Chapter 222: Middle Seven
Hearing the holy oar's cousin", he said that he threw the pot again, and he was not stupid to sacrifice wine, and suddenly thought of this prince of Weiguo, who had just entered the national prison.
This can be called a cousin by the saint, except for the prince of the Weiguo Mansion who is constantly favored, he really can't think of anyone else who can have this honor.
However, the sacrificial wine is a little worried, although they want to join the camp of the Queen Mother and overthrow the identity of the regent of King Anping, but if there are still people from the Queen Mother's family who are still strong, if this is the Holy Lord's pro-government, what should be done if this tail is not big.
Thinking of Assistant Teacher Yang and Dr. Liu's views on this before, Lu Xijiu was a little embarrassed.
This assistant Yang is humble, unwilling to make enemies with others, and is also polite to others. may be because of the loss of his parents and the fact that Jiang Laoguo was too strict, he doesn't know much about some things, like a child, but it has talent inside, and it is a material that can be made. If you follow the good path and lure you to the right path, you are not necessarily a good and talented minister in the world and assist the people.
But that Dr. Liu, this person is not of great use, he only knows a little bit in every class, and he doesn't bother to read at all, and there is a gap between him and the students in the Taixue Pavilion, and he is particularly unsociable. In addition to the master who came out of the piano art class, he had a very good impression, and the rest of the teachers were rotten and could not be carved.
Thinking about Dr. Liu's words, looking at Jiang Shizi, who was surrounded by everyone in the Taixue Hall just now, it seems that the relationship is quite good. This time, there were many people cheering for him, and it didn't look like he didn't fit in and had a bad relationship with other students.
"Jiang students are outstanding and have always been widely praised by teachers and students." The sacrificial wine is like this.
Chen Qing glanced at the sacrificial wine, paused expressionlessly for three blinks, and then sneered, "Don't worry about Lu sacrificial wine, don't be kind to my cousin, I know that if this is the relationship with the student, he couldn't do it before, but now he is very good at it." If it's about academics, he used to be good at it, but now he doesn't go to school."
After Chen Qing turned his head, the sacrificial wine hurriedly wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, and said in his heart, "In the past, the saint was still a child, and his words always revealed the curiosity of the young man, and in the past two years, he has become more and more unpredictable. β
ββ¦β¦ This Jiang Shizi is still good. The sacrificial wine added on the side, no matter what, he can't speak ill of Jiang Shizi, this saint must take care of it, and the queen mother of this saint must be even more careful. Moreover, this saint's attitude is ambiguous, calling his cousin intimately on the one hand, and counting Jiang Shizi's shortcomings on the other.
Is this a discord with the prince, or is the relationship so close that he can speak ill of him calmly to others.
Lu Xianjiu couldn't figure it out, but his intuition told him that today's Shengshang came forward not just as simple as a private visit to watch a game, but he didn't see the Shengshang's first Guo, who looked at the thirty-year-old and became a servant of the ministry, didn't he want to select talents this time?
Lu Xianjiu thought about the treacherous situation in the DPRK at this time, if his students of the country were reused at this time, if they had excellent luck, they would really be able to win a good official status. But if you are unlucky and fall into the torrent of bipartisan contention, it will be difficult to protect the life of a family.
However, in order to prevent the struggle between the two parties from becoming the foundation of the mountain country, both sides have plans in their hearts, and they will not harm the soldiers to seek political power in the future, so it would not be good if they could push the students who can take the career of military attachΓ©s to the saint at this time.
Although the Northern Qi, Northern Zhou, and Southern Liang countries do not have any intentions for the border, as the saying goes, prevention is better than prevention, and everything must be prepared for a rainy day.
Now the most powerful military is the Jun family, then the Shen family and the British prince Xue Mingzhao, who is in charge of the forbidden army, and the army of the king of Qi in the south, and the rest are scattered but not to be feared.
The Jun and Shen families had been leading their armies to garrison the northwest frontier, while the Qi king's armies were in the south to deal with the infestation of the common people by pirates and barbarians.
The army of this imperial capital is divided into three parts, and the Praetorian Guards in the imperial city have 50,000 people, and they are well-equipped, all of them are capable men with superb martial arts and one enemy and ten people.
Then there is the Gyeonggi camp, although there are 100,000 people, but the overall strength cannot compete with the forbidden army guarding the imperial city, but it is also a military force to be reckoned with. Because in the imperial capital, for fear of a rebellion that would lead to a change in the morale of the army, the military power of the Gyeonggi battalion is scattered, and the whole battalion cannot be dispatched without more than three soldiers, the letter or holy oracle, and the last time Mu Houye brought only one team, less than a hundred or ten troops.
There is also the Yellow Turban Army stationed in the Yellow Mountain Ridge outside the capital, the Yellow Turban Army has more than 200,000 troops, compared to the gilded Gyeonggi camp and the forbidden army that is very difficult to enter, this Yellow Turban Army is much more mixed. Some are ordinary people in the army, some are martial arts people, and some are officials.
In terms of force and discipline, this forbidden army is naturally the most powerful existence in Da Chen's army. The selected children are all innocent officials and eunuchs, or they are forbidden soldiers, and they can be regarded as close ministers, and the chances of accommodating themselves are much greater than those of Panrao.
Moreover, guarding the side of the emperor's couch, how glorious this thing is, even ordinary clan relatives do not have such an honor.
"This Shen Qi is indeed good."
Shen Qiyi on the field took the lead and started the first arrow of Zhongrao, and the seven bells that were shot by that arrow, and the sound of the arrow hitting the bell was particularly crisp when everyone held their breath.
Many people in the audience applauded it, especially the arithmetic people, if it weren't for the sacrificial wine and the presence of the dignitaries, they would definitely have no scruples, and took off their coats and shook them to show their cheers.
"Shen Qi is amazing!"
"Shen Qi! Shen Qi! Shen Qi! β¦β¦β
Jiang Lan swallowed his saliva, looked at Shen Qi's arrow in amazement, and waited for Shen Qi to come down, Jiang Lan gave him a thumbs up, "Brother Shen is really powerful." β
Shen Qi was expressionless, but when he passed by Jiang Lan, he said, "It's windy today." β
Jiang Lan raised her eyes and looked at Shen Qi, looking at the clear sky, there was really no sign of wind, and said suspiciously, "Is there wind?" β
Before he could ask clearly, Shen Qi walked to the next one.
This final round of bell shooting competition is based on the ranking of the results of the previous round.
Shen Qi, who was the first to do so, was naturally the first. Now that they saw Shen Qi directly hit seven, many people said, there is no comparison now, this Shen Qi is too powerful. In previous years, the best time was seven, but now the start is seven, so how can the people behind play it?
It was Akihiko's turn, Jiang Lan, who was originally standing on the side, turned around and went to the back, staring at the ten bells dangling on the shelf.
While observing the shaking of the bell, I tried to find the right time to put an arrow in my heart.
"Ming students, one, two, three, seven, ten, a total of five bells." Assistant Teacher Yang next to him reported on the results of the six students with the best eyesight selected by each college.