But these people are all the same, and when they saw this scene, they immediately started recording it.
It was already impossible for Xu Guangming to step forward and stop him.
When I put pen to paper in the annals of history, all the words and ink suddenly became extremely thick and turned into a long scroll of history. Gold and stone cannot be torn apart, and water and fire cannot perish.
This is the method of historians. All records will be preserved in a special way and will eventually be passed down to future generations.
"No! That's not the case. I forgot that he is a disciple of Wen Sheng!"
Xu Guangming stood up and prepared to step forward in a panic, trying to snatch the history book.
As the Minister of Rites, he actually made a mistake in etiquette!
In fact, this mistake was so obvious that even the Xu family could not protect him.
Xu Guangming was a genuine Jinshi and had a Confucian background, but if he dared to be disrespectful to the literary sage, he would inevitably be rejected by the Confucian school.
When the time comes, his cultivation will also be affected and plummet.
"Sir Xu, please respect yourself!" Several officials in Tsing Yi stood up and stared angrily.
The roots of the historian are undoubtedly reflected here.
Let alone Xu Guangming, even if the emperor comes, they will not be able to rewrite their own history.
Xu Guangming's face turned pale and he said: "I just asked Lu Yu to kneel down and worship. I'm not targeting the Literary Sage. I'd also like to ask a few people to observe clearly."
A Qingyi Hanlin snorted coldly: "Lu Yu is a disciple of Yi Sheng, and everyone in the world knows it. Let alone you, a minister of the Ministry of Etiquette, even the emperor will not let Lu Yu kneel down. Do I kill a person on the street, and I still have to say
Did I do it unintentionally? We historians have said everything based on facts, and seeing it with your own eyes today is enough to record it in writing!"
Even though their cultivation level is not high, none of these Tsing Yi Hanlin can move.
Xu Guangming knew very well that if he dared to use force against a Qingyi Hanlin now, he would be completely doomed, and the Confucian sect would not bypass him.
"It's all your fault!" Xu Guangming turned his head and glared at Lu Yu.
Even Wang Zhen's face looked quite ugly.
Wang Zhen was an eunuch, and he didn't care what happened in the history books. But before he could give Lu Yu a show of strength, he was tricked by Lu Yu, which made him very embarrassed.
"You brought it upon yourself."
Lu Yu looked around coldly: "Does anyone else want me to kneel down and salute?"
There was silence all around. Some people who were originally prepared to question Lu Yu were now affected and became timid.
Lu Yu said: "As a disciple of Literary Sage, I sit on an equal footing with all ministers. Bring me a chair."
"Go and get him a chair." Wang Zhen said in a deep voice.
He didn't want Lu Yu to find their mistakes here and blackmail them instead.
Asking the historian to come over was originally a move against Lu Yu, but unexpectedly it turned into a double-edged sword, used to backfire on other people present.
Several servants hurried over carrying chairs and placed them behind Lu Yu.
Lu Yu sat on the chair, sitting in the center position, as if he was the host of this banquet.
Wang Zhen's face turned ugly again. Lu Yu's move turned against the enemy and made him completely helpless.
"Did you call me here just to let me enjoy the scenery?" Lu Yu looked at the green mountains and green waters in the distance and let out a long sigh.
This gesture obviously did not take the people present into consideration.
"Lu Yu, I am Yang Shen, the left deputy censor of the capital. I have a few things I would like to ask you for advice." An old man with gray beard and hair stood up and said.