Chapter 73: The picturesque landscape, so many heroes
The next morning, in the Purple Palace of the Imperial Palace.
The Purple Palace was where the current Emperor Wen held court meetings. Dozens of ministers were neatly arranged below, standing in the order of civil officials on the left and military officials on the right.
At this time, those who attended court in the Purple Palace were all officials of the fifth rank and above in the capital. As for other officials who were not of the fifth rank, they only needed to attend court once on the first and fifteenth day of the month.
At this time, the civil and military officials were arguing fiercely, and the source of the argument was the candidate appointed for this Buddhist review.
"My lords, be quiet."
A concise voice came from deep inside the hall, and the scene suddenly became quiet, as if everyone had been waiting for these four words.
Deep inside the hall, there was a flight of stairs, and on top of the stairs was a heavy, gold-rimmed dragon table. Behind the table sat a middle-aged man with lowered eyes, wearing a golden dragon robe.
The man wore a nine-dragon hair crown on his head, but one could vaguely see some white hair mixed in between his temples.
There was indifference in his lowered eyes, as if he didn't care about anything.
He asked in a low voice, "I don't like arguments. What candidates do you recommend for review?"
An old man with gray hair but vigorous spirit, wearing purple official uniform, walked out from the team on the right. This man was Jing Zhongguo, a third-rank general of Huaihua!
"Your Majesty, I believe that this Buddhist review should be conducted by someone who is steady, respectable, and will not delay his duties."
Emperor Wen above glanced at him and asked calmly, "Who?"
Jing Zhongguo replied, "The founding marquis is Wu Jingsong."
Emperor Wen nodded and said, "Marquis Wu, he is indeed a good candidate."
"Your Majesty! I beg to differ."
Suddenly a voice sounded from below.
Wu Chaozong, the Minister of Personnel, slowly stepped out from the ranks of the civil officials and bowed, saying, "Your Majesty, Marquis Wu has not been involved in state affairs for many years and may be unfamiliar with them. I recommend the Vice Minister of Personnel, Jiang..."
"Minister? And then cause a whole lot of trouble?"
Before he finished speaking, Jing Zhongguo suddenly interrupted with disdain and reported to Emperor Wen:
"Your Majesty, looking back at the cases before and after the New Year, whether it was Yong'an Prefect Fan Quan or Minister of Rites Ye Jin, they were all literati who were not good at fighting...
"Hahaha, of course I don't mean to belittle civil officials. It's just that the Buddhist world is quite far away, and I don't know what will happen during the review period. I think it's safest to appoint someone who is good at fighting."
"Your Majesty..." Wu Chaozong was about to say something again when he saw Emperor Wen above him suddenly wave his hand, so he immediately shut up and stopped talking.
Emperor Wen nodded and said, "General Jing, what you said makes sense. Then, as you say, let's send Marquis Wu to lead the Buddhist review this time."
However, Wu Chaozong suddenly spoke again: "Your Majesty."
Emperor Wen originally thought that Wu Chaozong would still compete for this candidate, and he frowned slightly with some displeasure.
But Wu Chaozong then said, "Appointing Wu Hou is also a good idea, but as I said before, I am afraid there will be some omissions in the process.
"I suggest appointing another deputy envoy to accompany Marquis Wu to the Buddhist world."
Wu Chaozong's words really pleased Emperor Wen, as the way of a king is all about balance.
He immediately agreed, "What Minister Wu said is correct. Does anyone have a candidate for the deputy envoy?"
"I recommend Scholar Liu."
Emperor Wen thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Then appoint Scholar Liu as the Imperial Historian and have him accompany Marquis Wu to the Buddhist world for the inspection."
Jing Zhongguo below opened his mouth when he heard this, but in the end he couldn't say anything.
In his heart, he was cursing Wu Chaozong, the old fox. He was afraid that he had been aiming at the position of deputy envoy from the very beginning!
After the Buddhist community finalized the selection, Emperor Wen asked, "Do you have any other important matters?"
At this time, the left prime minister of the current dynasty, who was standing in the first row of the civil service team, slowly walked out and spoke in a slightly hoarse voice:
"Your Majesty, I have received news that there may be unusual movements in the Buddhist world."
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That night, inside Tianxiang Pavilion.
Fusu lowered his head and bit the spirit bird meat, while looking forward from time to time.
He immediately put down the bird meat in his mouth and said helplessly: "Brother Zhou, it was you who suggested the sparring. In the end, neither of us held back. It's not my fault that the house was destroyed.
"Can you please stop looking at me with such resentment? It's creepy."
Zhou Zhilu gritted his teeth and said, "Then why did you run away? I was even thrown into jail. It was only thanks to Yun Li that I was able to get out after paying the compensation!"
Fusu sighed and said, "It's my fault, so I invited you to Tianxiang Pavilion for dinner."
At this moment, Yun Li beside him suddenly whispered, "I paid..."
Zhou Zhilu and Fusu felt embarrassed when they heard this.
One had been fined three months' salary, which had just expired, and the other lived in a Taoist temple and had no savings.
The two poor people could only cling to Yun Li, the young master of a noble family, with all their might.
"By the way, I didn't have time to ask before, who are those seven heroes of the capital that Lu Baiyi mentioned?"
Yun Li, who was standing by, explained, "I'm familiar with this. After all, my eldest brother is one of the Seven Heroes."
Zhou Zhilu and Fusu looked at Yun Li in surprise.
Yun Li explained, "The Seven Heroes of the Capital are actually the seven most outstanding young people in the capital.
"Most of these seven people are disciples from aristocratic families, all under the age of thirty. The lowest level of cultivation among them is at the fourth level, while the highest level is said to have touched the threshold of the sixth level."
Zhou Zhilu smacked his lips when he heard this and said, "He's already touched the threshold of the sixth level before he's even thirty. That's quite a fast pace. Who is it?"
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