All the officials were delighted, and some young officials clenched their fists, their faces full of excitement.
However, no officials from the left-wing prime minister's party could laugh.
Although Minister Ou had been the vanguard to embarrass Fang Yun, the Left Prime Minister only made a brief summary at the end, which should not damage the Left Prime Minister's reputation. However, the last word from Chen Shengci was shocking, which was no different from a semi-saint directly participating in government affairs.
Officials from the Left Prime Minister's party were weighing the issue in their minds.
Although Chen Guanhai is a semi-saint, he will never do anything too radical before his death. It is impossible for him to completely offend the saint families of Qing and Wu. Otherwise, when he dies, once the Zong family and other families join forces, the Chen family will inevitably decline rapidly.
The possibility of Jing State's destruction is as high as 90%. Although the Left Prime Minister is now showing signs of decline, Qing State's national strength is still there and the Emperor is extremely young. These are huge advantages that the Left Prime Minister possesses.
If they follow the Left Prime Minister and assist the Saint in his holy path, once the Saint finally becomes the Sub-Saint, their own literary status will inevitably rise and reach a level that was previously impossible, the Fukuzawa clan.
If he continued to devote himself to Jing State, once Jing State was destroyed, he would only be reduced to an idle official. With his own talents, it would be difficult for him to be promoted to a civil service position.
After weighing the pros and cons, many wavering officials calmed down.
Ou Mo smiled and said, "Congratulations to the Duke of Zhenguo for conquering Xiangzhou. If he wins, everyone will be happy. But if he fails, and my Jing country is laughed at by other countries and becomes a laughing stock, what will the Duke of Zhenguo do?"
"Why should I report to you for what I have done?" Fang Yun's tone was cold, and every word was as sharp as a sword.
Ou Mo noticed from the corner of his eye that many officials were showing mockery, so he suppressed his anger and said, "You don't need to give me, Ou Mo, an explanation, but if you fail, you must give an explanation to Jingguo!"
"What if I win the war of words? Your previous words and deeds are equivalent to obstructing the recovery of lost territory. Do you have to give an explanation to Jingguo as well?" Fang Yun asked back.
"I am only discussing state affairs as a minister. This is my due right. Why do I need to explain?" Ou Mo said seriously.
"The position of the Minister gives you the power to discuss politics, not the power to disrupt politics! You sit in the position of Minister, but you don't know right from wrong and just open your mouth to criticize. What's the use of you! When I come back from Qing Kingdom, I will definitely impeach you for being a minister who only holds the position for nothing!"
"You... this is outrageous. How can you defame someone in public!" Ou Mo was furious.
The officials were laughing. Fang Yun was a pseudo-saint of the country. If he said that Ou Mo was a "minister of words", it would be known to the whole country in a few days.
Ji Zhibai looked at Ou Mo with deep sympathy.
Right Prime Minister Cao De'an joked, "Minister Ou, why should you be angry? Since Fang Xusheng has named you the 'Minister of Lip', you will most likely go down in history because of this, which is indeed a great thing. I wonder how many people in the court envy you for being given a title by the Xusheng."
"Prime Minister Cao is right! Minister Ou, why don't you thank Saint Fang Xu for not letting bygones be bygones and granting you the title?"
"He's just a minister in words, but he's actually praising me. He's praising Minister Ou for his eloquence and his sharp tongue!"
"indeed!"
All the officials ridiculed Ou Mo. They were not in a position to speak before, but they hated Ou Mo and Liu Shan. They were so angry that they had no place to vent. Now that the cabinet has made a decision and the matter has been settled, there is no need for them to tolerate it anymore.
After all, Ou Mo was just a mouth, and no way could he withstand the ridicule from hundreds of people. He was so angry that he almost stormed out.
When she saw that everyone had almost finished mocking her, the empress dowager coughed lightly and asked all the officials to stop.
The Queen Mother said, "Since the cabinet has passed the resolution, I cannot stop it. I will immediately approve it on behalf of the king, allowing Fang Xu Shengwen to fight against Qing Kingdom!"
"The King is wise! The Queen Mother is wise!" All the officials shouted loudly.
The Queen Mother continued, "The literary war for a state is a big deal, and we should have made full preparations, but Fang Xusheng is about to take up his post in Ning'an, and there is no time to delay. He must go to Qing State today, and the literary war will take place tomorrow. In this case, we will skip the red tape, and let the Minister of Personnel and the Minister of Literature arrange the entourage and itinerary, and ask the great scholars of the Holy Academy to escort him."
