The current situation of Daqin Country is still mostly wilderness, and only a small half of the area is inhabited by humans. Therefore, the people of the eighteen provinces migrated to the three largest provinces, and then opened up a large area from the middle to settle down. What's more, the three provinces in front of Lingxian Province have already died in the disaster.

Wang Ze then asked the young passers-by about the location of the Qingyang City Governor's Mansion, and then walked on foot.

The Governor's Mansion is naturally located in the most conspicuous and central location of Qingyang City, and it is also the most extensive building in the city. The tall courtyard walls, the tall gatehouse, and several elite soldiers guarding it side by side, even at such times, preserved its majesty.

However, the heavily guarded Governor's Mansion was nothing to Wang Ze, and he appeared in the courtyard wall in a flash, walking straight towards the central hall.

Except for the withered trees and flowers, the effects of the disaster were barely visible in the Doge's Palace, and everything was in order. The maids and servants shuttled between the major halls, and Wang Ze's spiritual sense swept through, and he could always easily avoid these ears and eyes between the lines.

Outside the main hall of the Governor's Palace, the door was ajar, revealing several high-ranking officials of the Great Qinguo sitting inside, Wang Ze stood in front of a window at will, and his spiritual sense swept in, taking in all the scenes.

Wang Qinghe, as the governor of Qingyang Province, naturally sat on the main seat at the end of the center of the main hall. He was not wearing an official uniform, he was dressed in a Confucian shirt, and his face was white and beardless. I haven't seen him for five years, and his appearance hasn't changed much, but his temperament is very different, and he is less bookish than when he was a cabinet scholar, and he has increased his majesty.

"Fiddling with poetry and books is naturally different from being in a high position all the year round and taking charge of the military and government of a province. Wang Ze nodded, and said in his heart: "Just like yourself, if you don't cultivate the truth, where can you have this dusty temperament?" Although it is not obvious among the crowd of cultivators, when you reach the world, you immediately feel like you stand out from the crowd. ”

On Wang Qinghe's right-hand side, there is a middle-aged man wearing a reckless dragon robe with a graceful demeanor.

On both sides of the main hall, the seats are lined up in turn, and four people sit at each end. Eight middle-aged men, two in the front row with unicorns embroidered on their chests, and six in the back with cranes embroidered on their chests.

Qilin is the military attache governor, and Xianhe is the civil governor.

In a large hall, there are ten people, and there is a powerful prince of Daqinguo, three governors, and six governors. Of the eighteen provinces of Daqinguo, there are only eight governors and eighteen governors, and this alone accounts for one-third. Such a lineup is really surprising, which is not seen in normal times.

Wang Ze listened to the discussion in the hall outside the window, and it turned out that the people and officials of the eighteen provinces had migrated to the three provinces of Qingyang, Puyang, and Mingyang, and these people in the hall were the officials of other provinces living under the "fence" of Qingyang. The prince is the prince of Qin, the qilin on the left is the governor of Nanyang Province, and the qilin on the right is the governor of Xiling Province.

However, these officials obviously did not have the consciousness to send people under the fence, but united to divide Wang Qinghe's power.

Wang Ze heard a slightly unexpected news again, the capital of Daqin Kingdom was very unfortunate to enter several foundation building stage mutant cultivators, and almost all of the royal family suffered. In this way, the regime of Daqinguo may be reorganized, and before the disaster has passed, these people will even begin to gather forces and accumulate strength for the future struggle for imperial power.

To accumulate strength, one is to win over the officials of the provinces, and the other is to win over those who hold heavy troops. After hearing about it for a while, Wang Ze learned that the three elite legions of the Great Qin Kingdom, the commander of the Mobei Army and the Governor of Puyang are clan relatives, so they naturally support the Governor of Puyang, and the Jingcheng Legion supports the Qin Wang Ye who survived. After all, Wang Qinghe is deeply rooted in Qingdao**, has military power in his hands, and has many provincial officials and people who need his protection, and his weight is extremely heavy.

The Governor of Xiling stood on the side of Prince Qin, and the Governor of Nanyang was a lobbyist sent by the Governor of Puyang.

Wang Ze just listened to these things casually and didn't care, and after half an hour, the officials in the hall seemed to have finished their discussions, and they all got up from their seats.

Wang Ze's figure flashed, appeared on the avenue a few zhang away, and walked forward, making a gesture that he had just come here and was walking towards the main hall.

