Chen Ping'an said: "The head of the family is not so easy to be. I wish you a good luck."

After looking at Wei Bo, Wei Bo immediately nodded. He would definitely let the inspector's inspector's office be so elite female generals and officials stare at the other side at all times.

A special dispatch of a Dali military ferry was given to them and "escorted" them back to Changchun Palace.

Wei Bo smiled and said, "Don't feel tired. Master Cui started his family poorly and was only more laborious than you."

Chen Ping'an bowed and smiled, "I sincerely thanked the kind words of God of Wanyou for your kind comfort."

Dong Hu opened a pot of Changchun wine and drank it by himself. I wonder what the Dali Dynasty was like thirty years later.

Chen Ping'an said: "Mr. Dong, why not be a minister for a few more years?"

Dong Hu glared at the beard and stared at him, "National Master, at my age, I have been in the Ministry of Rites in the capital for many years. If I don't move, I will be scolded to death by those bastards..."

Chen Ping'an said: "I will be the Minister of Rites with Luojing, and I will be promoted if I don't get much."

Dong Hu hesitated a little and waved his hand, "Forget it."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Wen Min, resigned from his post as a minister, and retired from his post as a senior citizen, and retired from his post as a minister, "Wen Qing", which is several levels behind."

Dong Hu immediately put down his wine glass, stood up like a burning butt, and bowed: "The old horse is determined to be thousands of miles away, and his body is still very strong."

The posthumous titles given to civil and military officials in the Dali Dynasty were extremely strict. Many posthumous titles were not proposed by the Ministry of Rites. When it was the turn of the court to discuss, there were often some variables. If it was the posthumous titles that the emperor had personally drafted, there was no need for officials to think about what they were going on during their lifetime. They were almost one of the posthumous titles recognized by the government and the public, and their rankings did not fluctuate much. There were only two exceptions. Once, the "Wuxiang" of the general Su Gaoshan, and the "Wenzhong" who was awarded the titles after many years of extraordinary success after Liu Qingfeng, a accompanying capital, passed away.

Dong Hu took a big sip of wine, wiped his mouth, leaned his body towards the national master, and whispered: "The national master might as well say a few good words to Your Majesty. It would be impossible to give me a 'Wenzhen' directly. It would be just right for me. It would be a coincidence? In the next hundred and thousands of years, it will be a beautiful conversation between the Dali officialdom and the Shilin. In the future, the Beijing Ancientists will inevitably write a lot of ink and colorful writing. Hey, it was a coincidence. When my child was a child, my father said that a master had passed by to help me judge the character and judge the fate, saying that when I was crowned, I would have a late blessing... In this way, the fortune teller who advised people to be kind seemed to have a topic of conversation."

Wei Bo smiled and said, "Dong Libu is worthy of being a prodigy, and he is quick-witted. I think it seems that "Wenmin" is more suitable."

Dong Hu is the old god, and he is not worried at all. The old minister has a heartfelt saying that he can't say before drinking. Is the beauty of the posthumous title of civil servants and military generals in those two words? No, it's in the mountains and rivers.

Beside the decorative flower hairpins of the little girls in the capital, and among the sound of the children in rural schools, the people of Dali were not afraid of the gods and officials on the mountain, but in their hearts, they felt that our country was our family.

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Middle-earth Confucian Temple.

Master Li sat on the steps and sucked the clouds and mist, and the old scholar came here with a wine pot.

Master Li looked up at the sky and smiled and said, "Finally, the overall situation has finally been settled. It is a beautiful thing that I dare not even think about. What about you, the old scholar, how do you think?"

The old scholar shook the wine pot and said, "The taste of a hundred kinds of wine."

However, the old man's eyes and expression were a bit bitter in his voice.

Master Li smiled and said, "If I had students like you, I could wake up in my dreams."

The old scholar grabbed his beard and his wrinkled face gradually stretched out. He laughed and murmured, "Who said no?"

The Longquan Sword Sect is like the cliff on the top of Yi Peak, with large areas of burning clouds in the sky, and the sunset is as gorgeous as a brocade, dazzling.
Chapter completed!