The hundreds of officials stood in two rows in front of him. They were either dressed in official robes or civilian robes. Their robes did not move, but the robes of the palace guards fluttered in the wind. They could not open their eyes. ¤
The civil and military officials all turned to look at him.
The Four Prime Ministers, the Six Ministers, the Prefectural Governors, the leaders of the military, the Royal Family, and the leaders of the aristocratic families were all present.
Fang Yun felt the air around him freeze. He could not breathe.
Under normal circumstances, Fang Yun would not feel anything even if there were twice as many people present. However, he was in front of the Royal Palace of a country. The officials were about to enter the Imperial Court. They had been gathering for a long time.
The Imperial Court was the place to practice the Divine Path!
The hundreds of eyes were the examination of hundreds of powers.
"Buzz …"
The horses pulling the carriages fell to the ground one by one, and the carriages fell to the ground one after another. The scholars cried out in alarm.
Fang Yun's robes fluttered behind him. In the next moment, he released the power of Literary Courage and his robes fell to the ground.
Fang Yun saluted the officials and walked towards the bridge leading to the Right Ye Gate.
Many of the officials smiled.
Fang Yun walking to the Right Ye Gate meant a lot to them.
If Fang Yun walked to the Left Ye Gate, he would not necessarily lean towards the Left Prime Minister. However, if he walked to the Right Ye Gate, he would definitely not lean towards the Left Prime Minister.
Fang Yun looked straight ahead and walked steadily. However, he was looking at the two groups of officials from the corner of his eyes.
The officials were fine, but Fang Yun did not expect the Royal Family and the leaders of the aristocratic families to be gathered. This was rare.
The Royal Family was only here to carry out their duties. If they really wanted to interfere with the military, other than King Kang who had the support of the Half-saint family, everyone else would be purged.
The leaders of the aristocratic families all had titles in Jingguo. They might not participate in the military, but since they were here, it meant that they supported the Royal Family of Jingguo.
These aristocratic families suffered the least losses after the fall of the Kingdom of Jingguo. This was because the King of any country would welcome them. However, the last thing they wanted was for Jingguo to be destroyed.
Other than Chen Guanhai's family, which was established after the founding of the People's Republic of China, the rest of the families were established before the founding of the People's Republic of China. They had contributed a lot to Jingguo, and had a blood feud with the neighboring families of Gyeongo and Wu Guo.
If Jingguo was destroyed, these aristocratic families would be mocked by the aristocratic families of Gyeongo and Wu Guo for at least a hundred years.
After figuring everything out, Fang Yun came to the end of the row of military officers and officials from the Academy of Literature.
The last ranked official cupped his hands and said, "Greetings, Lord Fang." Then, he took a step to the south to make room for a person in the north.
Fang Yun glanced at this person and nodded lightly. This person was a fifth-rank general in the capital. Normally, he would not be qualified to attend court. Only Rank Three and above, as well as a few low-ranked officials who had important matters to attend to, were allowed to attend.
Fang Yun walked past him and continued forward. Every time he passed by someone, an official would greet him and take a step to the side.
Not long after, Fang Yun arrived in front of a Rank Three official. The official took a step to the side and cupped his hands to greet him. It was obviously different from the others who greeted him first and then moved to the side.
On the other side of this Rank Three official. This official was a Rank Three official. Like Fang Yun, he had the title of a Cabinet Advisor.
Fang Yun nodded one last time. His gaze swept across the high-ranking officials in front of him, and then he entered the empty seat that the Rank Three official had vacated.
At this moment, the Notre-Dame was preparing a statue of Xusheng. It would take a few days for Fang Yun to be bestowed the title of Xusheng, and Fang Yun's new title of Saint of Shock would have to be discussed again. Fang Yun was only a Cabinet Advisor. He had the least experience, so he was placed in front of all the Rank Three officials and behind all the Rank Three officials.
