I Become A Saint By Studying

"Ha ha!"

It was rare for Lin Yunhong to be so excited, he looked at Zhang Judong with a smile and said, "Go back and study this information carefully, set up a new department in the manufacturing department, and concentrate on this matter!"

"The minister obeys the order!"

Zhang Judong took the order, but he had a new problem. He looked at Lin Yunhong and said, "Your Majesty, then...whose font is used for this text?"

"That's a problem!"

Lin Yunhong pondered for a moment, in all fairness, he liked the font of the emperor Lin Yi very much, it was the most beautiful font he had ever seen among all the ministers.

If Lin Yi's font can be promoted, it will have an extremely positive effect on his prestige after becoming the crown prince.

"In my opinion, Lin Jieyuan's handwriting is very beautiful. Have you all seen the Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng?"

Lin Yunhong looked at Zhang Judong and the others.

"Lin Jieyuan's handwriting is indeed extremely beautiful, and it's nothing more than a brilliant pen. I will send someone to invite Lin Jieyuan to the Ministry of Industry, and the court will discuss this matter!"

Zhang Judong nodded slightly.

He could tell that His Majesty had a good impression of Lin Jieyuan, and he followed His Majesty's wishes... Why can't he win His Majesty's heart?

"The minister seconded the proposal!"

"The minister seconded the proposal!"

Zhao Tai, the Grand Master of the Third Palace and the Minister of the Household Department also seconded the proposal one after another.

It's just that Chuck, a scholar of Wendian University, and a scholar of Fengtiandian University, are somewhat unwilling.

After all, once the font is decided, it will be the same font for thousands of years. When people see this printed text, they will think of the owner of the text.

Is this more than just a name left through the ages?

What ecstasy did Lin Jieyuan give His Majesty?

"Okay, next, let's discuss the money together, Ning Zimin..."

for a while.

The atmosphere in the imperial study room became extremely harmonious, and the monarch and his ministers were of the same mind, so why worry about not being able to do great things.

...

the next day.

In Tianjin Prefecture, the weather is slightly cold, with light snow pattering in the sky.

City gate upstairs.

A guard yawned, shivering from the cold wind, and said to his colleagues, "I'm afraid this winter will be difficult. I heard that there are snowstorms in many southern states. It is estimated that many ordinary people will not be able to survive this winter." .”

"Why do you think so much? You're not doing well, so why worry about other people? The court will take care of these things!"

The colleague next to the guard scoffed.

"The imperial court?"

The guard's expression darkened, and he said, "The imperial court can't control it, our Jintian Mansion is so close to the capital, it's rotten like this... Woo!"

Before the guard could finish his sentence, he was covered by his colleague, who stared at him and said, "You don't want to die? You dare to say such a thing, you don't think about yourself, think about your daughter and daughter-in-law, Let's just live our own lives..."

"Brother Song, we can't bear it in our conscience. We just watched those female scholars being raped by... Hey, it would be great if the imperial court could send ministers to visit our Jintian Mansion."

The guard sighed.

Maybe Life has smoothed his horns, but the conscience deep in his heart made him suffer and struggle.

What's going on in this world...?

at this time.

On the official road outside the Fucheng, the earth rumbled and shook, and smoke and dust rolled up in the sky, winding for several miles like a black dragon crossing the border.

"Brother Song, there is a situation!"

The guard saw the scene on the official road in the distance, and the hairs on his body stood up in shock, and subconsciously wanted to blow the horn.

"Wait a moment!"

The guard named Brother Song had his eyes full of energy, and said with a flushed face, "Jiang Chen, didn't you say that if the imperial court sends someone to visit our Tianjin Tianfu? Look, the imperial court will come here, it's the Dragon Guard of the capital Three thousand armors, this is the Son of Heaven's own army!"

He saw the banner of the Dragon Guard's army in the smoke and dust.

"real?"

Jiang Chen was shocked all over, but he was an unrecognized ninth-grade scholar, so he couldn't see clearly at all.

