When Huang Zong got up early in the morning, several Confucian scholars came up to greet him, their faces full of joy: "Teacher is very happy!"

"Oh? Where does the joy come from?"

Huang Zong took a towel, put on hot water, and slowly wiped his face, and every move was calm. Such qi cultivation skills made other Confucian scholars feel inferior.

"The Prince Ding Mansion has an order to summon the teacher. The prince has reached the age of enlightenment. With the teacher's literary talent and reputation and the position of the Grand Tutor, who else can you?"

Although Wu Zhi uses Confucian scholars to use talent, other Confucian scholars also have the desire to become famous successfully. Seeing that King Ding’s path is not easy, it is reasonable to go to the prince’s path and bet on the future.

"Be careful!"

When Huang Zong heard this, his expression changed: "The prince is not the prince, but the grand tutor is called, where can I start?"

The scholars looked at each other and could only smile dryly at this time, and said, "The prince is a prince, the prince's teacher, and it is barely enough to call him the Grand Tutor..."

In fact, they certainly knew the difference, but the position of the prince at this time was even more important than the emperor in the palace, and it was inevitable that he would be easy to talk about.

Seeing this, Huang Zong sighed in his heart. He knew that Wu Zhi's orthodox position was already deeply rooted in Dingzhou, and his idea of ​​not being a minister is almost well known to everyone.

But everyone knows it, but it is calm and there are even many people who are happy and inspiring. Even Confucians accept it unconsciously and regard the other party's son as orthodox. This influence is terrifying and terrifying, and thinking is chilling.

"It's not too late, and people are already waiting in the palace. I'll ask the teacher to get on the carriage!"

Several Confucian scholars bowed and said again.

"Um!"

Huang Zong nodded and came outside the academy. Sure enough, he saw a carriage parked and pulled it on a double horse. Although it was not very gorgeous outside, it was very comfortable inside, and there was almost no bump when walking.

"Master Huang is polite. The villain is Wang He, an official of the Dingwang Mansion. This is your entry and exit card. Please keep it!"

On the carriage, a young man wearing a soap robe and calm expression bowed and handed over another lunch box: "Sir, get up early, haven't eaten yet, right? Please use some more!"

"Thank you!"

When Huang Zong opened it, he saw that there were mostly steamed buns and snacks, and there was no soup. Unexpectedly, he picked up a piece of white rabbit cake and ate it. He felt that it was very sweet. The other side dishes were mainly light, which obviously took good care of his taste.

"This is made by several northern chefs in the royal palace kitchen. I hope it will be as good as the old man's taste!"

Wang He explained with a smile.

"Have you read a book?"

Huang Zong chatted with him for a few words, but he felt that Wang He was very knowledgeable and did not look like a vulgar person, so he couldn't help asking.

"I have been through three years of hard work. However, compared with the same period, how dare I compete with the sun and the moon for light? I am satisfied to be able to handle miscellaneous tasks in the palace!"

Nowadays, officials can be promoted and have an official position when they reach their age or make great contributions.

Especially after the system gradually becomes sound, all officials, unless they are exceptional, have to go to the grassroots level, so no one is ashamed of.

Especially the minor officials of the royal family can get close to the power center. If they are lucky enough to be appreciated by noble people, they will rise to the top in the future.

Wang He said that he was the light of fireflies, but he was actually very modest.

‘I heard that the scale of Wuzhen examinations has been expanding year by year. Now it seems that even the little officials who fight food have such a level, which is really terrifying and terrifying…’

When Huang Zong saw a leaf and knew about autumn, he suddenly felt a deep sense of awe in his heart.

The most important thing for a regime is execution, and the element of execution lies in an elite bureaucratic group.

In the early days of the founding of the country, the politics of the above were clear and the above words could be truly implemented, so naturally the world would be peaceful. However, in the chaotic times, various corruptions frequently occurred. During natural disasters, even if the court was willing to provide disaster relief, after the decadent bureaucrats turned over and deducted them from layer by layer, the victims would probably not be able to be in the hands of the victims. This is a sign of the end of the dynasty.

Now, with such a group of high-quality officials serving as grassroots administration, it is completely possible to do not mention anything else, at least the upward issuance and smooth government orders.

This can mobilize the power of the entire system during wartime, and be united in the top and bottom, and naturally it is invincible.

Wang He naturally didn't know that Huang Zong had seen so many things from a little official. After a while, the carriage slowly stopped and came to the Ding Palace.

This palace was just a reconstruction of the original state palace palace, striving to be frugal. It does not look luxurious from the outside, but it has a grand and solemn atmosphere.

Especially around the palace, there are always elite soldiers patrolling, complete armor and bright swords and arrows. They are obviously first-class elites, heroes in the army who can kill wolves and fight tigers.

After Huang Zong got off the car, he felt several secret gazes coming, which made him feel trembling all over.

"Wait card!"

A guard team stepped forward and carefully checked the two people's entry and exit tokens before they let them go.

