Peerless Daoist

The Tsing Yi Hanlin present was slightly taken aback.

However, these people are all one-strands. When they saw this scene, they immediately began to record it.

Xu Guangming wanted to step forward to stop it, but it was impossible.

When the pen is written in the annals of history, all the pen and ink suddenly become extremely thick, turning into a long scroll of history, gold and stone cannot be torn apart, and water and fire cannot die.

This is the method of historians, and all records will be preserved in a special way and eventually passed on to future generations.

"No! It's not like that, I forgot that he is Wensheng's disciple!"

Xu Guangming stood up and prepared to step forward in a panic, trying to snatch the annals of history.

As the Minister of Rites, he actually made a mistake in the etiquette!

Even, this mistake is too obvious, even the Xu family, it is impossible to protect him.

Xu Guangming was a genuine jinshi from a background of Confucianism, but if he dared to be disrespectful to the literati, he would inevitably be rejected by the Confucianism.

At that time, his cultivation will also be affected and plummet.

"Master Xu, please respect yourself!" Several Qing Yi Hanlin stood up and glared.

The roots of the historian are undoubtedly reflected here.

Not to mention Xu Guangming, even if the emperor came, they would not be able to rewrite their annals of history.

Xu Guangming's face was pale, and he said, "I just asked Lu Yu to kneel and worship, not against Wen Sheng. I also asked a few Mingchai."

A Qingyi Hanlin snorted coldly: "Lu Yu is a disciple of Yisheng, and the world knows it. Not to mention that you are a minister of rituals, even the emperor will not let Lu Yu kneel. Could it be that I kill someone on the street, I have to say Am I unintentional? Our historians have said everything based on facts, and seeing it today is enough to record it!"

Although these Tsing Yi Hanlins were not high in cultivation, none of them could move.

Xu Guangming is very clear, if he dares to use force against a Qingyi Hanlin now, he will be completely finished, and the Confucian sect will not bypass him.

"It's all your fault!" Xu Guangming turned his head and glared at Lu Yu.

Even Wang Zhen's face was quite ugly.

Wang Zhen was a eunuch, and he didn't care what happened in the history books. But before he gave Lu Yu a dismay, he was thrown by Lu Yu, which made him very embarrassed.

"You are doing it yourself."

Lu Yu looked around coldly: "Is there anyone else who wants me to kneel and salute?"

There was silence around, some people were going to question Lu Yu, but now they were affected and became timid.

Lu Yu said: "As a disciple of Wensheng, I sit on an equal footing with all the ministers. Bring me a chair."

"Go, get him a chair." Wang Zhen said solemnly.

He didn't want Lu Yu to find their mistakes on this, but to blackmail them.

Asking the official to come over was originally a means to target Lu Yu, but unexpectedly, it has now become a double-edged sword, which is used to counteract the others present.

Several servants carried chairs, hurried over, and sent them behind Lu Yu.

Lu Yu sat upright on the chair, sitting in the center, as if he was the owner of this banquet.

Wang Zhen's face turned ugly again, and Lu Yu's move made him completely useless.

"Did you call me here just to let me enjoy the scenery?" Lu Yu looked at the green mountains and rivers in the distance and let out a long sigh.

This gesture obviously did not take the people present into consideration.

"Lu Yu, this old man is Yang Shen, the censor of the Zuo deputy capital. There are a few things I want to ask you for advice." An old man with gray beard stood up and said.

Lu Yu nodded: "Please speak."