But The next moment.

He saw in the void outside the city, an exquisite and luxurious carriage of Tengyun, rushing towards Fucheng.

"My dear, this is the fourth rank gentleman's way of speaking!"

The guard surnamed Song was stunned, and said, "Three Thousand Armors of the Dragon Guard are also blessed by the fourth rank gentleman's supernatural powers, Jiang Chen, we have a big shot here in Jintian Mansion!"

The guard Jiang Chen excitedly said, "Then let the brothers open the city gate?"

"open!"

The guard surnamed Song said, "I'll report to Master Tongzhi."

...

Not long.

The guard surnamed Song arrived at the magistrate's yamen and informed the prefect of Tianjin and Tongzhi that someone from the capital had come.

At first the two officials were still unmoved, but when they heard that there was a senior member of the fourth rank and three thousand dragon guards accompanying them, they were shocked and broke out in cold sweat.

"Quick, quick!"

The prefect of Jintian and Tongzhi hurriedly called their men and horses to meet them outside the city.

They have stayed in Jintian Mansion long enough, and it is time to show their performance so that they can be promoted to become officials in the capital.

at the same time.

Jiang Bingshan, a thousand-household member of the Dragon Guards Office in Jintian Prefecture, also received the news from the eyeliner below, and dared not neglect.

After tidying up his clothes, he took Deputy Qianhu and a few hundred households and went outside the city to greet him.

This is the rule.

The capital sent ministers over, and the officials of the government and the head of the guards all went out of the city to greet them.

...

"Your Highness, Tianjin City has arrived!"

The voice of Shen Ping, a scholar of the Imperial Academy, sounded outside the carriage. Lin Yi opened his eyes, and a cold light flashed across them.

‘Officials such as Jintian magistrate, Tongzhi, torture chamber, household chamber, etc. Wait to become ghosts! ’ When Lin Yi learned that the Jintian Mansion had arrived, the anger in his heart was aroused immediately.

These officials live to waste Dayan's food, waste Dayan's air, and even waste the talents of the world.

Every day they live is a disaster day for the people of Dayan.

They pretended to be officials, and they even pretended to be scholars.

In Lin Yi's view, those who regard reading as an official are not scholars.

Those who use reading to set off their identity and status are not scholars.

Scholars should turn all the lessons in books into their own actions.

‘Assisting the people of the world, there is no such thing as virtue, which is called the text of the world. '

Those who can assist the world and grow the people, and can govern the world, are the real Dayan scholars and the real backbone for the survival and prosperity of the people of Dayan.

soon.

The carriage landed on the ground, the clouds dissipated, and Shen Ping was already a little weak. Fortunately, he was studying all the time.

Constantly replenishing the supernatural powers and talents that were consumed, so that the carriage did not fall halfway.

Behind them, Yan Shuangwu, the commander of the Dragon Guards, also rushed over with the Dragon Guards Sanqianjia. The horses under them were covered with hot mist.

These war horses did not die because of the rules and supernatural powers blessed by them, which came from the blessing of calligraphy.

Not their full potential.

Moreover, these war horses of Longwei are all born and fed by special scholars. They listen to scholars recite scriptures every day, and they are basically psychic war horses.

"It's really an elite dragon guard. I don't know which imperial envoy is in the carriage?"

The prefect of Jintian and others had already rushed outside the city gate, and they were horrified when they saw the majestic and powerful elite of the three thousand dragon guards.

The prefect of Jintian moistened his throat, took a few steps forward, and said loudly with cupped hands, "Mo Youde, the prefect of Jintian prefect, is here to welcome your lord, and please get off your sedan chair, and follow me into the city to rest..."

Crash!

Lin Yi lifted the curtain of the car from the carriage, and walked out with a demon-slaying sword in his hand. He looked down at the prefect Mo Youde with a stern look in his eyes, "Are you Mo Youde, the prefect of Jintian?"