Wang Qinghe sent several officials out of the hall and saw Wang Ze coming.

Although Wang Ze has changed greatly, the father will never admit his mistake when he recognizes his son, and he will know who it is at a glance and with a sense of familiarity, and then he will know who it is if he recognizes it carefully.

Wang Qinghe's body shook and he was a little excited. Although he didn't try his best to protect Wang Ze back then, he also saved his life, didn't he?

Wang Qinghe said to several officials around him: "Colleagues, let me introduce you, this is a certain young son. Wang Ze, I have seen several adults, this is Lord Qin, this is Lord Xia, the governor of Nanyang Province, this is Lord Hu of Xiling Province, and this is ......"

Wang Qinghe carefully introduced them one by one, but Wang Ze didn't listen to them one by one, and even was obviously careless, after Wang Qinghe's introduction, when several officials were waiting for Wang Ze to see the ceremony, Wang Ze just nodded lightly and said: "Prince, princess, I am Wang Ze." ”

Wang Ze's move really responded to the sentence, "Light prince, slow prince".

Hum!

Several governors snorted coldly, brushed their sleeves and left, and the governor of Nanyang Province, Lord Xia, said, "Lord Wang's tutor is really eye-opening, and he has been a scholar for many years in vain." ”

Seeing the back of the governor disappear, Wang Qinghe glanced at Wang Ze, stroked his sleeves, and said indifferently: "That's it, it's not harmonious, and it's still like this when you treat them with courtesy." I don't know if the disaster can pass, so I have to think about something else, and be ashamed. ”

Wang Ze followed Wang Qinghe on the road, and Wang Qinghe spoke: "The previous things are all in the past, don't ask where you went, it's a blessing to survive this disaster." After a while, the officials in the city and the young lady of the family will collectively apprentice to the immortals in the city, this is a very difficult opportunity to win, so you can join us. ”

"Apprentice?" Wang Ze was stunned.

Wang Qinghe waved his hand and couldn't help but say: "It's so decided, for you, this is an opportunity." Although it is not certain whether you can apprentice or not, go ahead and give it a try. ”

"You go and prepare. Wang Qinghe strode away, leaving Wang Ze with a stunned face.

......

In the entire Daqin Kingdom, there were eight governors, eighteen governors, and officials above the prefect level, and how many families were there?

What is the total number of the children of these officials and the children of the family?

Wang Ze finally saw it. Although only a third of these total were seen, there were hundreds of people.

On a square in Qingyang City, a large number of people in Wuyang, Wang Ze was mixed in the middle of an excited young lady, and he could only smile bitterly.

"I'm just idle to come here. Wang Ze said in his heart, if Wang Qinghe hadn't stared at this side a few times, he would have slipped away a long time ago.

"Why can't you see the excitement?"

Beside Wang Ze, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old baby-faced little girl looked at him curiously, and asked suspiciously, "Are you different from them?"

Wang Ze smiled, "What's the difference?"

The girl's little finger tapped her chin and shook her head cutely, "I don't know." ”

After a pause, Wang Ze looked at the water droplets sticking out of the tip of the girl's nose and said, "Are you nervous?"

The girl nodded, "Yes, Daddy said that the possibility of being able to apprentice is very low, many people have tried it before, and I don't know if I can do it." ”

Wang Ze's spiritual sense swept over, and found that the girl in front of him was a wood attribute spiritual root, and it seemed that her talent was not bad, so he encouraged at the moment: "Don't worry, you will definitely be able to." ”

"Really?" The girl raised her eyes in surprise, saw Wang Ze nodding, and said happily: "I believe in you." ”

In the crowd, there was another charming woman, about twenty-five years old, and Wang Ze also noticed her when his spiritual sense swept by. This woman is the daughter of the second lady and Wang Ze's sister. It's just that what Ling Wangze didn't expect was that she was extremely charming, and she was not much more reckless than the red junior sister of Jin Ruifeng of Cuiweimen. attracted the attention of many sons, many of whom were slightly short of breath after seeing her.

Before Wang Ze could move, this woman actually took the initiative to walk over to Wang Ze and said, "I saw you talking to your father just now, which son are you?"

"Wang Ze. ”

"Wang ...... Wang Ze?!"

The woman's eyes widened in surprise, "Why are you? When did you come back?"

Wang Ze said lightly: "I just came back." Okay, the cultivators are here, don't speak. ”