"This is the Hall of Discussion. The Old Man will not argue with anyone! The Old Man suggests that we should not drag this on any longer. We should quickly decide on the conditions for the Hall Elder of the Xue Mang Palace Hall. There are still many proposals to be made, and it is unknown how many days it will take to completely resolve the matter of the Xue Mang World. c”
"Fang Xusheng is stubborn. There is no need for us to waste our breath on him. This Notre-Dame is not a Notre-Dame, but a Notre-Dame of the human race. The result of the discussion is the best proof. "
"It is a pity that Fang Xusheng has been too deeply influenced by the Xue Mang World. He has already forgotten his own origins!"
"There is order in seniority. We cannot make an exception!"
Many people discussed fervently. Almost all of them opposed Fang Yun.
After a while, Yan Ningshan sighed and said, "Next, we will vote to make the Hall Elder of the Xue Mang Palace Hall a Great Scholar. If seventy percent of the people agree, the motion will pass. If less than seventy percent, we will hold a second vote tomorrow. If the second vote fails again, the Hall Elder will be demoted to a Great Scholar, and the Xue Mang Great Scholar will take at least one seat."
The host had great authority in the discussion. Yan Ningshan's decision took care of both sides. No one raised any objections.
The Hall of Discussion was silent. Everyone looked at Yan Ningshan.
"The voting begins."
Following Yan Ningshan's order, the bamboo tablets fell in front of everyone.
The Jingguo Empress Dowager held Jing Jun's small hand while Jing Jun held a brush. The two of them slowly wrote on the bamboo tablet.
"No."
Prime Minister Kang Ha-chuan glanced at Fang Yun and wrote the word "No".
Fang Yun held the brush and wrote the word "No" on the bamboo tablet with a natural expression as if he was practicing calligraphy.
After writing, the bamboo tablet flew away. Fang Yun began to eat the fruits on the table.
Zong Ganyu held a brush in her hand, her face stern as she seriously scanned everyone present. Everyone could feel an immense pressure from the gaze of the Zong Family Head.
Some people nodded lightly, indicating that they understood. They would definitely support the Zong Family and the Zong Family.
Then, the Weng Family, Gu Family, Sima Family, and other family heads scanned the hall and made eye contact with many people.
The atmosphere in the Assembly Hall was extremely solemn. It was as if they were doing something that would decide the fate of the entire human race.
The scholars sitting in the audience were waiting for the result of the vote.
Not everyone came to the Notre-Dame in person. For example, the Left Prime Minister of Jingguo, Mount Liu, was in the Jingguo Academy. However, the body formed by the Divine Will was sitting in the Hall of Discussion.
From beginning to end, Mount Liu didn't say anything. Only when the discussion began did he reveal an extremely faint smile.
Not long after, the bamboo tiles in front of everyone flew up one after another. Finally, on the high platform in front of the Hall of Great Assembly, there were rows of people with their backs facing the crowd. No one knew how many people were in agreement and how many were against it.
Many people took a deep breath and waited for the bamboo tiles to light up.
Zong Ganyu's gaze swept across a few people. Most of them smiled and nodded. He heaved a sigh of relief. This meant that they all chose to allow only the Great Confucian to be the Cabinet Elder.
Zong Ganyu turned his head towards the high platform. He waited for the bamboo tiles to light up. Only 70% of the bamboo tiles had to light up. This meant that only the Great Confucian could be the Cabinet Elder in the Hall of Blood Mang. As for Fang Yun, he was no longer a Notre-Dame!
Zong Ganyu looked at Fang Yun from the corner of his eyes. His face was filled with pride, but it was soon followed by regret. w? c?
One breath, two breaths, three breaths … five breaths, six breaths … ten breaths. Eleven breaths …
At first, everyone waited quietly. However, after ten breaths, they all felt that something was wrong.
Only Fang Yun was still eating fruits as if no one was around.
Twenty breaths later. The bamboo tiles still didn't light up. The Great Confucians present could still hold it in. However, the Grand Scholars and the monarch couldn't hide the surprise in their eyes.
