Mo Li loosened his sleeves, "Thousands of years ago, the Imperial Master of the Ming Dynasty opened the Imperial College and built the Ming Dynasty Wall. There was also a lot of criticism. I would like to ask Mr. Song, in your opinion, how good is the Imperial College and the construction of the Ming Wall?
Is that right?!"
The old minister surnamed Song straightened up slightly and said, "The founding master of the country was far-sighted. Without the Imperial Academy, it would be impossible for the Ming Dynasty to have as many talents as possible. Without the Ming Dynasty Wall, the people of the south would never have peace!"
"That's good!" Mo Li turned around, and his silver-purple eyes met the old man's eyes seriously, "Why don't I meet you for a period of one year. If one year later, you still think
I am not qualified to sit next to His Highness, so what if Qingfeng voluntarily resigns from the position of great national advisor?!"
The old minister surnamed Song has lived for decades and has seen countless people, so he naturally has a very discerning eye.
I had only heard about Mr. Qingfeng before, but today I saw him for the first time with my own eyes. I thought he was just a naughty young man who spent money like water and had some martial arts skills. But when I saw him today, I just felt that it was not consistent with the legend.
What shines through those eyes is clearly the insight and wisdom that comes from long experience of the world.
Since the disappearance of the founding imperial master of the Ming Dynasty, although the Ming Dynasty has been known as a prosperous age for thousands of years, it has never produced any more talented imperial masters. Now that several princes of the Ming Dynasty have fallen one after another, they suddenly have the reputation of being the Six Kings and Mingyue Sweeping the Waste.
Now, with the emergence of such a talented young man, could it be said that this is a thousand-year reincarnation and the world is repeating itself?!
"Do you really mean what the Grand Master said?" The old minister surnamed Song looked serious.
"I'm afraid that adults won't dare to see it!" Mo Liju smiled proudly.
The veteran surnamed Song straightened his slightly hunched back and said, "See you, veteran!"
"Okay!" Mo Li put his hands behind his back, showing a somewhat mature attitude that was not commensurate with his age, "Please ask His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and all the officials to bear witness to Mr. Song and me. Today is the seventh day of October, and the seventh day of October next year will be
Today, please remember to come to court, Mr. Song!"
Turning around, she strode up the steps and sat back lazily in her seat.
The old minister surnamed Song stood there, saluted the bright moon on the high platform, turned around and walked towards the palace door. He didn't remember until he walked outside the palace door that the national master did not explain what would happen if he lost.
He paused and turned his face in confusion.
On the high platform, he saw the young man wearing a golden mask smiling gently at him, with no hint of evil in his purple-silver eyes.
At that moment, the old minister named Song finally understood.
She didn't forget to mention it, nor did she disdain his bargaining chip. This bet was just to allow him to continue living and have enough face to walk out of this imperial city, and paved a beautiful staircase for him to step down.
Turning around, he moved towards the high platform from a distance and cupped his hands.
Not to salute Mingyue, but to pay tribute to Li Qiye.
Although today was just the beginning of the bet, he had already taken a liking to this young man. At this moment, he knew with clarity that he would be the loser in a year!
However, even if he loses, he must be convinced.
Mo Li watched the loyal old minister go away, and then he looked away, looked at the ministers, and smiled lightly, "Is there anyone else who wants to bet with me?!"
At the bottom of the steps, no one answered.
A smile appeared on Mingyue's lips.
When it comes to managing people, this little girl is not inferior to him.
He had made a three-year agreement with her before, but now it was less than a year, and he had already lost to such an extent. How could these people be her opponents?!