I, the Prince of Qin

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Part 66 Chapter [-]

　　The imperial interview was conducted in the side hall of the palace.

　　There were a dozen or so people who came to participate in the interview in front of the imperial palace, and none of them had ever entered the palace. They were all very nervous, waiting for His Majesty and His Royal Highness to be summoned.

　　Tea and snacks were placed in the preparation hall, and some people drank water one after another, drinking cup after cup, like refugees who had just climbed out of the desert.

　　There are also people who don't touch anything at all, close their eyes and pretend to be resting. In fact, if you look closely, you will find that his face is blue and his hands and feet are shaking.

　　There was no chatter in the entire hall, only the occasional clink of teacups.

　　There were also guards standing close by, expressionless, and the tense air made the stomach twitch.

　　These people are the outstanding people who came to the imperial capital from all over the country, and they all have confidence in their abilities, but this is in the palace!

　　In the past, no matter how talented people like me were, they were classified as people of the three religions and nine ranks. Those nobles and officials didn't take themselves seriously at all, but now they have to meet Her Majesty the Queen directly.

　　There has never been an example of this kind of summoning and examination for all citizens in the past.

　　Here, all of them are warriors who eat crabs for the first time!

　　"West Water Village, Cole, your Majesty has summoned, come in."

　　An inner attendant walked out of the inner hall and read out a person's name aloud.

　　After reading it once, there was no response, frowning, and reading it again, only then did a middle-aged man suddenly stand up from his seat, "We are we are! We are!"

　　With a sound of "dang", he accidentally touched the teacup to the ground and fell into pieces.

　　There was a slight laugh in the hall.

　　But more people can't laugh.

　　That middle-aged man, many people know, is quite famous.He was born as an hunter, but he was self-taught. He once led villagers with less than a hundred people, and uprooted several thieves who had repeatedly harassed villages and towns regardless of nobles and local officials.

　　Later, many villagers were persuaded not to join the rebels in the south, and a tight civilian defense network was even established to prevent the infiltration of the rebels.

　　When the local army was retreating under the invasion and harassment of the foreign nationality, the village where he was located became a steel nail that was driven into the interior of the armed forces of the foreign nationality, firmly strangling the throat of the foreign nationality.

　　Even with absolutely unfavorable civilian armed forces, they repeatedly broke through the ferocious encirclement of foreign nations in desperate situations.

　　Many locals call him "Miracle Cole".

　　Even such a person is so nervous that the rest of the people are not much better at all.

　　Cole went in for about half an hour and floated out in a state of dismay.

　　"How is it?" "How do you feel? Is your Majesty good to talk?" "What have you been asked?"

　　It was like a group of rookie students looking for a job, breaking the silence one after another, and stepped forward to ask questions.

　　"No...I don't know..." Cole had a soul running out of his mouth.

　　"The face of the saint is over, don't stay, leave quickly!" The servant rushed out mercilessly.

　　The hall fell silent again.

　　It's okay, it's okay, although "Miracle Cole" has outstanding abilities, he is semi-illiterate. He must write better books than him, and Mian Sage will perform better than him!

　　Calm down...one cloud...two clouds...three clouds...two clouds...how many clouds?

　　Hurry up and recite the booklet again while you still have time, and you must not answer irrelevant questions and contradict yourself!

　　Everyone's various thoughts, the tense air, almost freezes into ice.

　　After a while, the servant came to call again.

　　One person, then one person.

　　Rhine was the fifth to be called in.

　　He has more confidence in himself than others.

　　From a relatively wealthy family, he has received formal education since childhood and is known as a gifted boy. Whether it is arithmetic, business, or political strategy, he has a talent far beyond ordinary people.

　　He is unforgettable, has read a lot of books, has clever calculations, and is cold and rational. In the eyes of many peers, he is almost an incomprehensible monster.

　　He had accurately predicted the secret movements of the rebels, and even before the rebels had just appeared, he had put forward a detailed strategy to the local officials to kill them in the cradle.

　　It's a pity that stupid noble officials burnt it down.

　　In the previous several audits, almost all the auditors were full of praise for him, including the current minister Jolly, and the general Bud.

　　Before he came to the final face-to-face, he had already done everything he could to prepare, and I believed that with his talent, he would never be worse than others!

　　With this in mind, Rhine strode into the inner hall.

　　In the splendid inner hall, there is solemn silence.

　　The guards were separated on both sides, and several ministers sat at the bottom, looked at the people who came in, and started busy with the things at hand, without wasting any time.

　　A secretary was in the corner, ready to write and record the entire interview process.

　　On the front of the inner hall, on the high platform, behind the jade table, were two people.

　　One was petite, dressed in imperial robes, with a cuteness in majesty; the other was a black-haired boy.

　　These two young people are the current Her Majesty the Queen and the future Prince.