Fang Yun did not notice Zhang Poyue. It seemed that the Imperial Court was afraid that there would be problems at the frontlines, so they could not allow the Dingyuan Army's leader to return.
Fang Yun stood in front of the Right Gate, motionless.
The rest of the Jinshi stood outside the moat for a while. They all made their choice.
Among the top ten Jinshi, three chose to enter the Left Gate, while seven chose to enter the Right Gate.
The remaining 200 or so Jinshi went to the other two gates. In the end, less than 50 people chose the Left Gate, while the rest chose the Right Gate.
Such a situation had never happened since the Left Minister took over.
The fact that these Jinshi chose the Right Gate not only meant that they would not seek refuge with the Left Prime Minister, but also meant that Fang Yun finally had real wings!
Before, Fang Yun only had power but no henchmen. Those people were at most his supporters.
But now, hundreds of Jinshi would become Fang Yun's henchmen.
Before, Jingguo only had 30 Jinshi in a year!
Some of the officials in front of the Right Gate smiled.
Some of the officials in front of the Left Gate also smiled. Although they were civil officials, they were not henchmen of the Left Minister or the Sangfroid King.
The person standing at the head of the group of civil officials did not move at all. His face was expressionless, and his expression did not change at all.
The old man was elegant and had an extraordinary temperament. He was over 60 years old, but his face looked like he was in his early fifties. His entire body was meticulously groomed, but there was more silver hair on his temples than half a year ago.
The Left Minister, Mount Liu, was the head of the civil officials in Jingguo.
Fang Yun glanced at the civil officials in front of him. Many of them were staring at him, but there was one person who was very special.
Ji Zhibai.
Ji Zhibai was very calm, and his eyes were very cold. But deep in his eyes, there was a fire of hatred that could not be hidden.
The two of them looked at each other.
Ji Zhibai clenched his fists, and his eyes were about to spit fire.
Fang Yun was a little apologetic at first, but he suddenly thought of how many people on the civil list used Ji Zhibai as the measurement unit for scholars and poems. He could not help but turn his head, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
Many of the officials saw this and smiled at Ji Zhibai.
Ji Zhibai gritted his teeth. He looked away, lowered his eyelids, and stared at the ground in a daze.
When the time came, two eunuchs walked out from the left and right gates. Just as they were about to lead the two groups of officials into the gates, a very despicable voice sounded from not far away.
"Wait for me! I am Prince Huang, and I also want to participate in the court meeting! "Ao Huang turned into a golden light and rushed over.
When Fang Yun and the others turned to look, Ao Huang had already rushed in front of Fang Yun. He flew between Fang Yun and the third-rank official and hung in mid-air.
The official stared at Ao Huang in shock. What was this yellow dragon doing?
Ao Huang twisted his dragon body, and used his tail to push the third-rank official away. He muttered, "You don't know who's better, don't you know how to make room for me? Ai, Fang Yun, I'm not late, am I? "
Fang Yun rolled his eyes at Ao Huang, but this yellow dragon was right. He did have the qualifications to participate in the court meeting, and he should be at the head of the group, but no one reminded him.
"Yes, follow me obediently. I don't want you to open your mouth, so don't speak. Otherwise, I'll complain to your sister." Fang Yun had already discovered Ao Huang's weakness. He was afraid of his sister.
"You win!" Ao Huang fiercely glared at Fang Yun, and then happily floated in mid-air.
The two eunuchs looked at each other, and then led the group into the gates.
Behind the gates was a river. It was called Jingshui, and above it was the Jingshui Bridge.
Fang Yun looked around as he walked. Behind the Jingshui Bridge was a road with ceremonial bands on both sides. Further ahead was the Fengtian Gate.
The Fengtian Gate was tall and had yellow tiles and red walls. In front of the gate were two bronze lions as tall as a man, one male and one female. A plaque hung above the gate. It was written by Chen Guanhai and Chen Sheng himself: "Fengtian Gate."
