Since that day in Xihai, following Jiaojiao's teachings and creating the Hou court, Wang Dalu's vision has broadened.
He knew that he would always have to deal with the Huang Dan Jiaojiao in his Zi Mansion who could transform into a human being. Moreover, his experience was indeed far beyond his own, and he actually retained consciousness for more than 8,000 years.
Just follow the other person's temperament and call him "senior" respectfully.
Although there was no vision revealed to everyone on the day when Wang Dalu established the Hou Court, everyone saw the gentle smile on his face and guessed that the imperial seal in his body must have been refined.
Of course, such a major matter requires everyone to discuss it together, so Wang Dalu walked straight to the palace after leaving the back mountain, and asked Li Jinbao, the steward of the palace, to inform everyone to discuss it.
When Li Jinbao saw Wang Dalu's smile, he knew it was a good thing and hurriedly sent people around to invite all the adults in the North District Mansion.
Li Jinbao was the first among everyone to arrive at the mansion.
No one has arrived yet, but his silly smile and the strong wind on his body have already been spotted by Wang Dalu, who is sitting in the main seat, and Li Jinbao, who is sitting next to him.
Li Jinbao came in and asked Wang Dalu non-stop, but Wang Dalu seemed to be sitting still and ignored him.
He also saw that he frequently winked at his eldest brother Li Jinbao but could not get any hint, so he felt anxious and sat on pins and needles in his chair.
Not long after, everyone who had been invited came into the hall and sat down.
When Wang Dalu saw his father and Old Turtle coming together, he hurriedly said hello to Old Turtle and then invited his father Wang Gang to sit on the main seat.
How could Wang Gang not know that this was his son's filial piety, but this place was no better than Wolong City.
All the monks here are the confidants of their own sons. How can I cause trouble by fighting for the throne?
Seeing that his father Wang Gang refused, Wang Dalu reluctantly sat back on the main seat, and moved out two seats closest to the main seat for his father and Mr. Turtle to sit on both sides.
Seeing the expectant and excited expressions on the faces of everyone below, Wang Dalu said.
"I called everyone here today because I want to tell you that I have now established the Hou Dynasty."
Before he finished speaking, there was an uproar and joy below.
Although they knew this would be the case, they still felt ecstatic when they heard Wang Dalu say it in person.
Li Zhaocai suddenly stood up from his chair and asked everyone to silence and let his master continue talking.
Wang Dalu said again.
"Now I can not only confer first to third-level civil and military officials, but also some high-level official positions. However, the positions are slightly scarce."
Wang Dalu paused briefly and looked at everyone present, and then said a series of numbers that could give official ranks.
These imperial seal numbers were not fabricated by Wang Dalu out of thin air, but were realized at the moment when the Hou Dynasty first opened.
As long as the court level is equal to the official rank that can be conferred, then the number of corresponding official positions that can be conferred is almost infinite.
It's just that most of the imperial courts have no useful people, and they don't have so many luck seals.
The luck required to confer a first-level civil official or military officer is about ten feet in the long river of luck, and the number of high-level official positions is doubled.
That ten-foot-long river of luck can be enough for an ordinary Hou Dynasty to accumulate three or four years of prosperity, which is far beyond what an ordinary court can squander at will.
The Li Guanghou dynasty had stood for more than 800 years, and at its peak, it had only granted sixty or seventy official titles.
The dynasty founded by my ancestors lasted for more than three hundred years, and under the rule of more than a thousand good generals, hundreds of millions of people were able to accumulate this three thousand feet of luck.
This shows that luck is difficult to gather.
Because I have the blessing of the imperial seal, even though I founded the Hou Dynasty, I can also grant some high-level official positions, but the number is limited.
The people below heard the figures mentioned by their elders, and you looked at me and I looked at each other, thinking about whether you could get a good official position.
How to allocate and when to allocate it depends on the discussion between several people in charge.
After giving everyone present a piece of reassurance, Wang Dalu, Li Jinbao, Old Turtle, Wang Gang and City Lord Lu Yu who had returned the other day drafted a list and discussed the date until the middle of the month before they left.
On that day, a large number of light-horsed carrier pigeons dispersed from the North District Mansion to deliver messages to your lords' mansions.
The words written in the letters are consistent, and they all hope that the recipient of the letter will arrive at Nanshan City within two months.
This letter was sent in the name of Wang Dalu.
Following the message conveyed by the messenger, all the dignitaries in the entire Hou Dynasty who had left the Hou Dynasty with Wang Gang and the dandy boys of Luofengpo who had left Nanshan were full of expectations for the invitation from Nanshan City.
Within half a month, Li Ziguang's new dynasty received news that Wang Gang and those who had split the dynasty were going to gather again in Nanshan City, but they didn't know what the purpose was.
The scouts and agents of the Hou Dynasty also went out one after another to find out the news in preparation for any eventuality.
This caused an extremely comical phenomenon.
