Thus, the most awkward court meeting in Gyeongo's history began.
"What do you all think about this?"
The Qing Emperor sat on his throne expressionlessly.
No one answered, including Pang Jue.
The Left Prime Minister of Gyeongo originally wanted to lead an army to attack Jingguo after Fang Yun's sword array sealed off the old Peach Mountain. Even if he lost, he wanted to wash away Gyeongo's humiliation.
However, when the Supreme Saint Fu Yue appeared, all the aristocratic families, scholars, and even the famous scholars of Gyeongo issued harsh words. The Qing Emperor had no choice but to summon Pang Jue back.
Once Gyeongo attacked Jingguo, Fu Yue would know. If he brought the Nine Star Mountain to Gyeongo, at least half of Saint Origin World would be destroyed even if the Saints could suppress him.
"He … really killed the Three Dragons Saints?" Pang Jue asked with a trembling voice.
The scholars present were silent. Some aristocratic family officials had complicated expressions.
The Notre-Dame had already informed all the aristocratic families. Fang Yun went to the West Sea alone and fought against thirteen enemies. In the end, he killed all of them with the help of the Sky Observation Mirror.
Some news had not been revealed to the public, but in the eyes of the scholars of the aristocratic families, Fang Yun was like a god.
He was in Dragon City, but he killed Gu Xu, the Dragon City Army, and slaughtered dozens of Half-saint Barbarians. He also made many Half-saint Barbarians assimilate into the human race and call themselves the disciples of the Fang Family. After that, he asked Fu Yue to come and save Two World Mountain.
In the eyes of the aristocratic families, the Notre-Dame was going to give up Two World Mountain and was prepared to fight to the death with the Barbarians at Inverted Peak Mountain.
It could be said that Fang Yun saved the human race with his own strength and prevented the people of Saint Origin World from being destroyed.
Now, Fang Yun had solved the problem of the Three Seas Water Tribe. His achievements were even greater than that of Half-saint Kong Sheng. He was on par with King Wen of Zhou when he saved the human race.
Fang Yun's title of number one below Confucius Sheng had already become the title that the Aristocratic Clans all called him.
All the Saint Clans had outstanding military exploits, and their disciples were extremely arrogant. Some people even thought that the Saint Clans were completely above the human race.
Before Fang Yun was canonized as a Saint, no matter how amazing or how talented he was, in the eyes of many aristocratic disciples, it was just an undeserved reputation. Even if the war poems were constantly spread throughout the world, they still stubbornly believed that Fang Yun's contributions were limited.
But now, the most stubborn and proud members of the Saint Clans had completely lowered their noble heads to Fang Yun.
Even if some people were just afraid that their guts would shatter.
When Qing Yan was in the West Sea, other than the Ancestral Clan and a few other aristocratic clans, all the scholars of the Holy Clans were already in awe of him.
Even some of the aristocratic families that once opposed Fang Yun gave him a Half-saint evaluation.
Fang Yun's current status was higher than that of a saint.
In this state, Qing Jun lost the courage to resist.
"What is Your Majesty's intention?" Minister Right of Gyeongo asked.
"Impudent!"
A miscellaneous scholar, Han Lin, angrily rebuked Minister Right of Gyeongo, but the others looked on coldly.
If a ruler asked a subject, the subject would ask the ruler the same question. On the surface, it seemed like nothing, but in reality, it was a crime against the ruler.
Minister Right of Gyeongo's words were very clear. This matter could not be resolved by the officials. The one who tied the bell should be the one to untie it.
It was Qing Jun who had offended Fang Yun. Only when Qing Jun set the direction could the officials think of a solution.
Qing Jun suddenly revealed a self-deprecating expression. He glanced at Minister Right and then at the officials.
"I didn't expect that We … would be such a failure!" Qing Jun's voice echoed through the hall, exceptionally loud.
The officials bowed their heads, not saying a word.
