Saint of the Confucian way

Zhang poyue went to duo garden honestly to meet Fang Yun.

Fang Yun can't even open the door!

Zhang Po Yue didn't expect Fang Yun to be better than himself. He didn't give himself face at all.

Zhang poyue stood at the door for half an hour. Finally, he withdrew his foot to kick the door and returned to the Fengtian Hall of the imperial palace.

"Empress dowager, you can see that it's not that I don't want to go, but that Fang Yun won't let me in at all. I can't break the door. I can't bear his real dragon and ancient sword. You'd better hire someone else."

Then Zhang poyue looked at Sheng Boyuan and said, "Sheng Shangshu, why are you so angry when you are so old? If I look at Fang Yun, I'll rely on Fengtian hall. I can't help him, but at least I can disgust him. If you really resign, it doesn't mean telling the world that you can't fight him. Are you as afraid as the old bastard of Liushan?"

Sheng Boyuan smiled coldly and said, "it was said in Yuan county a few days ago that Liu thieves have put on their green clothes and embroidered cloud clothes again. Liu thieves' old party is gathering in the waterfall valley. Once the Shengdao town is sealed, they will dance in disorder."

"They are not afraid of being punished by other families?" Zhang Po Yue said.

"You don't know who Liu Shan is? The Taoist priest of miscellaneous families will certainly bypass him. Those who don't want to leave the kingdom of Jing can avoid the town seal of the Taoist priest as long as they wear what he gives. You send a letter to tell Fang Yun that if he doesn't go to the sanctuary for peace talks, then the position of Zuo Xiang will be handed over to Liu Shan. Finally, watch Liu Shan rise and fall again and the kingdom of Jing sink again!" Sheng Boyuan said.

Zhang poyue frowned and said helplessly, "whether he will come back to Liushan or not, just don't resign."

Sheng Boyuan took out his official seal and looked at the time. There were still two quarters of an hour left.

"You... Really want to go?"

Sheng Boyuan did not speak and stood in the hall.

Soon, two quarters of an hour passed.

Sheng Boyuan suddenly bowed deeply to the empress dowager, took off his official hat, slowly put it on the ground, then sighed softly and strode out.

The officials were stunned. They didn't expect Sheng Boyuan to be so decisive.

"Sheng Aiqing, please stay!" the Empress Dowager stood up from the Dragon chair and shouted to stay.

"In the future, the kingdom of Jing will depend on Fang Yun. If he can be trusted, it won't help me whether I'm here or not. If he can't be trusted, it won't help me if I'm not here. I'm going to concentrate on the holy way, I won't be a great Confucian, and I won't step on the land of the kingdom of Jing forever! I've tried my best."

With that, Sheng Boyuan continued to make great strides and left Fengtian hall.

"Sheng Aiqing..." the Empress Dowager's voice trembled, and the corners of her eyes seemed to flash.

The officials looked at the back of Sheng Boyuan, full of mixed flavor.

These days, too many officials leave, but none is more important than Sheng Boyuan's departure.

"Minister, I did my best!"

The head of the ceremony Department promoted by Sheng Boyuan put down his official hat and left with Sheng Boyuan.

Before, many people followed Sheng Boyuan and threatened to resign if they could not vote. Now, all of these people have resigned.

More than 20 senior officials with more than five grades left one after another.

According to the new law, these people can no longer hold official positions in the kingdom of Jing.

These people are not threatening the Empress Dowager or Fang Yun.

I really can't continue to be an official in Jingguo.

No matter how smart and capable an official is, he will only become a mediocre official or even a faint official.

Some officials who had not threatened to resign had even begun to resign.

The number of officials in the Fengtian temple is one quarter less than that in its heyday!

If the newly promoted officials are not counted, the leaving officials account for one third!

The most terrible thing is that in these nine days, countless miscellaneous scholars and their families moved south, far away from Jingguo.

The wealth taken away by these people and the holes formed are irreparable by Fang Yun.

In the Fengtian temple, the officials fell silent again.

Despair and depression enveloped everyone.

"Fang Yun, are you trying to kill AI Jia?"

After the curtain fell, the Empress Dowager sobbed.

No one responded, only the wind.

The Empress Dowager lay on her side on the Dragon chair and fell asleep. The eunuch on one side hurriedly covered the Empress Dowager with a thin blanket.

When all the officials stood in the temple, they no longer spoke, or preached, or preached with official seals.

In the light of the night pearl, there was no light on their faces.

Even after a red sun rises in the East and the world is bright, the faces of these officials are still gray and their eyes are still cloudy.

Like the officials of Fengtian temple, scholars all over Jingguo didn't close their eyes overnight. They all held official seals or gathered near the holy temple to wait for the final result.

Jixian.

Fang Yun's folks, old and young, regardless of whether they were scholars or not, gathered around the county literary academy and looked at the direction of the holy Academy.

A woman gently patted her sleeping daughter on the back and whispered, "Nan Nan is not afraid. Fang Xusheng will solve it, and it will be solved..."

Bata Bata... An old man smoked a dry cigarette and said to the humanitarian nearby: "Fang Yun has been blessed since he was a child. I watched him grow up. This ridge must be passable..."

Ning'an county.

Incense is swirling.

Countless people spontaneously burn incense everywhere and use this custom from the Zhou Dynasty to pray that Fang Yun and Jingguo can overcome this difficulty.

Liu Yu, an old worker and scholar who has become the owner of the workshop, is standing in front of the county literary academy and talking loudly.

"Everyone, the miscellaneous family members have left, but we'd rather be free! We'd rather be in Jingguo, Fang Xusheng, and even more in Ningan! No matter what happens outside, no matter what the fuck the miscellaneous family does, we're not afraid of Ningan people! Shit Zhenfeng, can we compare with the barbarian wolf saint? Haven't we run away like a dog? How can we live in Ningan without the miscellaneous family saint How can we live! As long as Fang Xusheng is in one day, our king country will not fall... "

Yuhai city.

It has become the center of Terran workers. Countless workshops have sprung up like bamboo shoots after the rain and spread out inside and outside the city.

Different from workshops in other countries, all workshops in Yuhai city have special shrines for Fang Yun's statues.

The temple had sent people to obstruct, but they still used the statue of Fang Yun, but the name was changed to the Lord of the Yangtze River or Wenxing longjue. The temple had no choice.

The workers who got up early gathered in front of the statue of Fang Yun. Each lit a incense and lined up in order to insert their incense into the censer.

Seen from a high altitude, the incense of Yuhai city is thicker than the cooking smoke of thousands of families.

The capital at the foot of the emperor, however, seemed particularly indifferent.

Most people do what they should do, but they are a little absent-minded and take a look at the direction of the holy courtyard or palace from time to time.

At seven o'clock, dark clouds and thunder flashed over the holy courtyard.

In an instant, the dark clouds expanded violently, covering the whole Shengyuan continent.

Shengyuan fell into the dark.

In everyone's frightened eyes, the dark clouds shrank rapidly and finally gathered over Jingguo.

The whole Jingguo was shrouded in dark clouds, in which lightning and thunder roared and the wind howled.

In the desperate eyes of countless Jingguo people, the dark clouds shook, the thunder burst, and the electric light flashed, making Jingguo look like day.

"Zhenfeng!"

A voice full of supreme majesty sounded.

Dark clouds and thunder fell suddenly.

In the screams of the crowd, the dark clouds and thunder turned into translucent virtual shadows and integrated into the land of Jingguo.

Everyone seemed to be in the swamp and mud and moved slowly.