He was indeed not the best. In the imperial examination that year, there were more than one or two people who were better than him in writing and management. He had no hope at all, but in the end he learned that he had been selected as the number one scholar.
He became the disciple of the prince of the early Qing Dynasty.
This was a kind of joy similar to that of Pingque being selected. He thought that his career would be smooth sailing. However, his success came to an abrupt end five years later.
Mo Zhilan wrote a letter recommending him to serve as an official in Yunzhou, and sent a young official who was supposed to be famous to the very frontier of Tianche, where he remained indifferent for ten years.
"Ru Ling." Mo Zhilan had already changed his title and looked at him with a smile, "I have more expectations for you than others. In the past ten years, you have not given up on yourself because of the desolate land of Yunzhou. If
Ling, you have passed many tests, and from today on, I will regard you as my confidant."
Fang Ruling was a little stunned, not understanding Mo Zhilan's deeper meaning.
Mo Zhilan stood on the spot, took out the yellow silk from his sleeve, unfolded it, and read aloud: "By God's blessing, the emperor issued an edict: Yunzhou Prefecture Fang Ru Ling, who took office as the Yunzhou Prefecture Prefecture in the year Bingshen, and has been diligent in government for ten years.
Love the people, be honest and self-sufficient, guard the territory and protect the land, benefit the country, have merit in the court, and be virtuous to the people. Hereby, Fang Ruling is promoted to the prime minister of Zhongshu. He can take office on the day when the decree comes. I appreciate this!"
"..." Fang Ruling knelt there blankly and didn't react for a long time.
It was so unexpected. In the past ten years, he had almost never thought about returning to the imperial capital one day, or even thinking about seeing Mo Zhilan again... But today, not only did he meet Mo Zhilan, he even... came from the small Yunzhou Prefecture.
Mansion, became the Prime Minister of Zhongshu...
Mo Zhilan smiled softly and said gently: "As ordered, if you still don't accept the order, do you want to resist it?"
As soon as he heard the words "resisting the decree", Fang Ruling came back to his senses, kowtowed quickly and said solemnly: "Your Majesty, Fang Ruling accepted the decree. Thank you for your grace. Long live your Majesty! Long live your Majesty!"
After carefully receiving the imperial edict, Fang Ruling closed his eyes and controlled the overwhelming emotions in his heart in the shortest possible time. When he opened his eyes, he stood up and bowed deeply to Mo Zhilan: "Your Majesty, I am the official Yong.
Don’t forget your great kindness.”
Waving his hands, Mo Zhilan turned around, sat back on the sandalwood chair, and said with a meaningful smile: "I regard Ruling as my own. Besides, Ruling is my disciple. His Majesty promoted Ruling to the position of Prime Minister of Zhongshu.
You should think carefully about the meaning of this."
When Mo Zhilan said this, Fang Ruling's heart suddenly tightened: He naturally knew that Mo Zhilan was the emperor's uncle. The emperor transferred him to the imperial capital, obviously to cultivate subsequent forces for Mo Zhilan. In this way...
…Could it be that His Majesty wants to take the Zen position?
The moment such thoughts came into his mind, Fang Ruling suddenly tightened his back. You must not think too much about this kind of thing. Your heart is unpredictable.
"I won't mention this in advance, as long as you are aware of it." Mo Zhilan's elegant black eyes turned slightly, and his smile was like a green willow. "In addition to announcing the decree for His Majesty, I have one more thing to do when I come here this time.
.”
"My lord, are you talking about... the princess?" Fang Ruling made a bold guess.
"I'm afraid there are some things you don't know yet. Feng Xizi is no longer my princess." His tone remained unchanged, his calmness and elegance remained the same, as if he was talking about the most ordinary thing, not about himself.