　　So young, much younger than me.

　　It doesn't matter, as long as you answer calmly, with your own genius, you will definitely be reused!

　　After taking a breath, Rhine finished his kneeling prayers in a standard manner, prepared his belly, and was about to speak.

　　"What kind of stuff did you write!?" Over there, Mo Zhe suddenly picked up a handwritten booklet and smashed it in front of him.

　　"Crack!" fell to the ground, not only Rhine was stunned, but even the little queen next to him and the officials and officials who were present to observe the record were stunned.

　　"I...below...little man..." Suddenly being scolded, Rhine found that the response plan he had planned in advance in his mind suddenly disappeared, and his voice was a little uncontrollable.

　　Mo Zhe still had a shit-eating expression on his face, and pointed to the booklet on the ground: "Take it up and see for yourself! What the hell is it written!? , you're going to be the emperor!?"

　　Rhine was scolded until his head was a little dumb, and subconsciously picked up the booklet to read-

　　Lying down, lying down, lying down!

　　Your Royal Highness!You got the wrong book!

　　I didn't write this one! !

　　Rhine entered a complete ignorance mode.

　　Want to say?Want to say?Want to point out the mistakes of His Royal Highness?Pointed out that His Royal Highness will be embarrassed and unable to step down, give me small shoes in the future, or even just brush me off?But do I have to carry this pot?Will there be a problem with this pot?If you say the wrong thing in front of the emperor, you will go to jail!How to do how to do?Hurry up!My grey brain cells! !

　　Rhine was anxious and dazed for a while, and did not understand what Mo Zhe said after that. When he recovered, Mo Zhe waved his hands impatiently and told him to get out.

　　Rhine floated out of the inner hall and looked blankly at the companions who came to the imperial interview together.

　　"How's it going? How's it going?" "Give me a hint!" "Don't be dazed!"

　　Rhine said: "..."

　　"The face of the saint is over, don't stay, leave quickly!" The servant rushed out.

　　Then, another person, got up to prepare for the baptism.

　　In the inner hall, Mo Zhe asked someone to pick up the booklet on the ground.Because the booklet that was thrown out and smashed into Rhine's face just now belongs to the next person.

　　Frau looked at him blankly.

　　Mo Zhe made a gesture to talk about it later.

　　The hellish imperial interview is still going on.

Chapter 67 Chapter [-]

　　One afternoon's imperial interview is over.

　　Mo Zhe took the time to spare, and handed over the government documents that he had processed by the way to the courtiers who were watching on the sidelines.

　　Although it is important to find and select talents, the process is very time-consuming. Use the idle time to complete daily government affairs and not waste any fragmented time. This is Mo Zhe's request for himself and all the officials involved in the selection.

　　Multitasking and accomplishing multiple tasks well at the same time, those who cannot do it will not be able to cope with the huge amount of work during the period of national change.

　　After a little free time, Mo Zhe proposed to go to the Imperial Garden for a walk, and Frapid followed.

　　The little queen hugged Mo Zhe's arm tightly, her love lingering, and she flashed through the eyes of the court officials all the way.

　　Mo Zhe hadn't figured out how to position the relationship between the two, so he had to let her stick to him.

　　The group of flowers accompanied the butterfly dance, and Fula naughty poked Mo Zhe's chest: "Hey, why do I feel that you have been bullying those people?"

　　"Is there?" Mo Zhe smiled.

　　The purpose of formulating this talent selection channel, in addition to excavating civil talents and solving the current vacancies in the imperial government, Mo Zhe also thought of exercising his ability to identify talents.

　　As a monarch, the most important ability is to identify talents.

　　Don't you see, in history, there are not too many examples of improper employment of people, resulting in shortfalls in success, losses in all competitions, or the destruction of a good situation.

　　Even Zhuge Kongming, a wise man and a demon, made a serious mistake of letting Ma Su guard the street pavilion. Mo Zhe was not arrogant yet, he felt that he was smarter than Zhuge Liang, and he would never go wrong in knowing and employing people.

　　The best way to avoid mistakes is to gain as much experience as possible.

　　In this imperial interview, Mo Zhe was trying to use various methods to identify talents.

　　"There is a practice called 'stress interviews', which is to create psychological pressure and negative emotions for people who are applying for jobs. . . Observe their reactions and coping abilities under negative emotions."

　　Mo Zhe took Fula along, admiring the small bridge and flowing water in the back garden all the way.

　　A group of palace maids passed by and saluted, and after they passed, laughter came, all saying that the future prince is so handsome and so cute.

　　Mo Zhe looked at his luxurious robe, does it really depend on clothes?I'm really not used to it.

　　But... the future prince?It's a little troublesome... When should I tell this baby who I am...

　　"Well, keep talking." Fra rubbed her little face on Mo Zhe's arm.