This martial artist just wants to be an official

Chapter 10 Jianhong Three Questions
Dayong Imperial City, light rain.

The rain gauze as fine as a silver hair shrouds the sky and the earth, a bend of green water runs around the forest like a green jade belt, and the shadow of Yuan Shandai is indistinct.

The rain and dew are blowing the tall and slender Pteris bamboo, converging into beads, sliding down along the elegant and chic leaf tails, the crystals are like broken threads, beating on the oiled paper umbrella intermittently, clear and clear like a lady tapping a chime.

Emperor Jianhong stood at the gate of Kewusi. He was six feet tall. The bright yellow robe was embroidered with the pattern of a sea dragon. Under the turbulent golden waves at the corner of the robe, the sleeves were blown high by the wind.

Her pupils, which were as black as black jade, shone with a gentle brilliance, with the majesty of a god and the inherent nobility, she exuded a majestic aura of a king who shocked the world.

His jet-black hair was mixed with a bit of white silk. Even though his body was straight, he still felt tired from the baptism and devastation brought by the years.

At this moment, Emperor Jianhong raised his eyebrows and stood in the light rain.

In front of his majestic body, an ancient building rises from the ground, covering the sky and the sun, with a red-painted gate and two three-foot-high stone lions squatting at the gate.

No one was wandering for a mile from the door.

Looking up and facing you, you first see a large plaque with red gold and green ground, on which are written the three big characters of Dou Da.

Kewu Division.

This is the most mysterious and fairy-like place in the whole Dayong.

Kewusi was built by Emperor Taizu for the state teacher of the dynasty when Dayong founded the country.

Looking at the newly renovated gate in front of him, Emperor Jianhong's eyebrows were relaxed.

I haven't been here for a long time.

Taking advantage of the light rain today, Emperor Jianhong wanted to visit the National Teacher.

Yes that's right, visit.

There are only two people in Dayong who can be visited by the king of a country.

One is the dean of Qinghe Academy in Qinghe Mountain, Kyoto, and is the number one Confucianist in the dynasty.

The other one lives in the Kewu Division in this capital, and is Dayong Guoshi.

Needless to say, great Confucians, all those who can become great Confucianists are people with high morals and high prestige.

In terms of this national teacher alone, he is indeed Dayong's number one strange person.

A sentence that even three-year-old children have heard: Master Dayong is a god-man.

Even the disciples of the national teacher are honored as little gods by Baicheng.

No one knows how old the national teacher lived, only know that the national teacher has been around since Dayong established the country.

So far, Dayong has more than 500 kingdoms.

"crunch"

Not long after, the door of Kewusi opened slowly.

A young man in white walked out with a calm expression.

The young man in white has a very beautiful face, a pair of willow eyes with the color of indifference to the world, and his facial features are like those of a banished fairy drawn by a high-ranking court painter.

The white clothes move with the wind, and the immortality flutters.

It was raining lightly, and the young man was not seen holding an umbrella. He walked into the rain, and the raindrops fell around him.

The handsome young man came to Emperor Jianhong's side, and blankly glanced at the little eunuch in red who was trying to hold up an umbrella for Emperor Jianhong, half of his body was soaked.

The little eunuch didn't dare to lift his eyes, and retreated without saying a word, never thinking about entering the Kewu Division with Emperor Jianhong.

A joke, for the emperor, Kewusi is the safest in the world.

The national teacher is the first-rank great sage today!
Strange to say, when the young man walked into Emperor Jianhong's side, even Emperor Jianhong was not protected from the rain.

However, the young man's face turned red a little.

"How is the national teacher recently?"

Emperor Jianhong glanced at the young man, with a strong majesty in his voice.

Seeing the young man's slightly flushed face, Emperor Jianhong's complexion became a little strange, and the corners of his mouth curled into an imperceptible arc.

This method of holding your breath from the rain...

The three disciples of the national teacher can't practice well.

Stepping into the gate of Kewusi, neither fast nor slow, the breath is long, elegant and noble in the bones, the voice is unhurried, and sounds gentle, but the majesty revealed is not like ordinary people.

