In the city of Shangjing, many people are paying attention to the results of the last day of the three-court trial. The dispute between the noble princes and the civilian princes of the Zhou Dynasty has been going on for a long time. If Fang Yun can succeed, it will not only be the first time for a scholar to impeach a quasi-Wuhou,
More importantly, the results of the joint trial represented the changes in the status of noble princes and commoner princes in the Zhou Dynasty.
When Fang Yun walked out of Sifang Hou Mansion, he immediately noticed that the crowd outside the gate was much denser than usual. When he saw Fang Yun coming out, he immediately looked over.
"Little Marquis, are you ready to set off?"
Outside the gate, a leader of the government officials spoke.
"Um."
Fang Yun nodded and stepped into the sedan.
The outside of Dali Temple was heavily guarded, and there were twice as many guards as usual. Fang Yun lifted the curtain and looked out the window. When he saw four large carriages pulled by eight powerful horses, his heart skipped a beat.
The etiquette system of the Great Zhou Dynasty was very strict. Nine and five symbolized the number of the emperor. Only the emperor's carriage could be pulled and galloped by nine strong horses. The rest of the people, no matter who they were, could never pull more than nine horses. And like Fang Yun,
Xu Quan and the like, these princes' sons without fame and honor, could not pull more than five horses.
These four carriages have cloud patterns on their bodies, engraved suns, moons, mountains and rivers, and are driven by eight fierce horses. They are second only to the emperor's nine horses. Their status is self-evident.
"Could it be those people!" Fang Yun's heart was severely shaken.
Inside the Dali Temple, there was solemnity.
Zhang Muqing, minister of Dali Temple, Li Juzheng, minister of the Ministry of Punishment, and Liu Shouzheng, censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, were sitting on both sides of the lobby, as if they were listening. But in the center of the lobby, where the chief judge was sitting, there was a man wearing a first-class uniform.
He is a middle-aged Confucian scholar in court attire, wearing a crown that reaches the sky on his head, and has a majestic expression, yet exuding a gentle and refined aura.
"Fang Yun, this is Lord Rong Tingrong from the Imperial Court Counselor's Pavilion. Lord Rong is presiding over today's sand table deduction!"
Seeing Fang Yun walking into the lobby, Li Juzheng, the Minister of Punishment, stood up and said.
Fang Yun's heart moved slightly, but he thought of someone. In the Lantern Festival Literary Examination that day, there was a question asked by Mr. Rong, the first-rank Guanglu doctor in the dynasty.
"Could it be this person?" Fang Yun thought in his mind and looked up.
In the lobby, Mr. Rong seemed to understand Fang Yun's thoughts, nodded slightly, and showed a smile of approval.
"Fang Yun, a late student, has met Lord Rong!"
"Well. According to His Majesty's decree, today's three-chamber hearing will be presided over by me. Zhang, Li, and Liu will be present to observe!" Lord Rong said calmly: "However, the Crown Prince Shaobao has not arrived yet. Fang Yun,
You have to wait a little longer."
"Wan Sheng understands."
Even if he could wait for the first-rank Guanglu doctor in the imperial court, what else could Fang Yun have to say? Taking advantage of this time, Fang Yun took a look. He immediately found that Dali Temple today was very different from usual.
Behind Mr. Rong, two rolls of bead curtains were installed today. Through the bottom of the curtains, four empty chair legs can be faintly seen.
"Besides Yang Hong, there are four people who haven't arrived yet!"
Outside the Dali Temple, four carriages drawn by eight powerful horses have already arrived. In other words, the most powerful figures today have already entered the Dali Temple. These four figures, any one of them, is
A man who wielded power and shocked the world.
These four people had already arrived, but none of them showed up. Fang Yun couldn't help but picture a scene in his mind: the four Taishan Beidou were gathering in a hall somewhere in Dali Temple, talking face to face.
Just thinking about this scene, Fang Yun couldn't help but breathe a little turbidly. While many people are paying attention to today's three-chamber trial, somewhere behind the bead curtain, the future trend of the Zhou Dynasty may be quietly decided.
"The Crown Prince has arrived!"
At this moment, a loud voice came from outside the hall. Immediately afterwards, accompanied by a clang of footsteps, the Crown Prince Yang Hong appeared at the door of Dali Temple.
Yang Hong's steps were firm and his eyes were bright and lively, revealing a strong sense of self-confidence.
"Lord Rong!"
Yang Hong glanced at the lobby, and finally landed on the chief judge, Mr. Rong.
"Your Majesty, you're welcome. Come in."
Rong Ting said in a calm voice, but his expression was not biased because of Yang Hong's accusations against Confucianism.
Yang Hong stepped into the lobby, glanced at Fang Yun, snorted slightly, and then stood still on the left side of the hall with his hands behind his hands.
"Now that the Crown Prince has arrived, the three-chamber trial can begin." Rong Ting looked down at the hall with an upright face, paused, and said:
"In addition, this time, according to the decree of the Emperor, special behind-the-scenes seats are set up for the Dazai, Taifu, Taibao and Wu Mu to attend. - Sirs, please take your seats!"
As soon as Rong Ting's voice fell, Fang Yun saw under the bead curtain, three pairs of black cloud-patterned court boots and a pair of pale gold leather military boots filed in from both sides at the same time, walking vigorously and sonorously.
Four pairs of different boots, spread out in a splay, sat down on the Grand Master's chair behind the bead curtain, motionless.
On the left side of the lobby, when he heard the names of Dazai, Taifu, Taibao and Wu Mu, Yang Hong's face changed several times. In front of these four groups of powerful figures, Yang Hong, who was as frivolous as he was, also felt an invisible force.
pressure.