Zong Ganyu looked at Qing Jun. Qing Jun was puzzled. He looked at Gu Jiewu. Gu Jiewu had a complicated expression. He looked at the others. They all looked the same. No one knew what had happened.
"Could it be that something is wrong with the Notre-Dame's power?" Some people secretly guessed.
Suddenly, the stage emitted a bright golden light.
Everyone instinctively closed their eyes. When they opened their eyes again, they found that all the bamboo tiles had turned into dust. They slowly drifted down and dissipated in the air.
Everyone was stunned.
What was the result? The result was still not out!
Wei Huangan blinked. He had never heard of such a thing happening in the middle of a discussion.
Thousands of Grand Scholars and Great Confucians were dumbfounded. They fell into confusion.
However, a small number of people seemed to know what had happened.
Yan Ningshan restrained his surprise and said slowly, "The Holy Temple's decree is invalid. We will discuss it again!"
"What?" Some people cried out. They had forgotten the rules of the Hall of Discussion.
The Holy Temple actually interfered with the Hall of Discussion and rejected the vote. This had never happened before in the human race.
At this time, Yan Ningshan didn't care about the rules. He sat there and stared blankly at the stage. After a while, he looked at Fang Yun.
Fang Yun was still eating fruits.
"Notre-Dame's fruits are not bad. This bunch of grapes is probably from Confucius Ancient Land, right?" Fang Yun commented as he ate.
Everyone's eyes moved away from the stage and fell on Fang Yun.
If nothing unexpected happened, the result of the vote was obvious. Except for the people of Jingguo and a few Great Confucians, no one would reject the motion. This was because these Great Confucians and Great Confucians had their own ideas and beliefs. They wouldn't change their minds just because Fang Yun threatened to leave the Notre-Dame.
Personally, they sympathized with Fang Yun, but from the perspective of the human race, they had to oppose Fang Yun.
However, the Holy Temple had rejected the motion!
Many people signaled Yan Ningshan and wanted to speak.
Yan Ningshan smiled bitterly and said, "Old Man knows that you are full of questions. Ask whatever you want. After all, the Old Man can go back to the history books. Don't be rash. Ask one by one. "
This matter would definitely be recorded in the history books of the Shi family.
"May I ask Mr. Banhai, did the Holy Temple give a reason for rejecting the motion?"
"The Holy Temple doesn't need to give a reason." Yan Ningshan replied.
"Did the Holy Temple allow the Grand Scholar to be the Hall Elder?"
"If the Holy Temple allows it, a decree will be issued before the vote. The Holy Temple's rejection is based on the result of the vote."
"What's the result?"
"The Old Man doesn't know." Yan Ningshan said.
"Did all the Holy Temple agree?"
Yan Ningshan hesitated for a moment and said, "The Holy Temple will also vote on this matter."
Everyone suddenly understood. No wonder the bamboo plaque didn't disappear until thirty breaths later. The Holy Temple must have been voting during this time.
"Why did the Holy Temple do this?"
"You can ask the Holy Temple." Yan Ningshan smiled bitterly. He couldn't answer anymore. This matter was too strange.
Some people thought about it. They remembered that Fang Xusheng complained about the Holy Temple's inaction. He thought that the Holy Temple shouldn't have let the Holy Temple handle this matter. Who knew that the Holy Temple would interfere at such a critical moment?
Wei Huangan smiled and said, "The child is naughty. Just beat him up."
Weng Shi snorted and said, "We don't know who will be beaten up! Perhaps the Holy Temple only made a move because less than seventy percent of the people agreed. Everyone, let's vote tomorrow. We must support the Grand Scholar to be the Hall Elder. We can't let the power of the human race fall into someone else's hands! "
Tian Songshi said bitterly, "The Old Man is stupid. Who knows what the Holy Temple is thinking? Will they support this proposal or reject it? "
No one answered. The Half-saint's thoughts were unfathomable.
Unexpectedly, Fang Yun took out his fan and waved it lightly. He said leisurely, "The Holy Temple must be supporting me. If you oppose me tomorrow, the Holy Temple will reject it again."
"Nonsense, shameless boasting!" Weng Shi said.
。 (To be continued.)
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