Fang Ruling waved his hand and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, please come to the study."
"well."
When Mo Zhilan entered the study, Fang Ruling waved away the attendant at the door and told him not to tell anyone about this matter.
Since Mo Zhilan came under the name of "Chu Qing" and came alone, he naturally did not want outsiders to know his identity. In addition, he had a noble status. Once others knew about it, I am afraid that there would be no peace in the capital of Yunzhou.
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Mo Zhilan sat behind the sandalwood table, while Fang Ruling knelt on the ground and asked in fear: "I wonder why the prince came to Yunzhou?"
He casually flipped through your notes on his desk. The fonts on them were strong and powerful, the instructions were detailed, and the regulations were clear. Nodding, Mo Zhilan avoided the important and said lightly: "Ten years is not a long time, or a short time, but Mr. Fang has put a
The wilderness is managed in an orderly manner."
"Prince Liao praised it."
"Ten years ago, when your Excellency was an official in the imperial capital, I strongly recommended that I send Lord Fang to Yunzhou as the state capital. Maybe I didn't do this because Lord Fang was already a powerful minister in Tianche's hands, and not this little Yunzhou official.
Xiaozhizhou." Mo Zhilan's voice was soft and elegant, and he smiled slowly, "Has Master Fang ever blamed me for doing this?"
"Isn't this official..." "Huh?"
The long tail tone interrupted the official response he was about to say. Fang Ruling raised his head and bumped into the depths of Mo Zhilan's dark eyes. His expression was elegant, but with a hint of fierceness, as if he could see through people's hearts.
The light of wisdom.
Facing Mo Zhilan, Fang Ruling felt that any of his hypocritical words were ridiculous, so he lowered his head and whispered: "Back to the prince, when I first came to Yunzhou, I was confused about the prince's intention. Hello.
From the official point of view, the prince is the king, and the subordinate officials are ministers. If the king wants his ministers to die, they have to die, but the subordinate officials do not want to die without making it clear. Later, the subordinate officials gradually understood the prince's true intention."
Mo Zhilan looked at Fang Ruling with a smile, without saying a word, just smiling slightly, catching all of Fang Ruling's expression in his eyes.
"The reason why Xiaguan is sent to Yunzhou is because of the prince's trust in Xiaguan. This kind of trust is what makes Xiaguan different from other officials who enjoy peace in the imperial capital." Fang Ruling met Mo Zhilan's eyes with a look.
Word by word, he said slowly: "What the prince gave to the official was not the capital of Yunzhou, but the southwest border of Tianche."
Mo Zhilan's lips slowly raised, and his fake smile began to look sincere. He slowly stood up, and the silver-white gauze brushed over the table and fell to the ground. Following his footsteps, it showed the ultimate elegance.
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"Fifteen years ago, I presided over the imperial examination for the first time to select scholars. You were the number one scholar that year and your first disciple. Among all the officials that year, you were not the best, but you were the best.
The one who is most in line with my heart. In you, I see what I want. I kept you in the imperial capital for five years to teach you the hypocritical calculations in the officialdom. I put you in Yunzhou to make you
You know what it means to defend the territory and protect the territory."
"Your Majesty..." Fang Ruling raised his head and muttered to himself, but couldn't say a word.
Of course he knew what happened fifteen years ago. In that year, Mo Zhilan, the prince of the early Qing Dynasty, was only a young man, but he could sit above tens of millions of people and guide the country. His youthful appearance was the best in the world.
At that time, he had already made up his mind to follow Mo Zhilan.