Fang Yun took a closer look. The three words were deeply embedded in the plaque, like a hidden dragon that could fly to the sky at any time.
However, there were slight cracks on the plaque.
"It seems that the legendary core of the Divine Path is in the palace. The Fengtian Gate is the first gate of Jingguo, and it will never be damaged. Moreover, the plaque contains Chen Sheng's power and has the power of the Divine Path. Other than the divine punishment that day, no other power can make it crack. "
Everyone stood still under the Jingshui Bridge, but they didn't cross it.
Not long after. The sound of bells and drums came together. This was the king and empress entering the palace. After a while, the music stopped.
"Morning!" A eunuch in front of the Fengtian Gate shouted.
Two eunuchs led the officials across the Jingshui Bridge, through the Fengtian Gate, and toward the Fengtian Hall.
Fang Yun raised his head and looked around. A majestic hall stood in front of him. The roof was light gold and the walls were crimson red. The hall was built on three levels of white marble platforms. Every level had nine steps.
Everyone walked up the nine steps and came to the front of the Fengtian Hall.
The Fengtian Hall was the Throne Room.
Except for Fang Yun, all the new Grand Scholars stopped and stood in the square in front of the Fengtian Hall according to their ranking in the examination.
The others continued to walk forward.
There was also a plaque in front of the Fengtian Hall. The words "Fengtian Hall" were written not by Chen Guanhai, but by Cui Sheng, the Half-saint who founded Jingguo.
Everyone stepped over the threshold of the Fengtian Hall and continued to walk inside. If it was the morning court, there would be officials chanting the names of the officials. However, there were too many people in the court, so there was no need for officials to do so.
Fang Yun looked up and saw that the interior of the Celestial Worship Hall was dazzling with gold and jade. It was spacious and grand, so gorgeous that it didn't seem like it belonged to the mortal world. However, he had seen the Dragon Palace before. After a moment of shock, he realized that the decorations here were actually very ordinary.
There were many soft seats on the ground on both sides of the Fengtian Hall for the officials to sit.
Ao Huang kept curling his lips. He didn't put the most magnificent palace in Jing Country in his eyes.
The deepest part of the Fengtian Hall was the imperial platform. On the imperial platform was the dragon throne. However, the dragon throne was covered by a thin veil. Two people could be vaguely seen sitting inside. One was petite and the other was even smaller.
Fang Yun heard a childish voice from inside, "Mother … Mother, which one is Fang … Fang Zhenguo?"
The voice was very soft and ordinary people could not hear it. However, the lowest ranking official was a Grand Scholar, so they could hear it clearly.
Then, Fang Yun saw the person behind the veil make a gesture to keep quiet. The child did not speak again.
After everyone was in position, a eunuch screamed, "Greetings!"
Everyone present, except for the Grand Scholar who only lowered his head slightly, bowed in the direction of the dragon throne.
"Greetings to the Monarch and Empress Dowager."
Fang Yun did the same. He lamented that the status of scholars was high. They did not need to kneel or pay respect. They completely treated the monarch as a scholar with a slightly higher status.
Since the fall of the Han Dynasty, the status of scholars became higher and higher. The court ceremony also became simpler and simpler.
Ao Huang imitated Fang Yun and paid his respects. However, his eyes were darting around as he looked around.
"The ceremony is over." The eunuch said again.
"Give a seat." The monarch's childish voice came from behind the veil.
The officials sat in order according to their official positions.
Ao Huang groaned as he sat on the soft mat, looking around mischievously. Everyone turned a blind eye to him. Only the young monarch on the dragon throne could not help but say, "Little … Little Huang Long!"
"You're the little one!" Ao Huang replied softly. He was afraid that Fang Yun would be angry and hurriedly shut up.
Some officials lamented in their hearts. A good court meeting was completely ruined by Ao Huang. However, the monarch was still young and Ao Huang was Prince Huang. Everyone could only turn a deaf ear.
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