All the officials looked at Fang Yun in confusion. They still couldn't understand why the Kong Clan Leader wanted to invite Fang Yun.
This was too big of an honor, so big that it was beyond their comprehension.
Even if the Kong Clan Leader wanted to invite Yi Zhishi, he would at most send a private letter. Normally, he would only ask the Kong Clan Leader to invite him.
Once Half-saint opened his mouth, he could affect an entire realm.
The Temple of Confucius' Holy Qi still stood tall and did not dissipate. It shone on the world with the Ancestral Stele.
Everyone looked at Fang Yun. No matter how stupid they were, they understood that the Kong Clan Leader was trying to stop Zong Sheng.
The last time the Kong Clan Leader visited Zong Sheng, it was because Zong Sheng had planted spies in the Kong Shengwen Realm. If the Kong Clan Leader did not seek justice, the Kong Clan did not deserve to be the top clan in the past thousand years.
But this time, it was not justifiable. Was the Ancestral Stele of Filial Piety worth the Kong Clan Leader's attention?
Even if Zong Sheng had destroyed Zeng Zi's will, the Kong Clan Leader was not worth it.
Many scholars looked at Fang Yun, speechless. Yes, filial piety had always been advocated by Confucius and the human race. It was filial piety that made the human race so united. It prevented them from losing their strength when surrounded by enemies. But it was hard to imagine that the Kong Clan Leader would do it himself.
What was the hidden relationship between the Kong Clan and Fang Yun?
Some scholars looked at Fang Yun carefully and found that Fang Yun seemed a little confused. It seemed that he did not know why the Kong Clan Leader would do it.
Although Fang Yun had accepted the invitation from the Master of the Kong Family, he was still thinking about it. The only thing that was related to this matter was that Kong Delun had sent him a letter, asking him to go to the Kong Family before going to the Holy Burial Valley. Although he didn't know what it was for, it shouldn't be a bad thing. Today, the Kong Clan Leader had invited him again. It was obviously unnecessary. He must be helping him stop Zong Sheng.
Fang Yun's Divine Will looked at the pure white Holy Qi in the sky and turned to look at Mount Liu.
Mount Liu's forehead was sweating.
The Minister of the Left's face was pale.
One of Mount Liu's old subordinates was in a daze as he muttered, "No, Grand Sage would never give up on the Dao Enforcers, definitely not. If the guardian was gone, his Divine Path would be incomplete, and it would be almost impossible for him to ascend to Secondary Saint. Liu Gong will definitely be fine, he will definitely be fine … "
The rest of the Left Minister faction did not say anything. They just listened quietly, sorrow rising in their hearts.
"Catch it, Liu Xiang!"
Fang Yun's voice was resolute and decisive, like thunder and drums. Then, he bent his finger and flicked the paper at Mount Liu.
At the same time, everyone in the palace felt a great force pressing down slowly, as if it could raze the entire capital city to the ground at any time.
Just as Fang Yun was about to play "Mount Liu's Song of a Wandering Child" to Mount Liu, Mount Liu suddenly retracted his arms.
"First Gift to Liu Shan's Merciful Crow" and "Second Gift to Liu Shan's Old Mother", the two pages of the poem floated down lightly. It was impossible to see the power that made Liu Shan's arms bend.
The poem ended with Zhu Gong killing his son.
Mount Liu untied his official seal from his waist and presented it to Jing Jun with both hands. He said loudly, "This humble official, Mount Liu, requests to return to my hometown for three years because of my mother's illness. I hope Your Majesty will consider this humble official's filial piety and grant this humble official's wish."
Jing Jun was still lying in front of the Empress Dowager's knees. When he heard Mount Liu's sudden shout, he was so frightened that he did not know what to do. After a few breaths, he hurriedly ran back to the dragon throne. He kept wiping his sweat, glanced at Fang Yun, and finally looked at Kang Ha-chuan with a pleading expression.