With the dragon robe undulating in the breeze, Emperor Jianhong entered Kewusi's courtyard.

At this moment, the rain that filled the sky stopped, as if it had never appeared before, but there was still no sunlight.

Seeing this scene, the young man in white took a deep breath and bowed slightly to Emperor Jianhong:
"My teacher is listening to the Yunxuan Observation Tower. Your Majesty will know when he sees it."

The young man said lazily, "I won't go up with His Majesty."

While the two of them were talking, they had passed through the yard and came to the foot of a tall building. The tall building was like a mountain reaching the sky, it was twenty feet high when they looked up!

There are three large characters above the entrance of the tall building: Ting Yunxuan.

Emperor Jianhong glanced at the young man, nodded with a smile on his lips, and then stepped up the steps to the hall.

When he reached the stairs, Emperor Jianhong stopped and did not make any attempt to climb the stairs.

It is said that Yunxuan is the tallest building in Dayongdi, the stairs are steep and unstable, from the lowest to the highest, if you want to walk step by step, it will take half an hour at least for ordinary people.

Therefore, Emperor Jianhong had no desire to walk at all.

"The national teacher will help me."

Emperor Jianhong's voice was quiet, his face was calm and he stood with his hands behind his back, his dragon robe waving with his arms.

"The child is tired!"

A voice full of years of baptism passed by Emperor Jianhong's ears.

Immediately afterwards, Emperor Jianhong's eyes blurred, and his body had already appeared on the observation deck.

He saw the watchtower, and it was still the same as he remembered.

I also saw the national teacher, the national teacher's expression is still the same, I can't tell the age, like twenty, like thirty, more like forty...

Unspeakably weird.

The sackcloth is still the same sackcloth, a sackcloth that has not been changed in 48 years...

In fact, I don't know exactly how many years I haven't changed Emperor Jianhong. Anyway, since he was two years old, I haven't seen the national teacher change clothes.

A jade flute that I don't know has been played, and the face that has not experienced the baptism of time for 500 years.

After seeing the national teacher, Emperor Jianhong moved his eyes to the wheel and compass beside the national teacher.

The compass is still the same...huh? ?
Emperor Jianhong suddenly focused his eyes,
Seedling needle down? ?
The pointer of the wheel compass, which represented the luck of the Great Yong Kingdom, was half a point lower than the last time I saw it! !

half point! ! !

How could this be so? ?
In an instant, Emperor Jianhong's eyes became extremely dangerous, an inexplicable coercion descended suddenly, and the compressed air became solidified.

How can the seedling needle fall? ? !

Where is the rebellion?

Or did the foreign race make another move?

These two possibilities popped up in Emperor Jianhong's mind instantly.

No wonder I wanted to come here for a walk today on a whim!
How can I be that kind of stupid king who doesn't do his job properly? ? !
"Don't panic."

The national teacher did not know when he walked up to the railing of the watchtower, with his back to Emperor Jianhong.

The long breath mixed with an inexplicable voice reached Emperor Jianhong's ears, which calmed down his mood along the way.

"Fortune and misfortune depend on each other."

"Ok?"

Emperor Jianhong glanced at the back of the national teacher, did not move extra, and waited quietly for the next sentence.

As if he had never appeared by the railing before, the national teacher sat in front of the tea table that appeared at some unknown time. After sitting down, he pointed to the empty seat opposite him.

Emperor Jianhong turned a deaf ear to the fairy-like movement of the national teacher.

After he sat down, his eyes were still fixed on the face of the national teacher.

The teapot on the table boiled for a moment, and the hot water jumped out of the teapot by itself.

When it was about to fall to the table, a cup appeared out of thin air to firmly catch the boiling water drops.

For a moment, the aroma of tea was tangy.

Emperor Jianhong was not in the mood to drink tea, he stared fixedly at the national teacher.

The atmosphere became solemn and strange.

Seeing Emperor Jianhong like this, the national teacher said indifferently: "The opportunity has come."

(End of this chapter)