"Who said I won't kneel?" Li Banghua narrowed his eyes and smiled.
"Then kneel down quickly!"
"Yes, kneel down quickly."
"Stop fussing and kneel down to kowtow and apologize to Confucius." The students nearby echoed.
"Okay, I'll kneel down now."
After Li Banghua finished speaking, he clasped his hands together and raised them high in the air.
Just when everyone thought he was going to kneel down, Li Banghua suddenly turned around and faced a carriage.
He gathered up all his strength and shouted, "Someone, please bring the throne of Confucius!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the curtain of the carriage was lifted.
A four-foot-tall sandalwood tablet stood prominently in the carriage.
There are large gilded characters engraved on it: The shrine of the Great Sage Confucius.
The area behind and near the carriage had been cleared by the accompanying soldiers. Li Banghua bowed deeply to the carriage, then knelt down and said, "Student Li Banghua, I bow to my teacher, Confucius."
Quiet.
Deathly quiet.
The examination room, which had been extremely noisy just a moment ago, suddenly became eerily quiet.
No one expected that Li Banghua would also bring a tablet of Confucius.
More importantly, the tablet he brought was larger and more valuable than the one in Lu Gong's hand.
After Li Banghua finished his greeting, he stood up and said to Lü Gong and all the examinees around him, "This is the throne of Confucius, the great sage and teacher. Why don't you kneel down?"
All the readers at the scene were stunned.
The officials behind Li Banghua were the first to react.
Li Zhichun, the head of the Ministry of Rites, and Wu Linwei, the secretary of the Ministry of Personnel, looked at each other, lifted their clothes and ran to the front of the carriage, bowed and knelt: "Students kowtow to our teacher, Confucius."
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