Bingzi, February 17th of the first year of Yuanyou.

Brother Zhong Jianzhong was led to Jiying Hall.

When their brothers arrived, there were already many people waiting here.

There are also many civil servants and high-ranking officials who serve as nobles.

The arrival of their brothers attracted some people's attention.

Cheng Yi was even more surprised, and then walked over.

"Uncle Yi, Duan Ru..." He cupped his hands and said, "Xian Kunzhong is here too?"

The two of them immediately bowed and bowed.

Especially Zhong Jianzhong, who greeted each other with disciple etiquette: "Well, Mr. Yichuan!"

When Zhong Jianzhong was studying at Hengqu Academy in the past, he traveled to various places with Zhang Zai and became familiar with geography.

This is the homework of Hengqu School.

Zhang Zai was opposed to studying to death and studying to death.

I believe that the theory in the book must be combined with reality.

Naturally, I also took these students to Yigao Academy in Luoyang.

"My brother is here to serve as a military attache to the imperial family and his companions..."

"The official ordered my brother to teach the art of physical fitness..."

"Good!" Cheng Yi nodded.

When the fellow readers who were close to him heard these conversations, they immediately stood up and came to Brother Zhong Jianzhong, bowing and saying hello one by one.

Just like they were in front of the banquet officials.

This is true even for the noble sons recommended by the Gao family.

This made Brother Zhong Jianzhong feel pressured.

The emperor's companions these days were either the children of the Prime Minister's family, or the yamen of noble relatives such as the Cao family and the Yang family.

I can only force myself to remain calm and return the favor one by one.

Cheng Yi had already said goodbye and left at this time.

He returned to the team of banquet officials, met the eyes of his colleagues, and said softly: "The person coming is the grandson of Zhong Gong Shiheng..."

"The elder, whose name is Jianzhong, also named Uncle Yi, once studied under Hengqu School, and had a few encounters with someone..."

The eyes of the banquet officials all lit up.

A farmer?

Lu Dafang and Fan Chunren, who were relatively familiar with border intelligence, were even more thoughtful.

"Has the E-breeding thing gone out of the limelight?" they thought.

Especially Fan Chunren, his younger brother Fan Chunren personally handled the case of the Yao Zhong'e inheritance list on Yanyan Road just two years ago.

So he knows the inside story better.

Zhong E simply failed because he trusted the inhumane and paid for his past recklessness.

After all, by the time a general military minister reaches the position of Zhong E, he already has a high degree of mutual trust with the royal family.

The emperor generally would not doubt the loyalty of military ministers of this level.

But planting E is different!

His life was full of resistance, running away, and disobeying orders...

Although, many things proved in the end that his choice was the right one.

But it was precisely this that left little trust in him in front of the late emperor.

The suicide note case is just the total outbreak of all conflicts and problems.

The suspicion and distrust of the past came to a head after Zhong E's death.

Thinking of this, Fan Chunren couldn't help but look back and saw the last brother Zhong Jianzhong standing quietly in the hall.

In my heart, I naturally have some thoughts.

When he turned around, he saw someone who was also looking at Brother Zhong Jianzhong like him.

Lu Xizhe!

When Fan Chunren discovered Lu Xizhe, Lu Xizhe also discovered him.

The two looked at each other and smiled, but their eyes were different.

…

Brother Zhong Jianzhong, I just got to know my fellow readers.

Behind the Jiying Hall, the sound of drumming could be heard.

A minister stood on the imperial steps in the palace, waving the clean whip in his hand.

Snapped!

The whip tears the air.

"His Majesty the Emperor has arrived!"

The two brothers Zhong Jianzhong quickly followed the others and bowed to greet him.

"I respectfully welcome His Majesty the Emperor..."

"Hail, His Majesty the Emperor!"

Then I saw a young man wearing a Chu yellow robe and a small and cute special-made futou, surrounded by dozens of female officials with royal equipment, appearing from the corridor behind the palace.

He climbed up the steps and walked to the palace, but did not sit on the throne in the palace.

Instead, he stood in front of the imperial steps and said softly: "I pay my respects... Your Majesty, please excuse me..."

Wait until everyone raises their heads.

I watched this young official walk down from the hall, came to the hall, faced the banquet officials, raised his hands and saluted: "Last year, I thanked you for your troubles in teaching me, and this year I should ask you to do your best!"

"I and others are frightened..." The noble minister, the lecturer, led three lecturers wearing only green robes, and the storytellers collectively leaned over: "Your majesty has taught you the wisdom of heaven. I am afraid that what I have learned is shallow and I cannot do it."

Describe the ways of saints and kings..."

This is really not their modesty.

Last year's scripture feast was only a few months old.

But it was those few months that allowed the banquet officials to fully appreciate His Majesty's wisdom.

He knows almost everything at once, and can often draw inferences about other cases at sutra banquets.

Sometimes, you can even ask questions that the sages could not ask.

Therefore, in the eyes of the banquet officials, this majesty must and must be the future king of the Song Dynasty!

Everyone's heart contains enthusiasm and is full of passion.

Behind the banquet officials, the accompanying readers and Brother Zhong Jianzhong could only lower their heads during the process, not daring to raise their eyes at all.

But the official, after bowing to the banquet officials, walked up to them.

Then, he said softly to his companions: "All of you sages, all of you, are my ministers after the Duke of the Song Dynasty, and have been ministers of hairpins for generations..."

"Since you are reading with me, you should be my wings..."

Everyone hurriedly knelt down and said: "I respectfully obey His Majesty the Emperor's imperial edict... I am afraid that my talents are shallow and morally weak, and my Majesty's holy name will be damaged..."

I heard the little official say: "Confucius said: In a city with ten houses, there must be loyalty and trust; if there are three people walking together, there must be one who is my teacher!"

"The poem goes: It's as easy as cutting, exchanging, polishing!"

"Young ladies, please don't underestimate yourself!"

Among the seven companions, three are the descendants of the prime minister, and four are the descendants of the noble relatives.

Everyone has their part to play!

What's more, among these seven people, Zhang Chi and Lu Haowen both have talents that are at least waiting to be mastered.

The seven young companions, listening to the official's encouragement, were all flushed and excited.

After all, they are still young!

The oldest Akiramochi has just turned eighteen.

People at this age are the most enthusiastic and most energetic.

People of this age are not likely to care about the pros and cons.

People of this age have not yet been polluted by the filth of officialdom.
To be continued...