The four people behind the beaded curtain represent the highest civil and military power in the Zhou Dynasty. The status and rights of these four people cannot be doubted by anyone, and cannot be insulted by anyone.
There was a hint of panic deep in Yang Hong's pupils.
"It's indeed them!"
Although Fang Yun had been prepared in his heart, he still couldn't help but feel ups and downs when he heard the names of these four people stomping their feet and shaking all directions. No one expected that the Human Emperor would send all the civil and military leaders of the Great Zhou Dynasty here.
"Someone, bring up the sand tray!"
Rong Ting ignored the feelings of the two people in the hall. With a wave of his hand, eight government servants walked in, carrying a wooden table in twos. Each wooden table had a part made of sand.
Dihuang terrain. Four tables are put together to form a huge sand table, which completely displays the terrain of the northwest battle. Hills, canyons, plains, and forests are all displayed in extremely detail.
"Take a seat!" Rong Ting pointed to the huge sand table in the hall.
After the two people sat down, Rong Ting said seriously: "Fang Yun, you are in charge of the Di tribe's army, with a strength of 1.2 million; Yang Hong, you are in charge of our army, with a strength of 650,000. In this exercise, we will destroy the opponent's army or occupy the opponent's camp.
, it all counts as a win.”
Rong Ting waved his hand, and two scribes in black Confucian robes, dressed like aides, walked up.
"There are some small flags here. Each flag represents a military strength of 10,000. Different colors represent different military branches..."
The scribe who walked to Fang Yun explained in detail the composition of Dihuang's military services, handed a bundle of small flags to Fang Yun, and then retreated. Almost at the same time, the scribe on Yang Hong's side also retreated.
There was silence in the lobby, and everyone's eyes were focused on Fang Yun and Yang Hong.
"Both sides, let's make a move!" Guanglu doctor Rong Ting said.
"Fang Yun, I won't bully you. In this sand table deduction, I will make the first move. You can see clearly."
Yang Hong flicked his wrist, and all the flags in his hand flew out. After the flags flew out, Yang Hong lowered his head and looked down at the sand table, and immediately became motionless, as if he had turned into a wood sculpture and lost his soul.
"Huh? Something's wrong!" Fang Yun glanced at Yang Hong and immediately felt that something was wrong with Yang Hong's state.
"Fang Yun, it's your turn." Rong Ting reminded.
Fang Yun withdrew his gaze when he heard the sound and calmed down. He did not look at Yang Hong's troop deployment. Different flags represented different military services. It was useless for anyone else except Yang Hong to see it. Moreover, once this sand table deduction started, it would immediately
All troop movements will be disrupted. It is useless to see it in advance.
After pondering for a while, Fang Yun planted all the flags in his hands in the same place under the astonished eyes of a pair of eyes.
"boom!"
The moment the flag was lowered, Fang Yun suddenly felt that his mind was sinking like a stone. Countless white lights exploded in front of his eyes, and countless complex terrains changed in front of his eyes. When Fang Yun calmed down, he suddenly found that he had appeared in a place.
In the mountains and forests, with flags everywhere and swords and guns pointed at the sky, the densely packed Di army swept across like dark clouds...
"here we go!"
In the lobby, everyone nodded. At the moment Fang Yun lowered his flag, a stream of black and white air rushed straight from the sand table to the sky. The air stream turned and turned into an illusory light and shadow, shooting out. In the light and shadow, countless forests
, hills, plains, narrow valleys, and rivers emerge one by one. In this complex terrain, two large armies are filled with murderous intent and are buried in it.
Under the gaze of everyone, Yang Hong's 650,000 troops were scattered across the sky, forming a huge network, spreading across the sky and earth, emitting a murderous intent. Opposite Yang Hong, a deep mountain
Among them, Fang Yun's 1.2 million troops were densely packed and crowded together. No one thought that Fang Yun would actually do this, which was a big taboo.
"When two armies confront each other, they pay attention to the formation of troops, traps at every step, and killing opportunities at every step. Fang Yun concentrated all the troops together. This gave the other side room to exert its full strength. It fell into a disadvantage at the beginning. Fang Yun, this
You have violated the taboo of marching!"
When Li Juzheng, Liu Shouzheng and Zhang Muqing saw the situation clearly, their hearts sank. Although they were Confucian ministers, the art of war was a compulsory Confucian classic. When they saw Fang Yun's formation of troops, they knew at a glance that he wanted to use
If you win with more troops, you can defeat Yang Hong with more troops.
But the real battlefield is constantly changing and cannot be determined simply by the number of troops!
"Soldiers are deceitful. I think highly of this second son of the Fang family."
Everyone in the venue had different thoughts and was not optimistic about Fang Yun. At the back of the lobby, behind the beaded curtain on the left side, there was a slight sigh.
“It’s interesting to remain unchanged in response to all changes...”
At this time, Rong Ting, a first-grade Guanglu doctor, spoke. He cupped his hands toward both sides of the lobby and said loudly:
"You two princes, you will be the ones to do this sand table deduction!"
"Um."
As soon as Dr. Guanglu Rongting's voice fell, two indifferent responses came from behind two dim screens on the left and right sides of the lobby. Immediately, two mighty internal forces flew out and submerged into the central sand table, void.
The light and shadow in the scene immediately became extremely real. Countless woods and grass grew.
…
"This sand table was actually made into a magic weapon!!"
At this time, in the mountain forest, Fang Yun felt everything around him in great amazement. Countless tents formed a spider web, extending in all directions from the valley. Each tent was filled with countless Dihuang soldiers. These Dihuang people were all tall.
, bright eyes, aquiline nose, and extremely powerful breath.
The 1.2 million Dihuang aliens are all under Fang Yun's control at this moment, and each one of them is like a finger.