the little trap set by Prince Yi just now, and you also praised his response. I'm going to use soldiers in the northwest, I'm afraid this is the biggest one since the founding of the Great Sui Dynasty The battle ... At this time, I must set an example for those children who want to learn, as long as they have talents, they can get your appreciation. They have hope in their hearts, they will do their best, and they will fight. ... "

The emperor paused and continued, "Su is not afraid, do you know Huai Qiugong's origin?"

Su Buwei replied: "As the slave knows, Huai Lao Han Men's origins have been smooth, but now he is a veteran of the Three Dynasties. He has the style of a civil servant leader. Slightly inferior by one or two points. "

The emperor nodded his head and said, "The grandfather who implemented the imperial examination at that time faced obstacles not only from those in the family, but also the distrust of the children of Hanmen. In the past, court judges were selected from the family and elected by officials. The descendants of the official are coming up. For the court, this is by no means a good thing. In the long run, the government of the DPRK will be controlled by those families with complicated relationships. So my grandfather was determined to carry out the imperial examinations, and to learn from the cold ... "

"But people don't seem to believe that the imperial examination system can really make a humble person become a valuable person. So your grandfather decided to set a model for the people to see if the imperial examination is not a joke, let alone He's doing a play. Huai Qiu Gong is the lucky man. Now that he has gone through three dynasties, he is still a model. "

The emperor smiled lightly and said lightly but confidently: "Yu's grandfather can erect a model, and of course he can. Only if the people are convinced that the court is fair and just, then the foundation of the Da Sui can be magnificent. Wanshi. Such a model, there must be one from time to time, instead of just one ... Fang Jie is really young and does not have a foundation for experience, so I will send him to Yanwuyuan instead of Wenyuan Pavilion Shuhua Court, I was also worried ... he entered the chapel early and was overcast to death. "

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The emperor seemed to be very talkative. After taking a sip of tea, he said to Su Buwei: "Enter the Yanwu Academy and let him learn more and learn more. If Chang'an City is a melting pot, all people who are not adapted to this temperature will be If it is eliminated, then Yanwuyuan is another furnace in this melting furnace, which can not only exercise people but also protect them. "

Su fearlessly nodded, afraid to intervene.

The emperor said: "He is still young. Although he likes this little guy, he has not yet reached the point where he promotes him at all costs. As you said before, too much glory is given to him at this time, but it hurts him. To train him, three, five, or even ten years later, let him get up again. Twenty years later, he will be the next pregnant Qiu Gong in Changan City. Huai Qiu Gong is already old enough to live In less than 20 years, before the people forget his example, the standing model will once again be talked about by the people. "

"Your Majesty Yuanmou, the slave can't think of what will happen after so long. The slave just feels that the boy is really flattering, so he should press it or press it. Climbing up too early will hurt him."

"Haha"

The emperor smiled, pointed at Su Buwei and said, "If you are not a scumbag, you can enter the school and study."

Su Buwei hurriedly said, "Slave is just trying to figure out your thoughts. How can he be worthy of your compliment?"

"Su fearless ..."

The emperor groaned for a moment and suddenly asked: "You look at people and things are poisonous. Then I ask you ... Luo Weiran and Hou Wenji, how do you think? Prince Yi ... how do you think?"

"Slave ... don't dare to think."

Su Bu was startled, and he knelt down to sue Rao: "Her Majesty, please spare slaves. Taizu strictly prohibits the harem from doing anything. Even if the slaves have a hundred guts, they dare not comment on the court members, let alone the Prince Your Royal Highness. "

"You don't have to be so careful."

The emperor waved his hands and said, "Just be with Husband and chat to relieve boredom. This doesn't really interfere with the administration of the DPRK. He just asks you what you think of them, but it doesn't matter."

"Slave ..."

Su didn't hesitate for a while, and then carefully answered: "It seems to slaves that Commander Luo and Waiting Fushou are loyal to His Majesty. Both of them are like His Majesty's hands, holding the guard inside. Chu and Qingyi are the two sharpest knives. Where your Majesty thinks, their knives are pointing ... As for Prince Yi, the slaves really don't understand and don't dare to talk wildly. "

"It's not the kind of scene you want to hear."

The emperor glared at Su Buwei and asked: "I asked more directly, who do you think, Luo Weiran and Hou Wenji, who is more loyal to you?"

Su Buwei raised his head and glanced at the emperor, then quickly lowered his head and said, "Slaves feel that the two adults are the same loyalty to His Majesty ... but maybe they think something different, so it looks a little different. However, this should have nothing to do with their loyalty to His Majesty. "

"You!"

The emperor smiled helplessly and said, "Let you tell the truth, but you still only want to talk about the scene. I don't even ask, you dare not even comment on them, how dare you say Prince Yi."

Su Buwei thought for a while and said, "Slave doesn't need to have his own thoughts. Whatever your Majesty thinks, so do slaves. Just like Commander Luo and Fu Zhenzheng, wherever His Majesty's fingers point, slaves run towards them. "

The emperor froze slightly, then shook his head and said, "You are different from them. He can say these things to you, but he cannot say to them. You should know that there are people around him who can relax and chat with you ... not many . "

Su Buwei's eyes circled red, and he deeply worshiped: "Slave, Xie Xialong Long."

Chang'an has no rules against horse riding and shopping, but it does not allow galloping. So although Fang Xie was anxious, she didn't dare to be too pretentious, and she left the gate of Yanwuyuan without having to pretend to be high-profile. On the way to Changchun Park, he has been controlling the speed of the crimson horse, trotting, and it seems that there is no meaning to fly.

Fang Xie didn't want to be accused by anyone ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Chang'an City is really too big for him. Who knows if an inadvertent fault would be a reason why he would never turn over forever?

By the time Changchun Garden arrived, the sun was slightly west, and Fang Jie, who had not had lunch, made a slight protest in his stomach. Where can Fangjie still have time to sacrifice the Temple of the Five Zangs, and follow the **** who passed the order directly into this royal garden. After entering the door, the red horse was handed over to the guard. He followed the little **** step by step, keeping the same distance all the time.

The **** stopped when he walked outside the vaulted house, turned around and smiled and said, "Our family can only take you here, and our family can't just go inside."

"Thank you"

Fang Xie found a silver ticket from his cuff and wanted to stuff it to the little eunuch, but he didn't expect that little **** waved his hand and stepped back: "Our family doesn't have the courage, our family doesn't want to taste the stick. Since our family is still useful, our family will make friends with you. Our family is called Miki, and you remember our name. "

Fang Jie couldn't help but praise it in his heart, saying that this little **** had good intentions and good means!

"I remember, my father-in-law's name is Mu San. Father-in-law can also remember that your friend is called Fangjie."

Fang Xie nodded and thanked him with his fist.

The little **** Mu San smiled and turned away after returning the gift. Fang Jie looked at his back, thinking that even a little **** had such a kind of eyesight and means. The water in Chang'an City was too deep. He refuses to accept his silver ticket because he knows the benefits of taking a hundred or two silvers, which is far better than letting a small person who is very likely to become a big man remember him. Who knows what the future holds? Who doesn't think about the future?

Kizo

Fang Xie also remembered the name, a little **** who had never forgotten that he should climb up. Such people are often useful.