When Huang Zong got up early in the morning, several Confucian scholars came up to greet him, their faces were full of joy: "Teacher is overjoyed!"
"Oh? Where does the joy come from?"
After Huang Zong took the towel, he wiped his face slowly with hot water, and his every move was calm and unhurried. This kind of energy-cultivating skill immediately made other Confucian scholars feel ashamed.
"Prince Ding's residence has a decree to summon the teacher. The son has reached the age of enlightenment. With the teacher's literary talent and prestige, who can give you the position of Taifu?"
Although Wu Zhi used Confucian scholars for their ability and talent, other Confucian scholars also had the desire to become famous. Seeing that the way of King Ding could not be followed, it was reasonable to follow the way of Prince Ding and bet on the future.
"Be careful!"
After hearing this, Huang Zong's expression changed: "The son is not yet a prince, and if he is called a grand tutor, where do we start?"
The Confucian scholars looked at each other, and could only answer with a dry smile: "The son is a prince, the prince's teacher, and he can barely be called a master..."
In fact, of course they knew the difference, but the status of the son at this time was even more important than that of the emperor in the palace, so it was inevitable to say it for a while.
Seeing this, Huang Zong sighed in his heart, knowing that Wu Zhi's orthodox position was already deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in Dingzhou, and the idea of not being a minister was almost known to everyone.
It's just that everyone knows it, but it's peaceful, and there are even many people who are rejoicing. Even the Confucians accept it unconsciously, and treat the son of the other party as orthodox. I shuddered.
"It's getting late, people from the palace are already waiting, please get the teacher into the carriage!"
Several Confucian scholars bowed again and said.
"Um!"
Huang Zong nodded, and when he came outside the academy, he saw a carriage parked and rode with two horses. Although the outside was not very gorgeous, the inside was very comfortable, and he hardly felt any bumps when walking.
"Grandmaster Huang is very polite. The villain is Wang He, a member of Prince Ding's residence. This is your access card. Please keep it!"
On the carriage, a calm young man in a soap robe saluted with a smile, and handed over another lunch box: "Sir, you got up early, haven't you eaten yet? Please use some more!"
"Thank you!"
Huang Zong opened it and saw that there were mostly steamed buns and snacks inside, without any soup, so it would not be spilled. He picked up a piece of white rabbit cake and ate it. He found it very sweet. The other side dishes were mainly light, which was obviously delicious Take care of your taste.
"This is made by a few northern cooks in the palace kitchen, I hope it still suits the old man's taste!"
Wang He smiled and explained beside him.
"Have you ever read a book?"
Huang Zong chatted with him for a few words, but felt that Wang He was very knowledgeable and not like a vulgar person, so he couldn't help asking.
"Three years in the cold window, I was lucky enough to pass the exam, but compared to the same period, how dare I compete with the sun and the moon when I am no more than the light of fireflies? I am already satisfied to be able to handle chores in the palace!"
Today's officials can be promoted and have an official status when they reach their age limit or make great contributions.
Especially after the system is gradually improved, all officials, unless there are special cases, have to go to the grassroots, so no one is ashamed.
Especially the small officials in the palace, who can get close to the center of power, if they are lucky enough to be appreciated by the nobles, it will be nothing but easy for them to rise to the top in the future.
Wang He said that he is the light of the firefly, but he is actually very humble.
"I heard that the scale of Wuzhen's examinations has been expanding year after year. Now it seems that even the little official fighting food has such a level. It is really terrifying..."
Seeing that one leaf can tell autumn, Huang Zong felt a deep sense of awe in his heart.
The most important thing about a regime is its executive power, and the element of executive power lies in an elite bureaucratic group.
In the early days of the founding of the country, the politics were clear, and the above orders and metaphors could be truly implemented, and the world would naturally be at peace. After the embezzlement, none of them will be in the hands of the victims. This is a sign of the end of the dynasty.
But now, with such a group of high-quality officials serving as the grassroots administration, it is completely possible to at least issue orders from above and smooth government orders, among other things.
This can mobilize the power of the entire system in wartime, and the whole system will be invincible naturally.
Naturally, Wang He didn't know that Huang Zong had seen so many things from his little official. After driving for a while, the carriage stopped slowly and arrived in front of Prince Ding's Mansion.
This royal palace is just the reconstruction of the original State Shepherd's Mansion, and it strives to be frugal. It doesn't look very luxurious from the outside, but it has a majestic and solemn atmosphere.
Especially around the palace, there are elite soldiers patrolling all the time, with complete armor and bright swords and arrows. Obviously, they are all first-class elites, heroes in the army who can kill wolves and tigers.
After Huang Zong got out of the car, he felt several eyes from the dark watching him, which made him tremble all over.
"Waist card!"
A team of guards stepped forward and carefully checked the entry and exit tokens of the two before letting them go.
And the token in Huang Zong's hand was also taken back, obviously it was only a one-time thing, which made him feel a little pity, and felt even more awe-inspiring.