The token in Huang Zong's hand was also taken back, which was obviously just a one-time thing, which made him a little regretful and he felt even more awesome.

"Sir, please wait in the side hall for now!"

Wang He led Huang Zong to a side hall, and immediately a maid who smiled and fell in love with him brought the tea cup. The tea inside was like jade, with a strange fragrance, and it was refreshing when you smell it.

Even though Huang Zong took a sip, he couldn't help but feel excited: "Good tea!"

He is also a person who cares about food and fine stew. He is also a master of literary world. He has a family style when he uses it. However, this kind of fragrant tea is unheard of or seen.

"If the guest likes it, let me go and report to the master, bring two pounds when leaving!"

Seeing this, the maid pursed her lips and smiled, and the silver bell-like laughter resounded in the small hall.

"Oh? Thank you..."

Huang Zong looked up slightly and saw that the slave was fifteen or sixteen years old. He had two maids on his head and a bright red beauty mole on his eyebrows. He smiled and had two dimples. His seemingly childish face actually had a little charm. He knew that this woman had a charming look inside. If she put it outside, she might have become the forbidden corpse of the head of a certain aristocratic family, but in the palace, she was just a choice for slaves to welcome and send off.

Fortunately, he was well educated, but he was a little surprised, his face remained unchanged, and he quickly took a sip of tea. He felt that a stream of ice thread came down from his throat and entered his abdomen, and a warm air gradually emerged, reaching his limbs and bones, and his whole body was comfortable and beautiful, and he couldn't help but be shocked again.

‘This tea seems to have spiritual energy… Even in the immortal gate, it is difficult to enjoy it all the time. I don’t want the royal palace on earth, but there are such immortal treasures in the wealth…’

But Huang Zong waited for a long time to taste tea for two hours.

It was not until after changing the fifth pot of tea that a clear voice came: "Are you Huang Zong?"

This sound is clear and like a match between ice and jade, and it is naturally not a woman, but from the mouth of a young man.

Huang Zong looked up and saw a young man in the goose robe walking in casually, his expression leisurely and indifferent, as if nothing in this world could move him. He seemed to be less than twenty years old, but his eyes were as gentle as jade, full of wisdom after seeing all the world and the world.

He has seen countless people in his life, but never one person can give him the same feeling.

"That's right, you are Mr. Wu in front of you?"

Huang Zong hurriedly bowed.

He is also a wise man, so he naturally knows that he can be so calm in the palace, as if he is walking leisurely in the backyard of his own. Apart from King Ding, there is only the rumored husband of King Ding.

Then I suddenly remembered that his student only said that the royal palace was summoned, and Wang He only said that an adult wanted to see him, and did not explicitly say that it was King Ding himself.

Now it seems that this time, the one who wants to see him is Mr. Wu.

"Have you met Mr. Wu!"

After seeing Wu Ming nodding and admitting, Huang Zong hurriedly saluted again.

To be honest, since Wu Zhi became famous all over the world, the princes and various forces have not relaxed their investigations on her for a moment, and Wu Ming, as his husband, is naturally not spared.

However, he usually doesn't see his head but his tail, and most of the spies can find it. The only series of confusing things he did before was confused by the playboy. Many princes were puzzled.

But Huang Zong knew very well that the young man in front of him was definitely not an ordinary mortal.

Otherwise, how could he marry Prince Ding, and even take Princess Duanrui as his concubine!?

"Huang Zong, you are a great scholar. I don't need to ask about academic matters!"

Wu Ming smiled slightly: "This time I called you to come, it is indeed for my son to choose Master Meng. I have a question, can you answer?"

In his eyes, Huang Zong's cultivation was pretty good. At least the Confucianism's great body had been greatly improved, and the name of a great Confucian scholar was not false.

But if the concepts are not consistent, then you still can't choose, otherwise you will be in trouble with your son and there is no way to deal with it.

"Please ask a question!"

Huang Zong sorted out his clothes and said solemnly.

"My family has its own system, which is based on the impurities of overlordship. Can we use Confucianism and Law purely?"

Wu Mingran asked.

"this……"

Huang Zong was hesitant all of a sudden. This was actually not difficult to answer, it was just a choice of attitude and path.

Obviously, the other party will definitely not accept the idea of ​​respecting Confucianism. Now I just ask him whether he still has to stick to this.

When he reached his great scholar who had cultivation, his words and deeds were directed at his original heart, lying or something, and he couldn't even get through this level of his own.

"Don't worry, old man, you can't think of it. You can go back and think about it slowly. When will you think of the answer, and when will you tell me again!"

Wu Ming waved his hand, and the two maids immediately stepped forward, and gave the guests softly.

Seeing this, Huang Zong sighed leisurely, knowing that King Ding would definitely not let himself become the prince's teacher alone, which would be too easy to affect.

At this time, I could only get up and say goodbye.

Wu Ming looked at his back and said nothing.

With his supernatural power of looking at the spirit and distinguishing people, he called Huang Zong here this time just to take a look.
Chapter completed!