Shengyue maintained the skill of making tea.

The golden light beam slowly disappeared with the voice of the first saint.

A stream of cyan light slowly fell down wrapped in "Jianjin Wine".

Emperor Yongtai withdrew his gaze and said in a deep voice: "Daqing has been suffering from many disadvantages for many years. This is not the best opportunity."

"Your Majesty has a keen eye."

Yuan Jiufeng nodded, "But this is also the last chance."

"at last?"

There was a hint of inquiry in the emperor's voice.

"The evil spirit has revived and is not far away."

The two fell into silence.

After a long time, Emperor Yongtai spoke again: "What does Xuandao want?"

"His Majesty."

Yuan Jiufeng shook his head and said: "From ancient times to the present, Xuan Dao has been self-sufficient. If you really want something, then only the human race will prosper forever."

"No matter whose hands the country is in, right?"

Emperor Yongtai asked, and then asked and answered himself: "So, whether Daqing is at its peak or in decline, you are not involved. After all, this is only an internal problem of the human race."

Yuan Jiufeng remained silent.

"Tell me about it."

Emperor Yongtai sighed softly, "What should we do?"

"Your Majesty only needs to make the best use of the situation, and he will do everything by himself. Interfering rashly will only create complications."

"Is that the young man named Su Ping?"

By this time, someone had already reported everything that happened in the Duke's Mansion in detail.

Even Zhao's letter to Shen Tiannan was copied and sent to the emperor.

"Maybe, maybe not."

Yuan Jiufeng said, with a trace of doubt appearing in his heart, "But no matter what, someone will definitely complete all of this."

"This matter affects the whole body. If you are not careful, the country will be ruined."

Emperor Yongtai's voice deepened, "You are still ambiguous with me?"

"The three sects of Xuan Dao have a total of 2,167 disciples."

Yuan Jiufeng put one palm up in front of his chest, leaning his upper body slightly forward, "I am willing to die for Your Majesty."

Emperor Yongtai stared closely at Yuan Jiufeng's face, and suddenly said after a while: "Red!"

"I'm here."

In the shadow of the main hall behind Emperor Yongtai, a human figure walked out a few steps with his waist hunched over, and his voice was sharp and high-pitched.

"Go to the Duke's Mansion and deliver my oral instructions..."

The other side.

Wen Daoyuan looked up at the sky and exclaimed: "He has indeed been gifted with talent."

"Isn't it just a talent?"

Yin Dongqiu didn't take it seriously, "As long as Mr. Su succeeds in the exam, he will also get it."

"I've been in the Imperial College for so long, and I don't even know this."

Wen Daoyuan glanced at him disdainfully and said: "There are so many supervisors who are obviously well-educated, why don't they take part in the imperial examination?"

"Uh, why?"

Yin Dongqiu was stunned and realized that this was really the case.

"Normally speaking, there are three types of talent: self-generated talent, fame-based talent, and externally-given talent."

Wen Daoyuan looked up at the ball of green light and explained: "The best is self-generated talent, the second best is talent through fame, and the last is talent given from outside. However, how far Confucianism and Taoism can go, the first talent is crucial."

Self-generated talent is the most consistent with oneself, and using it as the foundation of Confucianism and Taoism is the best choice.

Fame and talent contaminate the luck of the dynasty, and will be affected by the dynasty to some extent.

And the talent given by others is even more so.

"No wonder those people are so obsessed with studying."

Yin Dongqiu nodded thoughtfully, then frowned: "That's not right, then isn't this blessing a gift of talent from outside?"

"Can the gift given by the Yuan Sage be the same as the gift given by the Great Confucian?"

Wen Daoyuan looked at Yin Dongqiu with contempt.

All I have to say is whether you are stupid.

"Uh... yes."

Yin Dongqiu stopped talking and looked up at the sky.

But at this moment, the clouds that were quickly dispersing suddenly stopped.

After a few breaths, two more streams of light suddenly appeared, instantly catching up with the first copy of "The Wine Will Be Entering" that had fallen to the Duke's Mansion.

"I'll go, three holy gifts of talent?"

Yin Dongqiu opened his mouth wide.

Wen Daoyuan stared at the three streams of light spiraling down until they disappeared above Su Ping's head.

One is green, one is red, and one is purple.

Cyan is indeed a divine gift of talent.

But the red and purple...

Wen Daoyuan calmly glanced at Yin Dongqiu who was reaching out to pick up the poem manuscript, as well as everyone else who had their eyes closed and had not yet awakened from their thoughts.

Fortunately, no one else saw this scene except myself.

"Tsk tsk, I have to say, Su Ping's handwriting is really good."

Yin Dongqiu took the poem manuscript and looked over it over and over.

"If you want to take the imperial examination, of course you can't be bad at writing...wait a minute!"

Wen Daoyuan glanced at it twice and suddenly felt that this word was very familiar.

It's like I've seen it somewhere.

Suddenly, Wen Daoyuan remembered something.

The original manuscript of "The Young Master Enters the Marriage Volume 2".

Although he didn't bring it with him, he had already read the manuscript countless times and remembered the handwriting clearly.

I was so immersed in poetry and visions before that I didn't think about it at all.

Now take a closer look.

Isn't Su Ping's handwriting exactly the same as that of Su Zhizhi?

"It turns out...he is Su Zhizhi."

Wen Daoyuan looked a little dull.

Originally, when he thought about it, this Su Zhizi must be a man who had gone through many vicissitudes of life, otherwise he would not be able to control people's hearts so thoroughly.

Every word touches people's hearts, and he is well versed in business management.

At least he must be in his fifties.

What happened, sixteen years old?

And the key is, this Su Zhizhi is the Su Ping who has been hanging around under his nose for so long!

Photographic memory, eternal poems, new scripts...

Wen Daoyuan felt that he already had a high regard for Su Ping. He had always regarded Su Ping as a natural Confucian and Taoist child.

The future achievements will definitely not be low.

Now it seems.

This Su Ping is an all-rounder in Confucianism and Taoism!

Wen Daoyuan's heartbeat couldn't help but begin to accelerate.

His life is almost over, and it is almost impossible for the Half-Saint to move forward.

And the reputation, with this poem, is enough to be passed down to future generations.

After much calculation, it seems that now I just need a successor...

At this thought, Wen Daoyuan looked at Su Ping with hot eyes.

"What's wrong? Is Su Ping going to die?"
To be continued...