In order to win over the other party, she has made up her mind that no matter what the other party asks for, she will try her best to satisfy it.
After all, with the decline of the sacred power of the Xinxue, the Xinxue has also become an old school like Neo-Confucianism, and then there will inevitably be a situation where a hundred schools of thought are contending within the Wen Dao.
When the time comes, countless schools of thought will emerge that aim to become saints.
Among them, the fastest and easiest way is of course Fulongting!
Once you assist a certain prince to achieve an imperial career, perform meritorious deeds, designate your own school as an official school, and expand your influence, then the chance of becoming a saint will naturally be greatly increased!
Zhu Yuexian knew that she was at a great disadvantage compared to the prince and other princes, so she naturally had to spend more effort to maintain her relationship with Yang Lin.
However, Yang Fan shook his head.
"Students will always remember His Highness's kindness in knowing others. How can we seek to repay him for his trivial achievements? Your Highness should not mention this matter again!"
Zhu Yuexian took a deep look at the man in front of him, who was as handsome as jade, and said: "In that case, I will record your achievements for the time being! We will discuss your merits and reward you later!"
Yang Fan nodded: "That's fine!"
"but--"
Zhu Yuexian pondered for a moment, but then suddenly said, "Yang Lin, are you interested in going to All Saints Academy to study?"
"Um?"
Yang Fan raised his eyebrows, "All Saints Academy?"
He vaguely remembered that Lu Chi once mentioned that he had gone to All Saints College to study.
Because he was both excellent in character and academics, the teacher really had nothing to teach him, so he had no choice but to come back and inherit Ehu Academy.
It is comparable to the example of a person who failed in his studies and returned home to inherit a fortune worth hundreds of millions.
Zhu Yuexian nodded and said: "That's right! It's All Saints Academy! Although the admission period of the academy has passed, the royal family has the privilege to recommend suitable talents to enter the academy for further study at any time..."
The Academy of All Saints preserves the inheritance of many sages and was founded by Confucius.
From ancient times to the present, the control of the academy has been inherited by the direct bloodline of the first-level masters of the sages, and has gradually developed into a sacred place for the inheritance of literature and Tao.
Every once in a while, the academy will take the initiative to recruit new blood.
In the early days, the examination and examination system was used to select talented people to enter the academies. Later, the ninth-grade Zhongzheng system was used as the standard. When the imperial examination became popular, the academies used the top three in new subjects as the standard and conducted admissions every three years.
Students who are admitted to the hospital have the opportunity to listen to the teachings of semi-sages, read the notebooks of saints, and if they are lucky, they may even have the opportunity to inherit the holy path of the ancestors, which is a great benefit.
Therefore, every time a college enrolls students, there will be a lot of competition, and different schools of thought are particularly fierce when competing for admission places.
The only exception is the imperial court.
They have the privilege of directly arranging for bachelors and academicians to directly settle in the academy, firstly to pass on the holy way, and secondly to indirectly control the academy.
Of course, with Mr. Yangming's qualifications, he can naturally recommend Yang Fan to study in the academy. However, the admission time has passed, and Mr. Yangming will not take the initiative to break the rules of the academy.
After a pause, Zhu Yuexian continued, "If Yang Lin goes to the academy to study for a period of time, with your qualifications, you may be able to get a glimpse of the semi-saint realm!"
When Yang Fan heard this, his heart moved: "Since it is His Highness's kindness, Yang Lin must be ashamed of it! However, the situation in Nanchang Mansion is unstable now, can you allow me to go to the academy later?"
"It doesn't matter! I will write a handwritten letter from you, and you can go to All Saints College to study at any time."
Zhu Yuexian decisively spread out the paper and started writing. After finishing writing, he stamped it with his royal seal and then handed it to Yang Fan.
"Thank you, Your Highness!"
Yang Fan thanked him.
"There is no need to be like this! Now that the situation is about to be chaotic and the world is coming to an end, I need the help of talents like you, Yang Lin, by my side! If you can become a semi-saint, you will naturally be of great help to me."
Zhu Yuexian looked at Yang Fan with bright eyes and said calmly, "If you, Yang Lin, can become a Chonglou Saint, after I gain the throne, I will definitely reward you with titles and titles!"
"Working together, we will definitely be able to revive the Ming Dynasty! Let the tillers have their own fields, the residents have their own houses, the sick have their own doctors, and the laborers have their own careers..."
"There are no gods, ghosts and demons raging, no corrupt officials running rampant... Overseas countries come to worship, vassal countries come to court..."
"That will be an unprecedented prosperous Ming Dynasty!"
Until Yang Fan left, Zhu Yuexian's passionate words were still echoing in his mind.
"That day, you will be my patron king!"
"The patron king..."
Yang Fan muttered.
It has to be said that even though Zhu Yuexian was a woman, Yang Fan was inevitably moved by her magnanimity and belief in taking the common people as her own responsibility!
At that moment, he really wanted to agree to the other party!
However, he is a rebel!
"Junior brother, it is indeed you!"
As soon as he walked not far away, a voice came from not far away. Yang Fan raised his head and saw Nie Bao standing not far away.
"Senior Brother Nie!"
Yang Fan stepped forward quickly.
Nie Bao nodded and said in a reproachful tone: "Junior brother is here, why didn't you say something? If someone hadn't sent the news, I wouldn't have even known you were here!"
Yang Fan sneered: "I came in a hurry..."
Nie Bao didn't really mean to blame, he waved his hand, interrupted him, and said: "That's all, I'll be relieved if you can come back safely!"
"Thank you for your concern, senior brother..."
"You and I, fellow seniors, why do you have to be so polite!"
Nie Bao hesitated for a moment and asked, "By the way, you came from Nanchang Mansion, have you heard about the arrest of Uncle Cheng and Brother Ma?"
"Uncle Cheng, Brother Ma?"
Yang Fan's eyes flashed, these two last names were somewhat familiar.
However, he shook his head directly: "I haven't heard about this."
Nie Bao couldn't help but mutter: "That's weird! Could it be that something happened to a half-saint and a great sage who are so good?"
The decline of the sacred power of the Heart School forced Nie Bao to pay attention to every disciple of the Heart School.
After all, from the moment the Holy Power fell, it would undoubtedly become difficult for Xinxue to expand its momentum.
Various schools of thought will also intensify their criticism, and they may even intend to make their disciples defect, or go out independently and form their own sect, seeking opportunities to become saints.
Moreover, once a new holy way emerges, the philosophy of mind will undoubtedly be criticized and suppressed like the Neo-Confucianism back then, becoming a stepping stone for the new holy way.
"Oh, Master, when can you come back?"
Even Nie Bao couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.
"Little Leopard, what are you talking about as a teacher?"
At this moment, countless light points fell from the sky and gradually solidified, forming Wang Yun's figure.
He was dressed in a simple gray robe and had a gentle smile on his face. When he stood there, he didn't look at all depressed, but instead looked more aloof.
"Master!"
Yang Fan and Nie Bao hurried forward to pay their respects.
"Get up!"
Wang Yun nodded, but his eyes fell on Yang Fan involuntarily, and a strange color flashed from his eyes.
The aura on my disciple's body seems a bit strange...