As a eunuch who accompanied the emperor to the Temple of Literature, Lin Yiqiu naturally had to come first.

If nothing else, you have to look into the side to see if there is any danger.

And as Lin Yiqiu stepped in, several guards immediately followed, and then stopped under the lampstand to be on guard.

It's just that after seeing Lin Yiqiu enter, the faces of those ministers became even darker!

"Iniquity!"

He Weixin, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, only felt that there was old blood in his chest about to spurt out!

However, Emperor Qian didn't mind this, seeing that Lin Yiqiu had already gone in to investigate, and the guards had already taken up their positions, she immediately walked down from the dragon chariot.

Then, he lifted the crown of his clothes, straightened his sleeves, and walked into the Temple of Literature with a solemn face.

Seeing this, the ministers also hurried to follow.

From the moment you enter the main hall, you need to have a very cumbersome etiquette.

The emperor is a body of gold, but even so, he needs to take three steps and bend down to show his reverence for the sages.

As for the ministers, they must kneel on the ground and bow three times!

And that's the most time-wasting thing.

Although the distance between the Dacheng Hall and the Chongsheng Temple is less than 100 meters, because of this set of etiquette, it took Emperor Qiandi a stick of incense to complete it all.

Standing in front of the shrine, she closed her eyes, folded her hands, and worshipped first.

"Your Majesty, please!"

Lin Yiqiu handed over the two sticks of incense in his hand.

Emperor Qian nodded, very satisfied that Lin Yiqiu could understand the rules at this time.

Then he took two sticks of incense, walked towards the shrine very reverently, bent down, and inserted it on the incense burner in the middle.

"I am the lord of the Qianguo, and today I am here to visit the Temple of Literature for the sake of the Taixia students!"

"I sincerely seek talents, and this meaning can be learned from heaven and earth."

"May the sages of our Qianguo have spirits in the sky and protect the literary world of our Qianguo for a hundred years and thousands of years! So that all the talents in the world can be used by me! ”

After speaking, Emperor Qian bent down again and saluted.

At this time, Lin Yiqiu hurriedly knelt on the ground and took the lead in shouting.

"Your Majesty is so sincere, the spirit of the sage in the sky will definitely protect the Qianguo for a hundred generations!"

"The students of the world will definitely be driven by His Majesty, and the culture of the country will not be extinguished for thousands of years!"

This is a very flattering and very polite statement.

Although those ministers felt that they were in response, they had to follow Lin Yiqiu to echo at this time.

"Your Majesty's sincerity, the culture of the country, will be immortal!"

"It will never be destroyed! Forever! ”

and again and again.

At this point, the whole ritual of visiting the Temple of Literature is over.

But this is only for the emperor, because the rest of the ministers still have to line up and enter the Temple of Literature one by one to worship.

That's the most time-wasting.

But Emperor Qian, naturally, didn't have to wait for this, closed her eyes and continued to pray for about a quarter of an hour before she opened her eyes.

"Let's go."

rushed to the side and said, Lin Yiqiu heard it, and hurriedly stepped forward to hold Emperor Qian's hand.

Then, escorted by a group of guards, Emperor Qian left the Temple of Literature and soon went to Longren.

At this time, those ministers were relieved.

"Finally gone, this dead eunuch!"

"This place is so defiled by eunuchs! Misfortune of the Temple of Literature! ”

"Alas! We can only worship more devoutly! Otherwise, how can the stench of this eunuch be washed away? ”

He Weixin's expression was sad, and he looked like he was about to cry.

Then, he knocked his head on the ground several times.

The other ministers also followed suit one by one, kneeling in front of the Chongsheng Shrine and kowtowing!

"Your Majesty, it seems that I really shouldn't have come to this place."

Lin Yiqiu watched the situation inside from a distance, and said helplessly.

These ministers were very angry with him for entering the Temple of Literature, especially the Ministry of Rites, whose eyes could almost devour Lin Yiqiu alive!

Hearing this, Emperor Qiandi didn't care.

"It's just a pedantic person, how can there be any reason why eunuchs can't enter this Temple of Literature?"

"Besides, you are not a eunuch, you are the holy hand of the literary world of my Great Qianguo, and it is not their turn to make irresponsible remarks."

In terms of protecting the short, Emperor Qiandi is still very obvious.

Half an hour later, the dragon chariot got up, and Emperor Qian soon returned to the palace.

Lin Yiqiu escorted all the way, and was about to retire in the palace, but who knew that a guard figure ran in in a panic!

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty.... Oh no! Something is wrong! ”

The guard knelt directly on the ground, his face pale with fright!

Lin Yiqiu and Emperor Qian frowned almost at the same time, and the latter immediately asked, "What's wrong?" What kind of system is it to be so flustered? ”

"Your Majesty... Confucian temple... The Temple of Literature has collapsed! ”

The guards screamed in horror!

"What?"

Emperor Qiandi thought that he had misheard, and stood up directly.

And Lin Yiqiu's expression was not much better, and his face was constantly twitching.

"You say it again?"

Emperor Qian continued to ask.

The soldier arched his hands and reported truthfully: "Your Majesty, just when you returned to the palace, the Temple of Literature suddenly collapsed!" ”

"The subordinates didn't dare to delay, so they immediately rushed over to report to Your Majesty!"

It's impossible for the guards to lie, he doesn't have the guts, so in this way, the Temple of Literature has collapsed?

Lin Yiqiu couldn't describe his mood at the moment in words.

I can only keep relying on me in my heart!

Not really, right? Entered the Temple of Literature yourself? And then the Temple of Literature collapsed?

Could it be that this God, the sage of the Qianguo, really minds his identity as a eunuch?

But it sounds too weird!

Emperor Qiandi is still calm! Didn't think much about it!

She continued: "Has anyone been hurt?" ”

She was afraid that the Temple of Literature would collapse and bury the ministers.

The guard shook his head and said, "Fortunately, no, the Temple of Literature only collapsed the Chongsheng Shrine and buried all the statues of the sage." ”

"But..."

"But what?"

Emperor Qian's brows furrowed.

The guard's expression was a little embarrassed.

"But at this time in the Temple of Literature, those ministers are kneeling and crying bitterly, Your Majesty, do you want to go over and take a look?"

When the words fell, Emperor Qiandi suddenly hesitated.

Half an hour later, the Temple of Literature.

Lin Yiqiu only felt that he was really a tool man.

Emperor Qiandi himself refused to come, and actually summoned him again, which was a headache.

It's also easy to understand, though.

If Emperor Qiandi appeared in this Temple of Literature, I am afraid that the ministers would cry even more tears, and she couldn't stand this the most.

Therefore, it is better to let Lin Yiqiu take a look at the situation first, anyway, as long as it doesn't hurt anyone, although the Chongsheng Temple has collapsed, it can be repaired again.

Lin Yiqiu didn't want to come, but now he was driven to the shelves, and he was also punished.

So he could only sigh helplessly, and then raised his feet and walked through the Dacheng Gate.

From a distance, the dust and smoke have not yet dissipated.

The entire shrine has completely collapsed and become a ruin.

And the most piercing thing is the crying of the ministers, which is even more piercing than a broken gong!

Lin Yiqiu found that the more gray-haired and very old ministers were, the more violent they wept!

That strength is simply the same as when I usually went to court, and I am like two people!