Fu Xiaoguan was drinking tea in the yard basking in the morning light.
Dong Shulan, Yu Wenyun and Susu went out - they were going to Sajin Avenue today to see if the shop was ready. They did not change their plans because of Fu Xiaoguan's change in identity.
In Dong Shulan's words, even if you ascend the throne as emperor, the money in the treasury is yours! As for the national treasury, it has nothing to do with you as the emperor. You cannot use a single penny of the national treasury for your personal affairs!
Fu Xiaoguan agreed with them and let them do whatever they wanted.
Of the seven senior brothers and sisters in the Taoist academy, four left early this morning, leaving behind the eldest brother Su Jue, the third senior sister Su Rou, and the sixth senior sister Su Su.
The other four were driven back to the Taoist temple by Su Jue, because Fu Xiaoguan's safety was no longer a problem.
Emperor Wen had already sent a thousand Blood-Robed Guards to garrison Jinghu Villa yesterday. These Blood-Robed Guards were Fu Xiaoguan's first personal guard, and their leader was Tang Qianjun!
At this moment, Fu Xiaoguan was sitting opposite Tang Qianjun and he was making tea.
Of course, they were not picked from the pear blossoms outside Yunqing Villa, but bought from the clouds and mist in Piaoxiang Pavilion.
At this moment, the tea had just been brewed, and the aroma of tea smoke was wafting into the air. Fu Xiaoguan had just poured a cup of tea for Tang Qianjun and said, "Are you surprised?"
Tang Qianjun was of course very surprised.
Just one day before the Hanling Temple Literary Meeting began, his grandfather Tang Zhuguo stuffed him into the Blood-Clothed Guards, and His Majesty immediately issued an edict, appointing him as the captain of the 1,000 Blood-Clothed Guards - this made him feel as if he were in a dream. The Blood-Clothed Guards were all masters, and he, a student who had just stepped into the second-rate Lishan Academy, actually became a captain of the Blood-Clothed Guards directly. This had never happened in the decades-long history of the Blood-Clothed Guards.
It was not until yesterday, when he learned of Fu Xiaoguan's identity and received His Majesty's order to garrison Jinghu Villa and protect Fu Xiaoguan's safety, that he understood His Majesty's intentions.
In Guanyun City, Fu Xiaoguan didn't know many people, but Tang Qianjun was of similar age to Fu Xiaoguan and they had even fought, so he was a familiar face, and that was why he became the Qianzong.
Before he could say anything, the nine great scholars had already stepped into the courtyard impatiently, and Fu Xiaoguan had no choice but to stand up and greet them.
Except for Wen Xingzhou and the Minister of Ceremony Hall Chongshan, Fu Xiaoguan had never seen the other seven people.
He bowed and the nine great scholars returned the greeting.
"Please take a seat, everyone. I'll make some tea."
"Eldest Prince, let's drink this tea another day. We are here for another matter." Wen Xingzhou looked at Fu Xiaoguan slyly, with a big smile on his face.
Originally thought that Fu Xiaoguan's reputation as a world-renowned talent was reflected in the poems and articles he wrote, and that they would be treasured heirlooms. However, unexpectedly, when he returned from Hanling Temple three days later, Fu Xiaoguan became the prince of Wu Dynasty, the future crown prince, and then the future emperor!
His name is even more valuable!
With his name on them, these poems and articles have become the best heirlooms to be passed down from generation to generation!
So he came here impatiently, and the other eight great scholars were not familiar with Fu Xiaoguan, so they naturally followed his path and came together.
They did not come to pay homage to His Royal Highness the Prince, they only came to ask for the name Fu Xiaoguan.
"We came here to ask you to put your name on these poems and articles." Wen Xingzhou put the calligraphy in his hand on the table and unfolded it. It was the five poems and the inscription written by Fu Xiaoguan.
Fu Xiaoguan was stunned. What the hell, Wen Xingzhou could have come alone, but you brought eight people with you!
If it were in the past, he would have shamelessly collected money from them, calling it a fee, but now he couldn't do that!
He is a prince, and these nine people are great scholars!
The so-called great Confucian scholar is a man of great learning who has also trained many students. The mouth of a scholar is more powerful than the sword in the hand of a warrior. There is no need for Fu Xiaoguan to bring himself unnecessary trouble for that little bit of silver.
So he could only force a smile - "Oh, my handwriting is really ugly."
"No, no, no..." Wen Xingzhou waved his hands quickly, "That's the taste I want!"
The smell of fart is simply because Fu Xiaoguan's handwriting is extremely ugly, unique in the world, and even extremely difficult to imitate.
“Then I’ll really write it.”
Wen Xingzhou was busy grinding ink, "Well, write, write about this place."
Fu Xiaoguan started writing and wrote the three words "Fu Xiaoguan" very seriously. When he tilted his head to look at them, they seemed quite beautiful.
It took him half a cup of tea to write down the names of the nine great scholars on the calligraphy they brought, and he also got to know them one by one and remembered the identities of the other seven. Even Master Zhuang of Mount Li Academy warmly invited Fu Xiaoguan to give lectures at the academy.
Of course, he refused.
The Jixia Academy took the money but didn't even teach a single class. I wonder if Qingfeng Li is regretting it to death.
The scholars came and left quickly, and their old faces turned red with joy as they held the scrolls, as if they had become decades younger.
Tang Qianjun had been watching. Of course, he didn't know much about Fu Xiaoguan, but when he saw him this moment, his originally uneasy heart gradually calmed down. This eldest prince seemed to be a humble person.
Come to think of it, although he has third-rate skills, he is still a scholar at heart.
"I'm a bit surprised that Your Highness has become His Highness, but Your Highness is Your Highness. I've received Your Majesty's decree that from now on, I will obey Your Highness's orders. So if Your Highness wants me to do anything, I will definitely do it."
This shows loyalty. In Tang Qianjun's view, his life and future are tied to Fu Xiaoguan.
This move by a great pillar of the country is of course of great significance.
Tang Zhuguo knew clearly that Fu Xiaoguan would definitely become the crown prince and would also ascend the throne as emperor, and his grandson Tang Qianjun became Fu Xiaoguan's attendant, growing up with Fu Xiaoguan, and would surely bring glory to the Tang family in the future.
His Majesty understood Tang Zhuguo's intention and did not object, because Fu Xiaoguan really needed young ministers to grow with him.
Tang Qianjun was the first one. According to Emperor Wen’s plan, many more students would enter the court to serve as officials and grow up with Fu Xiaoguan.
"Okay, I have something for you to do now."
"Your Highness, please speak!"
"Please wait a moment."
Fu Xiaoguan picked up the pen and wrote something on the paper, then he blew the ink dry, folded it, and handed it to Tang Qianjun.
"Go to the women's army camp and bring Gao Fulu, the son of Eunuch Gao, to me. Ling'er is probably not at the women's army camp. Give this letter to the generals there and ask them to pass it on to Ling'er."
"Then, from these one thousand Blood Robe Guards... you must select one hundred of them. I don't want the most skilled, but the most loyal. They will become my personal guards, making travel more convenient."
"Just leave it like this for now, and adjust it later."
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