Ming Empire, Kyoto.

For many people who have lived here since childhood, the Imperial City Forbidden Courtyard is never on the ground, but in the clouds.

The clouds are deep and I don't know where to go, and the real dragon lives in it.

The towering square hall is stacked on top of each other, with nine beams, eighteen pillars and seventy-two ridges, the inside is reinforced iron bones, and the outer layer is luxurious and luxurious wood.

The golden dragon surrounds the pillar, and the nine sons lie on the ridge, square and square, pulling out the sky and grounding.

This is the culmination of the Ministry of Works' ink sequence in the construction process, which is a metaphor for reason, and the concept of the Ming people's heaven and round place is vividly embodied.

Around the palace, the offices and yamen buildings of various ministries and departments of the empire are scattered.

The New Year has arrived, and the officials who serve here have already taken a break, and at this moment the lights of the buildings are dim, like black-armored soldiers guarding the imperial city.

Only in the place closest to the imperial city, there is an inconspicuous Ming low building that still shines with a faint light.

It was already late at night, but the square in front of the low building was full of uniform, vermilion-colored vehicles.

These are all 'Zhu Yu' produced by Shenji Heavy Industry and distributed by the Ministry of Officials to the use of high-ranking officials of the empire.

This is Wenyuan Pavilion, although it is at the foot of the imperial city, it is in the hearts of hundreds of officials.

His head was as white as snow, crumpled into a mountain, his majestic official uniform covered his rickety body, and his crooked fingers held the straight pen.

A bright yellow paper dossier is displayed on the bookcase, and it is filled with beautiful black pavilion font small characters. The old man leaned over and brought his glasses closer, and carefully considered them word by word.

Behind him is a magnificent picture of the empire, including two capitals, thirteen provinces, and nearly a hundred large and small criminal areas.

At this time, these areas are lit up with red light points, which means that the local government officials have all been connected to the Huangliang Dream Realm 'Tianguan Realm' of the Ministry of Officials, and they remain silent and wait quietly.

To the left and right of the bookcase, two rows of silent imperial officials stood in silence.

Unlike on weekdays, their standing is not based on the size of their official position, nor is it based on the rank of the order.

The closer you get to the bookcase, the older you look.

For these old-fashioned old people, although they experienced and even led the 'second technological revolution' in the first half of their lives, the truth of 'parents of the body' has long been deeply rooted in their genes.

They are alone in the midst of change, refusing to accept the transformation of prosthetic limbs, and rigidly believing that with the wisdom of life tempered by their hard work and the accumulated merits of civil governance, they are enough to support the promotion of the sequence.

The queue continued to extend in the direction of the gate of Wenyuan Pavilion, and the age of the people standing in their hands was getting younger and younger, from the hair under the jaw to the beard on the face, and the traces of prosthetic transformation on the body were becoming more and more obvious.

The six arts of the gentleman are an extremely vast project. Ordinary people are extremely poor, and they will not be able to cultivate one of them to the peak in their lifetime.

Therefore, among the young lords and young officials of the new Donglin Party, a high-sounding new idea gradually emerged, that is, "do not do to others what you do not want to be done to yourself".

If Confucianism does not accept mechanical bodies, then how can this technology be implemented among the people?

The queue is long and orderly, making this cabinet meeting look more like a family meeting.

A gathering within the Confucian Gate Valve!

The cinnabar on the cardinal pen was as red as blood, like a red-clothed general, on the bright yellow school field, reading the neatly arranged black-armored soldiers.

I don't know how long it took, but this reading was finally over.

The old man lifted his wrist and put down his pen and hooked it heavily.

Yellow paper, black words, cinnabar hooks, there is no room for return.

"This official document on the implementation of the new policy, together with the list of newly selected government officials, let the officials and departments distribute it to all places through the 'Heavenly Official Realm'."

The old man wrote down his name, put down his pen, took off his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and slowly stood up with his hands on the edge of the desk.

"After the New Year, the empire will be entrusted to you."

"It's hard work." Everyone bowed in unison.

"It's the last thing I can do, and I won't have to work hard anymore."

The old man smiled slightly and waved his hand at everyone, "As long as the new policy can be implemented smoothly and can leave a stable criminal area for the empire, I will be satisfied." ”

An old official, who was also cautious between his eyebrows, put his arm around him and said softly: "Can you rest, the new Donglin Party can't do without you." ”

"There is an old saying in officialdom, called 'those who are honored are prosperous, and those who destroy are prosperous', if I continue to dominate this position and hold all the credit in my hands, someone will poke my backbone in the back and scold me for 'being loyal and deceitful'."

The old official said angrily: "Who dare in my opinion?!" Those people who dare to jump out of the three law divisions, I am the first to pull out his skin! ”

The old man only chuckled faintly when he heard this, and raised his eyes to look at the vermilion.

"I'm old, and it's not appropriate to dominate this position anymore. Confucianism is not Buddhism and Taoism, and if it loses its flow, no matter how clear the pool water is, it will become a pool of sludge. ”

The old man pointed to his forehead and joked: "This head has been with me all my life, and I don't want to have to dig it out and continue to work hard when I close my eyes." ”

"Long Wushou can't do it, if you really go to Shi, then who is the leader of the New Donglin Party? Who has the qualifications and ability to convince the public? ”

"Ten years ago, in the face of the power-leaning celebrant of the government and the opposition, I was just a Confucian and Huangmenlang with no name. Who would have thought of a change of power, the death of so many sage pioneers, and finally let a fool with such a dull qualification take advantage of me. ”

"Now that another monstrous civil feats are in front of you, who can seize this opportunity to give the empire a stable future. The position of the leader of the Donglin Party is his. ”

The old man pushed away his supporting arm, and slowly walked towards the door with his body bent, his slightly wide official uniform dragging to the ground.

Everywhere he passed, no one bowed his head.

Standing in front of the threshold, the old man slowly straightened his back, but in the eyes of everyone behind him, it was like a flat peak.

The heavy door of the palace slowly opened, revealing the deep sky of the night, and the towering Senran Palace.

Boom!

The sound of the bell resounded throughout the world.

At this moment, all over the city, regardless of men, women, old and young, regardless of the sequence of poor and slaves, millions of pairs of eyes are looking at the sky in unison.

A bright yellow shadow emerges from the clouds.

"Since I inherited the Hongye, there will be one in the next ten years, and I will sleep at night, work hard, and dare not slack off. Today, the year has changed the yuan, the world is new, and I hope that all the people will be diligent and unremitting, and the genes will not be sluggish."

The slightly immature voice came from the floating airship, from the cars in the streets and alleys, and from the brains behind the skulls of countless people.

"Those who govern the people love the people carefully, those who govern the industry forge ahead, and those who govern themselves are carefully promoted. Correct their hearts, be cautious in their actions, be loyal and be honest, be honest and avoid evil, don't be obsessed with dreams, don't waste their money, don't abuse people with their bodies, and don't humiliate people by being high in order! Up and down the empire, abide by the law! Ordered by the sky, both longevity and eternal prosperity! ”

"Teacher, am I right?"

There was a faint sound that drifted into the ears on the night breeze.

The old man smiled slightly, lifted up the scarlet official robe, and knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"Zhang Fengyue, the first assistant of the cabinet, congratulations to my emperor long live, long live!"

(End of chapter)