She walked out of the teahouse.
Zheng Manjing\'s temperament instantly changed from a gentle, virtuous, pitiful, and weak woman to a queen who held great power and commanded a country.
She was indeed such a person!
In Ceylon, which worshiped Buddhism, she enjoyed a high status and power as a Buddhist lady.
She turned around and glanced at the woman who followed her out.
"Seductress!" She mocked softly, her pair of agate like eyes flashing with ridicule.
However, the latter met her gaze without showing any weakness.
"I know you!" He Rourou said slowly, "Your Highness, the Princess of Ceylon!"
"You know me?" Zheng Manjing couldn\'t help but become serious.
Ceylon was a Buddhist country, and its social atmosphere was extremely conservative.
Its values were stuck before the industrial era.
There was nothing she could do about it.
Ceylon was attacked on three sides, and they had to unite all the forces in the country to ensure their own safety.
Therefore, in Ceylon, the members of the royal family, especially the female members of the royal family, generally did not appear in public.
Even for a Buddhist lady like her, most people only heard of her name and did not see her.
She herself had been cultivating in the pagoda.
She rarely interacted with the outside world.
Therefore...
Was this woman also a high-ranking official of a country?
He Rourou narrowed her eyes and looked at Zheng Manjing.
She chuckled, "A mere princess dares to snatch my master?"
For her, who already knew how great her master was.
He Rourou knew very well that every time she got close to her master, she had to take a huge risk.
Moreover...
She understood that the great master definitely did not lack existences who wanted to be his slaves.
Even gods, if they knew how great he was, would cry and shout to be his pet.
Just like the cat goddess.
Therefore, the competition for the position beside her master was cruel and bloody. It was probably unimaginable.
The princess of such a small country actually came over without any regard for her life.
She really didn\'t know how to write the word death!
Zheng Manjing frowned, "You called me Master Buddha?"
"Buddha?" He Rourou laughed out loud and used psionic power to send a message, "Stupid woman! How do you know how great master is!? "
Then, she swaggered off.
How could such a shallow human know how great master was?
Buddha?
Hehe!
… …
12: 30 noon.
Ling Ping\ 'an sat in the corner of the bus.
He was still thinking about what happened in the morning.
Zheng Manjing, He Rourou …
Thinking of the two girls happily bidding farewell.
He frowned. "What's going on?"
Although he had face blindness, he was unable to distinguish between beauty and ugliness.
But he still had common sense.
In the past twenty years, he had never had much luck with women.
Therefore, he could basically be ruled out as someone who was more good-looking than Pan An.
At that time, he hadn't thought of it.
But now, when he looked back, this question surfaced in his mind.
"Zheng Manjing might be able to explain it with Aunty's flattery …"
She was just a little girl. She had never seen how sinister the human heart was. Her thoughts were pure, and she believed whatever others said.
"But... He Rourou is not simple!"
"She knows me..." Ling Ping'an blinked.
Unfortunately, he simply couldn't remember when he had seen him.
"Could it be..." As a web novelist, he suddenly thought of something. "Is it someone that I or my parents once donated to? Now that you've grown up, you're here to repay your kindness? "
It wasn't impossible.
It was just too small.
"Or someone I used to know in school?"
As he thought about it, he felt a headache.
"Forget it... I don't want to think about it anymore..." He shook his head. "Anyway, they've gone to start their own business... We might not have a chance to meet again in the future!"
At this moment, the bus drove from the main road into a bluestone road with pine and cypress trees planted on both sides.
The loudspeaker on the bus began to play solemn music.
There was a man's bass voice slowly singing.
"Cover the Gan Tang, do not cut, do not cut, Uncle Zhao said!"
"Cover the Gan Tang, do not cut, Uncle Zhao said!"
"Cover the Gan Tang, do not cut, Uncle Zhao said!"
This was the Gan Tang of the Book of Songs.
It was also the legal song of the Council of Ministers of the Federal Empire of Xia.
So...
Ling Ping'an turned his head and looked out of the window.
Simple and unadorned classical brick and wood buildings came into view.
Unlike the stereotypical modern skyscrapers, these buildings were generally very short.
The highest was probably about three floors.
Looking at these ancient buildings that had a history of two hundred or even three hundred years.
Ling Ping'an also slowly smiled.
Because he remembered something.
That was when he was very young. He should be in elementary school.
The teacher asked the students, "What do you want to do when you grow up?"