Minister of Personnel Mao Enzheng said, "Your Majesty, the Duke of Zhenguo is ultimately a virtual saint. If the ceremony is based on the Duke's, then we have to go to the capital of Qing to meet the King of Qing. If the ceremony is based on the virtual saint's, then we have to send a letter to Qing, and let Qing decide the etiquette."
The Queen Mother nodded and said, "What do you think, Lord Fang?"
Fang Yun sat steadily on the soft chair, his expression calm, and said: "Let Qingjun go to Xiangzhou to see me."
"Good!" Some officials cheered softly.
"This is the bearing of a virtual saint. What can a mere Qing Jun do to you!"
"In times of war, he is the Duke of Zhenguo. In normal times, he is the Sage Fangxu. The great etiquette cannot be violated!"
However, Ao Huang rolled his eyes and laughed. It was obvious that Qing Jun had ordered a strict investigation of the Fang family library. Naturally, it was impossible for Fang Yun to go to meet Qing Jun. He could only force Qing Jun to meet him by using his virtual saint status.
"What if Mr. Qing claims to be sick and refuses to see us?" Qiao Juze said helplessly.
"Then this Saint will sit in the hall and fight against Xiangzhou as the Lord of Xiangzhou!" Fang Yun said.
The officials suddenly realized.
He Ludong laughed and said, "Except for the Half Saint, no one in Qing Country has a higher status than Fang Xu Sheng. Only Qing Jun can barely be on equal footing. The old patriarch of the Xun family can sit with Fang Xu Sheng, but he will never go. If Qing Jun doesn't go, the scene will definitely not be a literary battle, but more like Xiangzhou officials welcoming the Saint. I would rather Qing Jun not go."
The officials couldn't help laughing when they thought of the scene where all the officials in Xiangzhou pinched their noses and went out of the city hundreds of miles to welcome Fang Yun,
Not to mention the ten scholars who were good at literary warfare, the feeling of paying homage to the enemy before fighting was even more indescribable than breaking a five-flavor bottle.
"What a pity! If the king were here, he could just go three miles out of the city." Qiao Juze looked regretful.
"Take me there." Ao Huang pleaded in a low voice behind Fang Yun.
"If you go, won't that cause the East Sea Dragon Palace and Qing Kingdom to become enemies?"
"I'm not going there as Prince Huang. I'm going there as... the coach of the Dragon Vein Demon Barbarians you hired."
"Okay." Fang Yun nodded.
When the struggle in Fengtian Palace of Jing State ended, a wave of disturbance arose in the Nuzhi tribe far away in Wu State.
The Nuzhi tribe is a vassal tribe of the human race composed of tamed monsters and barbarians. It is directly under the jurisdiction of the Dongsheng Pavilion, but because it is within the territory of the Wu State, it can also be dispatched by the Wu State Marshal's Office at ordinary times.
The demons and barbarians have many beliefs, and more than half of them believe in the illusory demon gods and barbarian gods, believing that they are more powerful than the living ancestor gods. However, some demons and barbarians only believe in the real ancestor gods, great saints or semi-saints, and even non-demon ancestor gods such as Zulong and Confucius are also believed by demons and barbarians.
The total number of monsters and barbarians in the Nuzhi tribe was originally over 100,000, but in order to prepare to resist the invasion of the Cao barbarians, they annexed the other domesticated tribes and suddenly became a giant tribe with a total number of monsters and barbarians reaching 300,000.
Three hundred thousand demons and barbarians believe in various gods or totems, totaling more than five hundred.
Some believe in the ancestor god Luanmang, some believe in the legendary grandfather of Luanmang, some believe in the evil dragon that suppresses the evil spirit, some worship thunder, some worship Confucius, and some worship the ancestor of demons as gods. The list goes on.
As the Nuzhi tribe grew stronger, conflicts arose among the barbarians from different tribes who worshipped the same god.
Just after noon, more than a thousand demons and barbarians came to an open space in the Nuzhi tribe. The thousand demons and barbarians were divided into seven teams. Behind the leader of each team there were demons and barbarians holding up totems of faith. These totems had different colors and styles, but they had one thing in common.
The center of the totem is a full moon.
That is the symbol of the moon god.
"I have dreamed of the Moon Goddess. I am a true Moon dweller!" roared a bear demon commander.
.(To be continued..)