Every messenger sent by Nanshan City must be closely followed by Hou Chao's scouts not more than a few dozen feet away, unable to escape.
The gate wall of the Viscount's Mansion is high and the interior of the mansion is deep.
Viscount Ning Que received an order from Marquis Li Ziguang to take care of the city palace on behalf of Viscount Liu Jin, so now the Viscount City is completely under the control of Ning Que's wife, Xiong Meifeng, daughter of Count Xiong Bo.
Although Xiong Meifeng was a prostitute, she managed the city fairly well. However, she took advantage of the absence of her husband, Viscount Ning Que, to severely punish those who did not respect their mother and son.
"Mother, mother..."
In a luxurious room, a lady sips fragrant tea and closes her eyes to relax.
A man's urgent and angry shouting was heard outside the house.
Not long after, the door was pushed open and a rich young master walked in. He held the lady's hand and kept talking angrily.
This noble lady is Xiong Meifeng, the mistress of the Viscount Mansion, and also the acting city lord of the Viscount City with a population of 70,000 to 80,000 people.
Everyone in the Viscount's House knew that their mistress had a changeable temperament and a vicious heart. She usually had a gloomy look on her servants, but she was very protective of his beloved son.
Ning Ya Nei is the overlord of the Viscount City, and there is a popular saying in the city that praises him.
"Ningjue has Ningya Nei, where bears are infested and quiet. Babies don't crow or birds don't cry. You think it's funny or not?"
This folk saying was originally composed and sung by an old scholar who was passing by Viscount City, and was later learned by children and beggars who sang it along the streets.
Xiong Meifeng was furious after hearing this, and ordered those who sang nonsense to be arrested and imprisoned. He also spread the news to the surrounding cities to arrest the old scholar.
A helpful old scholar.
This incident caused a stir in the city, and it didn't stop until Viscount Ning Que came forward to kill only the culprit and let other innocent people go.
The old scholar who composed and sang folk language was cut into pieces by five horses and died, but the folk language he left behind was widely circulated in private.
After hearing her son's angry words, Xiong Meifeng realized that it was the little bastard who had caused the trouble again.
Ning Yu was supposed to be executed when his husband, Viscount Ning Que, came back, but he never expected that a series of changes would happen in the Hou Dynasty.
Those who rebelled against the imperial court left the Hou Dynasty unharmed. After Li Guanghou died of illness, the crown prince Li Ziguang succeeded to the throne and signed a ten-year peace agreement with those rebels.
Xiong Meifeng really wanted to ask the new marquis Li Ziguang why he was so cowardly, but she knew that no matter how honorable she was with the help of her mother's family's power, if the woman really appeared in the court to participate in political affairs, the first one to come out and object would be
Count Xiong Bo, a father who loves him very much.
When her husband, Viscount Ning Que, came back, he told himself that the little bastard Ning Yu had joined the son of Wang Gang, the leader of the rebellious ministers and traitors, and should not be touched for the time being. He also begged himself that Ning Yu was ignorant and let him go.
How could Xiong Meifeng let Ning Yu go so easily because she was a woman with such a heart? It was just her father, Earl Xiong Bo, who sent her a message. She was told to wait a little longer and help her husband manage Viscount City.
Thinking of this, Xiong Meifeng said warmly.
"Then let him go. Wouldn't it be clearer for us, mother and son, if he leaves?"
The mother and son argued for a while about the invitation from Nanshan City. In the end, Ning Yanei gave in and viciously called on his servants to send the letter in their hands to Ning Yu.
With a "squeak" sound, Ning Yu's door was opened by a pretty maidservant who was about sixteen or seventeen years old.
The maidservant walked quickly to Ning Yu, who was meditating in front of the bed, and said with surprise on her pretty face.
"Master, there is news from the other side of Nanshan."
The handsome young man Ning Yu put away his skills, took the letter from the maid, read it, and said.
"Go and prepare some luggage for me. I'm going on a long trip tomorrow."
After Ning Yu finished speaking, the maid remained indifferent, biting her lip lightly as if she wanted to say something but she didn't dare to speak.
Ning Yu knew in his heart what the maid in front of him wanted.
If I have any relatives in this lofty Viscount Palace, then the girl in front of me is the only one.
This girl was named Ke'er, but her surname was unknown. She had lived on the streets since she was a child and had been begging for a living. Once, she was chased by Xiong Meifeng's son Ning Yanei and was seriously injured, but she saved him.
Ning Que took her back to his mansion to be his personal maid, and her mother's surname was Qiu Ke'er.
Ning Que gently touched her bun and said.
"You can't follow me there just yet. The journey is far and dangerous and unknown, and I can't protect you yet. I've already told that man to protect you, and I believe he won't break his promise. You can rest assured and wait for me to come back to pick you up."
When Qiu Ke'er heard her young master say this, she didn't dare to force herself to pack her luggage. She just hoped that the young master would come back soon and take her away.
In the remaining days of this month, Nanshan City has welcomed some well-traveled dignitaries one after another.