A sickly red flush appeared on Qing Jun's pale face. His chest rose and fell rapidly. After several breaths, he gradually calmed down.
"We are the ruler of a fallen country. Are you not subjects of a fallen country?" Qing Jun looked at the civil and military officials with a smile that was not a smile, his eyes full of ridicule.
The officials still did not say a word.
Seeing that they were not speaking, Qing Jun pointed to the north and said loudly, "Gyeongo's invasion of the north was our plan? Suppressing Jingguo with literature was our doing? Making things difficult for Fang Yun was our own selfish decision? Suppressing the miscellaneous scholars was our order? Speak! Why aren't you speaking? You all call me Your Majesty, but in your hearts, you all believe that everything is our fault. We, the ruler, are useless! When we were needed, we were treated with respect. Now that we are no longer needed, we are discarded like a pair of worn-out shoes! "
Qing Jun gasped for breath and pushed away the head eunuch who had come over to pound his back. He supported himself on the dragon throne and stood up shakily, looking down at the officials.
"Our only mistake was not letting Gyeongo give birth to a Fang Yun! Not taking down Jiangzhou and not letting Fang Yun become one of Gyeongo's people was our only mistake! Ask yourselves, if you were in my position, sitting on this dragon throne … "
Qing Jun pointed at the dragon throne and said, "Which one of you can do better than me? What can you use to go against Fang Yun? What can you use to protect Gyeongo? "
Qing Jun's expression was one of disdain. "You can't! Every one of you is sanctimonious, but in reality, you are all useless! Useless! "
In the court, the scholars who usually boasted of being sages and virtuous were scolded by Qing Jun. They could not refute him.
"Cough, cough, cough …" Qing Jun's body swayed and fell back onto the dragon throne. The head eunuch came up again and was kicked away by Qing Jun.
Qing Jun suddenly smiled. There was a hint of sadness in his smile, as well as a hint of calmness. His gaze became clear.
"We can die."
Hearing this, the officials secretly let out sighs of relief.
There were too many officials exhaling, so much so that it formed a clear sound.
The mockery on Qing Jun's face became even stronger.
The officials looked ashamed.
Qing Jun slowly straightened his body and said, "But I want a posthumous name!"
The officials lowered their heads and secretly glanced at the Grand Scribe in the court.
The historians of each country were responsible for recording the words and actions of the monarch. In the end, the Grand Scribe would review and edit them.
In name, the Grand Scribe was an official of a country, but in reality, he was only responsible to the Saints of the Shi family. In other words, no one could interfere with what the Grand Scribe wrote.
The Grand Scribe of a country was not of a high rank, but he was in charge of a country's history books. He had a respected status and was at least a Grand Scholar. He was the best way for many Grand Scholars to become Great Scholars.
The Grand Scribe, Su Qing, raised his head and smiled. He looked at Qing Jun and said, "How many Gyeongo people can be saved with one stroke?"
Qing Jun said without hesitation, "Tens of thousands of lives."
Su Qing turned his head and scanned the officials. "Who dares to help the country save the Emperor?"
The Grand Scribe had asked in front of everyone who would overthrow Qing Jun. Such disgraceful words, from Qing Jun to the lowest official, no one scolded him.
The atmosphere in the hall did not change at all.
Not only did Qing Jun not blame Su Qing, he revealed an indescribable expression of pride.
This group of useless people did not even dare to kill the Emperor! He was right to scold them.
Su Qing smiled freely and turned his head to look at Qing Jun. "I am willing to rewrite the history of Qing."
Sighs could be heard in the hall.
In particular, the scholars of the Shi family looked at Su Qing with regret.
This meant that Su Qing had given up on the path of Great Scholars and the Holy Path of the Shi family.
Qing Jun laughed loudly. "Good, I will wait here for Fang Yun! He is a Half-saint, and I am the Emperor! "
Qing Jun raised his head high as if he was looking down on the country.
However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not hide the regret in the depths of his eyes.
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