It was different from the students who wanted to be soldiers, doctors, scientists, and other lofty aspirations.
At that time, Ling Ping'an said, "When I grow up, I want to become the representative of the ministers and plead for the people!"
At that time, the teacher was shocked.
He still remembered that he had received a comment of 'little ambition'.
It was already very impressive for a child of a few years old to be able to distinguish the difference between a scientist, soldier, doctor, and the representative of the ministers.
Not to mention, at such a young age, he actually had the concept of 'pleading for the people'.
He was truly a prodigy!
Unfortunately...
Ling Ping'an lowered his head, "In the end, I hurt Zhong Yong!"
The current him, not to mention pleading for the people.
It was already good enough that he didn't cause trouble for others!
However, in the end, he still came here.
The core of power in the entire world.
It was known as the 'Temple of the Rise and Fall of the World'.
The Federal Empire of Xia, the Council of Ministers.
Moreover, he was about to enter the Zhou Hall, which was known as the 'true power in the world'.
The Council of Ministers had two levels: the representative of the prefecture and the representative of the people.
Among them, the representative of the prefecture was allocated according to the administrative region.
The number of representative of the Guangnan Governor District and the Xiangshan Autonomous Prefecture was the same, four!
As for the representative of the people, according to the provisions of the Constitution, they were elected from the designated electoral districts.
The division of the electoral districts was based on population and economy.
For example, in the Guangnan area, with a population of one to two hundred million, dozens of electoral districts could be divided and dozens of people's representatives could be divided.
Moreover, because of this division, the overseas kingdoms, especially the sparsely populated kingdoms like the Xisong and the Beizhou, were not very satisfied. In some sparsely populated governor districts/states in the Xisong, there might only be a few seats in the entire governor district/state.
Therefore, slowly, the importance of the representative of the prefecture continued to increase.
They became the deliberative body that actually held the power to legislate and review the budget.
Moreover, the representative of the prefecture was particularly interesting.
They were elected differently from the representative of the people.
The representative of the prefecture had a fixed seat that had to be assigned to a designated system.
Such as education, medical care, science, industry.
According to the Constitution, each governor district/state must have a representative who was elected from a designated industry.
Moreover, the seats in the Zhou Hall must meet the minimum requirements of the relevant industries stipulated by the Constitution.
In the central and local council of ministers, there must be at least a minimum number of seats from a designated industry.
Otherwise, it would be illegal and they would have to be re-elected.
That was the rule set by the great ancestor.
In the words of the great ancestor, 'the representative of the prefecture must be the firewall of the populace... At all times, we must govern our country with science, professionalism, and wisdom, not emotions, and serve our parents!'
The reason was also very simple. As children, if they found out that their parents wanted to take drugs because of life problems.
Would they really give it to them?
No way!
That was the answer he gave in response to a question from a certain general at the first Council of Ministers and Physicians.
It was also because of that that the representative of the prefecture had a very high status and power in the Council of Ministers and Physicians.
They faced the representatives of the people of the Yan Hall, reviewed the legislative and central administration of the Yan Hall, and had the right to summon the cabinet ministers to answer.
Above them, they were only connected to the central administration.
Other than the Emperor and the Supreme Court, there was almost no power to check and balance them.
Now, the Emperor ruled and did not care about anything.
Only the Supreme Court could make them bow their heads.
However, the Supreme Court was an appellate body. Someone had to sue them before they could take charge.
Therefore, in theory, the representative of the prefecture of the Zhou Hall was actually the group of people with the greatest power in the world.
Even the central administration had to curry favor with them to avoid being held back.
To Ling Ping'an, coming to the Zhou Hall could be considered as fulfilling one of his childhood wishes.
Thinking of this, the bus stopped in the square in front of the Zhou Hall.
The door opened.
In the car's stereo, a sweet female voice sounded, "Dear distinguished guests, the Son of Heaven has already prepared a sumptuous lunch for everyone in the Zhou Hall. Please follow the numerical code on the invitation letter and line up to eat from the designated area …"
"If there's anything you don't understand, you can consult the volunteers we've arranged at any time..."
"I wish you a pleasant meal!"
The passengers on the bus got off one after another.
Ling Ping'an also followed the crowd and walked down.
As soon as he got off the bus, Ling Ping'an realized that the square was already filled with hundreds of buses.
Moreover, there was an endless stream of buses carrying invited guests.
