Sun Zhongyang himself had also speculated that his father Sun Xiuwen had a grand plan. Now that he had taken the risk and sided with Lu Shu, he must not be willing to continue to be a rich and idle person in the royal city. However, Sun Zhongyang would not dare to go there no matter how courageous he was.
The Emperor of Heaven guesses in this direction.
He knows the gap between himself and his father. His father, Sun Xiuwen, is a truly courageous person, but now he is just a young man who is a little better than the children of Wangcheng.
But now that his father Sun Xiuwen has really become the Emperor of Heaven, Sun Zhongyang suddenly feels that he may still not understand his father a little, and that the other party is more courageous than he imagined!
The Four Heavenly Emperors have always been the supreme authority in Luzhou. Normally, the Divine Palace does not exercise much power at all, so the Heavenly Emperor himself is the most powerful person.
And now, Sun Zhongyang finds out that he has become the son of the Emperor of Heaven?
Unlike other families who have to compete with many brothers and sisters for favor and position, Sun Xiuwen only has one son!
Sun Xiuwen once had a wife, but his wife contracted a strange disease and passed away in his early years. Since then, Sun Xiuwen has never married anyone else, and his only offspring is Sun Zhongyang.
Sun Zhongyang knew very well that his father truly loved his mother to the core, and he often lamented how difficult it was to be born into a warm and affectionate family in a wealthy family in the royal city.
Now, I am the son of the Emperor of Heaven!
From now on, anyone from a wealthy family in the royal city who wants to do business in Xizhou must look at the Sun family’s face. In the past, everyone was on equal footing, but now the Sun family is at the top. This feeling is really wonderful!
Sun Zhongyang warned himself not to be carried away by joy, but how could he have such a palace?
Turning around, Sun Zhongyang suddenly found that the twelve dead men assigned to him by his father were already kneeling on the ground and saying in unison: "Congratulations, Your Highness."
These dead men have been following Sun Xiuwen for hundreds of years. They know very well that there will never be any drama about seizing the legitimate heir in the Sun family, so they can rest easy by hugging Sun Zhongyang's thigh!
Sun Zhongyang felt a little emotional. Now that he was the son of his father, he didn't know when he would be able to leave.
Thinking of this, Sun Zhongyang waved his hand: "Sit down and continue to do your homework. If any of you has finished your homework, please do mine too."
Now he can finally speak a little more forcefully and dare to let others help him with his homework! In the past, these twelve dead men were all his father's confidants. How could he dare to order them around before getting their approval?
To be honest, the Twelve Dead Men never expected that one day they would be reduced to helping people with their homework...
You know, they are great worshipers who aspire to be as good as the Twelve Pythons.
At this time, Lu Shu was walking into the Peach Blossom Guild Hall, and he could already hear the loud talk inside at the door. The Peach Blossom Guild Hall had placed countless futons among the pavilions and waterside pavilions. Visitors could choose a futon to sit on and listen to the lecture.
There is a small, most abrupt and obvious place in the middle of the pavilions and waterside pavilions, which is used for sermons, and only the speaker can sit on it.
There were three old men sitting in the sermon, and only one of them was heard saying: "The over-interpretation of "Bai Ri Yi Shan" is actually a heretical talk. Please don't mention it in the future. Such exhortations to farmers at noon on the day of hoeing are
How can you tarnish beautiful poems at will?"
An old man quickly said: "This is the argument put forward by that person, Mr. Zhang Shenyan!"
Mr. Zhang was angry: "Even if he takes the military guards to the royal city again, I still have to say this. He is just an ignorant boy. How dare he misinterpret the poems of the God King in this way?"
The ideas Lu Shu put forward in Tiangeng Town have long been spread to Wangcheng. After all, Wang scholars are quite mobile and they like to run around.
When this argument slowly turned into a small branch, everyone knew that this was a strange statement made by the leader of the Wuwei Army. Now that the Wuwei Army was at its peak, some Wang scholars began to advocate this kind of statement, and of course there were more
People object...
Someone whispered: "Some people say that the one is the orthodox one..."
"Fart, do you think the imperial edict is fake? He is just a one-term rebel!"
"Shh!" One of the speakers' expression changed drastically: "Is this something we can talk about?"
Others laughed: "What are you afraid of? He hasn't arrived in the royal city yet, and I dare to say this even if he is in front of me. When has our Lu Zhou ever killed a scholar? Isn't he afraid that the scholars of the world will criticize him verbally and writing?"
Lu Shu was listening and couldn't figure out where these players got their confidence...
However, Lu Shu didn't pay attention to them now. Instead, he changed the details of his appearance, got up and walked among the crowd. Every time he met someone, he gave them a book.
Those books were all those that Lu Shu asked Zhong Yutang to prepare for him when he was about to leave the earth. At that time, Zhong Yutang still didn't understand why Lu Shu asked him to prepare these books.
Those Wang scholars sitting on the futon were stunned when they saw the title of the book after taking it. The thick book cover said: Appreciation of the Complete Collection of Ancient Poems...
This collection of ancient poems contains not only poems, but also annotations, as well as the sources of articles and poems, which are extremely detailed.
When the Wang scholars saw these books, they felt something was wrong, because the binding technology of these books was much better than Lu Zhou's thread-bound books. Holding it in your hands was like looking at the product of two time and space... In fact
And indeed it is.
It's not that thread-bound books are not exquisite, but they can still understand how to make thread-bound books, but the modern binding technology on earth is beyond their capabilities. For example, this printing technology is not something Lu Zhou can handle.
Technology aside, when they opened the book and saw the content inside, they felt a little dizzy. Why was the beginning of the book so different from what they knew?
Who is Li Bai and who is Du Fu? Weren't these poems written by the old god king? Why did the author change?
At this time, they wanted to talk to Lu Shu for a reason or ask about the situation. However, Lu Shu was running around all over the place and could not find anyone.
At this time, everyone could only look at the collection of ancient poems in their hands in a daze. Slowly, the three old men on the main stage also realized that something was wrong. Why were the people below holding a book in a daze?
Their eyes wandered over. After all, the sitting position was higher, and it was easier to see the overall situation when looking down. Then they saw Lu Shu who was handing out books.
One of them was stunned for a long time and shouted to Lu Shu: "That kid, what are you doing?"
Lu Shu didn't care what they said, of course he had to finish handing out the books first!
This is a gathering of Wang scholars, and the most famous Wang scholars in Lu Zhou are here. As long as he destroys the belief here first, is there any negative emotion value?
Lu Shu is not willing to do things that benefit oneself at the expense of others. After all, there is a bottom line, but he invented a new negative emotion value income called benefiting oneself at the expense of oneself...