Although Jing Jun was Fang Yun's disciple, every now and then, Kang Ha-chuan would personally teach him.
After three breaths, Jing Jun's expression became serious. He said loudly in a childish voice, "Approved."
A few officials rolled their eyes. A few officials almost laughed out loud. The rest of the officials had a strange expression on their faces.
It was reasonable to say that if a high official like Mount Liu wanted to return to his hometown, even if the emperor wanted him to leave, he would pretend to steal Mount Liu's affection once or twice. He would say that the country needed Mount Liu, and use an angry attitude to accuse Mount Liu of being disloyal and so on. Only when Mount Liu repeatedly begged, would the emperor agree.
But Jing Jun was good. He directly said, "Approved." He did not even say any polite words. If it was any other time, he would have angered a high official to death.
The people of the Left Minister's faction behind Mount Liu were grief-stricken. They felt as if the sky had collapsed. Their eyes were dull, and their bodies swayed. They were like walking corpses.
There was no doubt that as long as Mount Liu walked out of the throne room, all the officials of the Left Minister's faction would be banished to the cold yamen, and the worst case would be stripped of their positions. The worst case would even face imprisonment.
There was no doubt that whether or not Mount Liu could return in three years, Jingguo would inevitably carry out a cruel purge to uproot Mount Liu's power.
However, no one blamed Mount Liu. This was because this was his only choice. Once Fang Yun flicked out the third page, Mount Liu would definitely not be able to withstand it. Not only would his body be seriously injured, but his literary palace would also be sealed by the ancestral tablet. If it was light, his literary heart would be shattered. If it was heavy, his literary palace would collapse and he would die in the imperial court.
Now, Mount Liu admitted defeat and gave up fighting against Fang Yun. The ancestral tablet and Fang Yun's power would not continue to attack Mount Liu.
Fang Yun glanced at Mount Liu. With a wave of his hand, the two pages on the ground flew back into his hand.
The three poems stacked together and floated in the air, bearing witness to today's events in the imperial court.
The light in the sky gradually dissipated, and finally disappeared along with the ancestral tablet.
Mount Liu handed the official seal and ceremonial tablet to the eunuch, turned around, and slowly walked out.
Mount Liu's expression did not change. His steps were steady, as if he was leaving an ordinary court. There was not a trace of abnormality.
Everyone looked at his back. This figure had always been incomparably tall under the sky and the gate of the throne room, but now, with every step he took, he seemed to shrink, becoming smaller and smaller.
No one laughed at him, no one mocked him. Even those who hated him the most could only watch silently.
An era had come to an end.
The moment Mount Liu stepped out of the gate of the throne room, his body swayed. Then, everyone heard a crisp but faint sound.
They saw Mount Liu's crown fall off. His silver hair fluttered in the wind, dancing with his clothes.
Mount Liu did not seem to notice and continued to walk forward.
Bang, bang, bang …
The wooden door frames of the throne room exploded one after another. Wood chips flew everywhere.
Everyone was stunned, and then sighed.
The members of the Left Minister's Party were in tears.
Although Mount Liu's guts did not crack, the sound indicated that there were slight cracks.
The door frames flew everywhere, indicating that Mount Liu could no longer control his strength.
Everywhere Mount Liu passed, the stone floor cracked, and the guards on both sides were thrown back, vomiting blood.
After ten steps, Liu Shan's boots exploded in all directions.
From the beginning to the end, Mount Liu did not seem to notice. He walked forward barefoot.
The sun was setting in the west, and the sky was filled with light. On the long road, his silver hair flew.
In twelve years, he had suppressed one court, and in the throne room, he held the Divine Path. However, the people in Dream Surprise Alley had white hair that reached the clouds.
The throne room was silent. It was not until the man in green disappeared from the imperial palace that the people came back to their senses.
Everyone looked at Fang Yun, whether it was on the two sides of the court or on the dragon throne.
At this moment, there was no ruler or minister in Jingguo, only Fang Yun.
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