"There are actually so many people at the sorority this time?" He was shocked.
But thinking about it carefully, the Federal Empire was too big.
It was easy for the royal family to invite tens of thousands of people to a sorority.
If one included the guests from various countries, it wouldn't be surprising for them to reach 100,000.
Just thinking about the number of 100,000, Ling Ping'an shrugged, "No wonder I haven't been able to find Michiko Chiba for the past two days!"
"She must be so busy that she doesn't even have time to sleep!"
He followed the crowd and walked towards the entrance of the Zhou Hall.
When he walked to the entrance, he could see a huge bronze statue sitting at the entrance of the Zhou Hall.
The person on the bronze statue was dressed in fluttering clothes and had a feather fan.
It was Duke Zhou!
Ever since the founding of the Great Xia Dynasty, the status of Confucius and Mencius had declined, while Duke Zhou and Duke Zhao had been lifted up and returned to their status in the classical era.
This change directly sprouted the ideas of the Gonghe Party.
In the era of constitutional government, they beat up the old Confucian intellectuals until they couldn't even raise their heads.
Therefore, the old intellectuals who were forced into a corner formed the Datong Party.
Then, in the mighty era of industrialization.
Whether it was the Datong Party or the Gonghe Party, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and keep pace with the times.
Just like the spear and the shield, the theories between them were constantly evolving in the competition.
Looking at the sitting statue of Duke Zhou, Ling Ping'an took out the invitation letter from his pocket and followed the crowd. He queued up and walked in through a door on the left.
Soon, it was his turn.
A staff member took his invitation and glanced at it. He seemed surprised for a moment. Then, as if he had thought of something, he said enthusiastically, "Sir, would you like a private room, or would you like to dine in the main hall?"
Ling Ping'an was shocked, "Is there a single room?"
The other party smiled and said, "Yes!"
"We have prepared a private room for you... We are ready to serve you at any time!"
A distinguished guest specially invited by the royal family still had this kind of treatment.
Ling Ping'an looked at the crowd and thought for a moment before saying, "I don't think I'll trouble you!"
"I'll eat with everyone!"
"Then this way please!" The other party was not surprised.
The guests directly invited by the royal family all had very powerful backgrounds.
They had complete freedom of movement!
… …
In the vast Great Qin Ocean.
Rolling waves rippled out from the archipelago.
This was the most mysterious sea area in the world.
It was also the 'Hell Delta' in the mouths of countless crew members and pilots.
Whether it was in the Eastern or Western context, it was the same.
The Moon God of Sumeer was sneaking through the waves.
He could feel that the ocean on the other side of the world was accumulating a new hurricane.
The next storm of faith was coming soon.
Thus, he took a deep breath of seawater. Like a blue whale, he set off a huge whirlpool on the sea level.
Then, he spat out all the seawater he had inhaled.
Under the sea level, he created a spinning water column.
A voice came from the water column.
"A guest is here!"
A huge crow's head emerged from the water column.
"Heh!" When he saw Nana, he immediately laughed, "I didn't expect the fallen Moon God to be resurrected!"
"My dear Nana, you really surprised me!"
Nana looked at the crow head, "Amon!"
"You're still here?"
Solomon's 72 Demon God Pillars had long been like the Sumeer Gods, eliminated ones who had been buried on the other side of time.
The civilization that carried them had long disappeared at the end of time.
Only the ruins and the ruins under the ruins were left.
However, he did not expect that Amon, who was ranked seventh among the 72 Demon God Pillars, was still alive.
Thinking about it carefully, it was not an accident that Amon survived.
His priesthood was' Hermit ',' Provocation ', and' Instigation '.
With these characteristics, even if the civilization died, it could still attach itself to the body of a new civilization.
But the problem was...
In Nana\'s memory, Solomon\'s 72 Demon God Pillars should have been annexed by the Lord of the cross religion like his divine system.
"How did you escape?" Nana asked.
The crow head cawed, "Of course... I was released by someone!"
"Released?"
The crow head said, "Of course!"
"However, this is not the place to talk!"
"Since you can find this place and know the ritual to summon me..."
"Then follow me!"
He said in the water column.
Following Amon\'s words.
A whirlpool appeared in the depths of the ocean.
On the whirlpool, a door faintly appeared. "Welcome! The Moon God of Sumeer! "
"Welcome to the secret realm of the lost!"
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