"Mr. please wait in the side hall for the time being!"
Wang He led Huang Zong to a side hall. Immediately, an amiable maid with a sweet smile brought a teacup. The green tea in it was like jasper, with a strange fragrance, and just smelling it made people feel refreshed.
Even Huang Zong, after taking a sip, couldn't help but cheer up: "Good tea!"
He is also a person who pays attention to food and tastes, and is a master in the literary world. He has a family style in every use, but this kind of fragrant tea has never been heard or seen.
"If the guest likes it, let the servants go and report to the master, and take two catties with them when they leave!"
Seeing this, the maid pursed her lips and smiled, and the silver bell-like laughter resounded in the small hall.
"Oh? Thanks a lot..."
Huang Zong raised his head slightly, and saw that this servant girl was fifteen or sixteen years old, with two maid buns tied on her head, a bright red beauty spot on the center of her brow, two dimples when she smiled, and a childlike face. Even with a bit of charm, I know that this girl has an inner charm, if she is placed outside, she might become the taboo of the head of some aristocratic family, but in the palace, she is just the choice of a servant who welcomes and sends her off.
Fortunately, he has a deep self-cultivation, but he was slightly surprised, his face remained unchanged, and he quickly took a sip of tea, only to feel a stream of ice running down his throat, and after entering his stomach, he gradually felt a wave of warmth , accessible to all limbs and bones, the whole body is comfortable and beautiful, and I can't help being surprised again.
"This tea seems to have aura... Even in the fairy gate, it is difficult to enjoy it often. I don't think that there are such fairy treasures in the palace of the world, among the wealth..."
It's just that Huang Zong waited for two full hours for this tea.
It wasn't until the fifth pot of tea was changed that a clear voice came: "Are you Huang Zong?"
This voice is clear and clear, like ice and jade hitting each other, it is naturally not a woman, but a young man's mouth.
Huang Zong looked up, and saw a young man in Gepao casually walking in, with a leisurely and indifferent expression, as if nothing in this world could move him. He seemed to be less than twenty years old, but his eyes Gentle as jade, full of a kind of wisdom after reading all kinds of things in the world and the world of mortals.
He has met countless people in his life, but there has never been one person who can give him the same feeling.
"That's right, your Excellency is Mr. Wu in person?"
Huang Zong hurriedly saluted.
He is also a wise person, so he naturally knows that besides King Ding, there is only the rumored husband-in-law of King Ding who can walk in the palace so calmly, as if he was strolling in his own backyard.
Only then did he suddenly remember that his student only said that the palace had a call, and Wang He only said that an adult wanted to see him, and did not explicitly mention that it was King Ding himself.
Now it seems that it was Mr. Wu who wanted to see him on the spur of the moment.
"Meet Mr. Wu!"
After seeing Wu Ming nodding in recognition, Huang Zong hurriedly saluted again.
To be honest, since Wu Pheasant 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 her husband, is naturally not immune.
It's just that he usually doesn't know the beginning and the end, and most of the spies can find out, only a series of stupid things done by the dude before, which puzzled many princes.
But Huang Zong was quite clear that the young man in front of him was by no means an ordinary person.
Otherwise, with the dignity of King Ding, how could he commit himself to marry, and even take Princess Duanrui as his concubine!
"Huang Zong, you are a great Confucian, so I don't need to ask about academic matters!"
Wu Ming smiled slightly: "I called you here this time, it is indeed for my son to choose a mentor. I have a question, can you answer it?"
In his eyes, Huang Zong's cultivation is not bad, at least the awe-inspiring body of Confucianism has been completed, and the name of great Confucianism is not false.
But if the ideas don't match, then you still can't choose, otherwise you will ruin your own son, then there is really no reason to go.
"Also ask the son to ask questions!"
Huang Zong straightened his clothes and said solemnly.
"My family has its own system, which is purely based on Confucianism and Law."
Wu Ming asked leisurely.
"this… "
Huang Zong fell into hesitation at once, which is actually not difficult to answer, it is just a choice of attitude and path.
Obviously, the other party will definitely not accept the idea of dominating Confucianism, and now I am asking him if he still insists on this.
When it comes to a great Confucian like him, every word and deed is directed at the heart, lying or something, first of all, he can't even pass this test.
"Don't worry, old man. If you can't figure it out, you can go back and think about it slowly. When you have figured out the answer, come back and tell me!"
Wu Ming waved his hand, and the two maids stepped forward immediately, seeing off the guests in soft voices.
Seeing this, Huang Zong sighed leisurely, knowing that King Ding would definitely not allow himself to be the teacher of the eldest son, it would be too easy to influence.
At this time, I could only stand up and say goodbye.
But Wu Ming looked at his back, but remained silent.
With his supernatural powers of gazing and distinguishing people, he called Huang Zong over this time just to take a look.
Under this glance, whether it is hiding evil intentions or pure reasoning, what is the mastermind behind it, has contacts with those ministers, and there is almost nothing to hide in the luck.