All Zhu Yijun can do is screen out good monks.

Master Lianchi saluted with kind eyebrows and kind eyes: "This is the opportunity for this poor monk."

Zhu Yijun motioned to the left and right and invited the great monk to enter the palace later.

At this time, Jiang Keqian walked out of the guild hall and stood behind the emperor.

Zhu Yijun knew that Jin Yiwei had already guarded the key points, so he naturally walked into the venue.

Officials from the Ministry of Rites, people from Zhongshushe, etc. followed on the left side of the emperor. Everyone in the Wenhui Conference, headed by several masters, followed on the right side of the emperor.

Zhu Yijun looked at Yuan Hongyu: "Yuan Qing was ill and had to take the imperial examination for a long time. Is it better now?"

Mu Zong's temperament is definitely not caring, but greetings on this occasion are just right.

Yuan Hongyu was really ill when he returned home. When the emperor asked him about it, he was flattered: "Your Majesty, I only have some pain in my waist and legs now, but I am fine elsewhere."

After cultivating for several years, I have naturally cultivated what I should cultivate.

If he were allowed to resurrect at this time, he might not be unable to do his job.

Everyone walked into the venue together.

Zhu Yijun walked towards the center with all the stars over the moon.

He looked around the venue, then looked at Xue Yingqi, and blamed himself: "Xue Qing's case with Yan Shifan was a waste of time."

The public case is about Yan Shifan's lawsuit against Xue Yingqi, saying that when he was the deputy envoy to teach in Zhejiang, a child was punished to death because he was disheveled.

Later, he was rehabilitated many times and the old matter was brought up again. It was not until the Longqing period that he was rehabilitated.

Xue Yingqi opened his mouth, but in the end he just said vaguely: "The late emperor has already given a public opinion."

It was Sejong, the unworthy son of a man, who dismissed him from "living idle", but Mu Zong at least changed it to "become an official" and retained his retirement benefits.

Now his mind is not on this and he doesn't want to bring up the old things again.

Zhu Yijun nodded and didn't bother.

He gently motioned to Zhou Ziyi, Li Sancai and others to take their seats, saying that it was neither a court meeting nor a formal ceremony, so there was no need to be formal.

As if they had been pardoned, everyone returned to their seats.

Zhu Yijun led several masters to the stage.

Looking at Qian Dehong casually, Wang Ji nodded: "Xin Xin Bo takes conscience as his sect. He is the ultimate subtlety of heaven and man. His scriptures and martial arts are great. His actions are successful and his achievements are clear and visible to the eyes and ears of others."

"Since the two of you are the direct descendants of Xinjian Bo, you should not fall short of the aspirations of your ancestors."

The new uncle is Wang Yangming.

After Wang Ji walked onto the stage, he saw that the seats on the stage had changed.

The small chair just now has been placed in the middle.

When he saw the emperor walking towards the center, he frowned and stopped talking.

Qian Dehong didn't notice. He only saluted tremblingly: "Your Majesty taught you the right lesson."

Zhu Yijun ignored the matter and smiled at Li Zhi again.

Li Zhi looked at each other with a smile and bowed respectfully.

At this time, Zhu Yijun saw that everyone in the audience had taken their seats, so he waved his hand and asked the ministers and people from Zhongshushe to go aside and wait, leaving only the guards in brocade to guard him.

Seeing this situation, Wang Shizhen finally looked like the master of a literary society.

He bowed his hands to Qian, Wang, Qian, and Li, and then slowly said to the people below: "Everyone is here, let's start."

The words just fell.

Xue Yingqi suddenly raised his head.

Qian Dehong and Wang Ji stared in shock.

Zhou Ziyi, Li Sancai, Sun Jigao and others almost unanimously looked at each other in disbelief.

Master Lianchi put his hands together.

Zhang Siduan opened his mouth and subconsciously moved his neck forward: "Ah...ah!?"

Isn’t there still a grandmaster who hasn’t come? Why are they all here?

Unable to wait for Zhang Siduan's slow response, Zhu Yijun reached out and pulled the chair behind him, and Shi Shiran sat down.

Zhu Yijun slightly adjusted his sitting posture, looked around the crowd, and said seriously: "The knowledge of the younger generation is shallow. When doing this summary, I felt that the third stage of Taoism in Song and Ming Dynasties from the King of Lu to the present has reached the point where it is necessary to introduce the old and bring forth the new."

"Please also teach me, sir."
Chapter completed!