Chapter 63: Taizu's Great Achievements

"Don't those chosen ones who fell in love with the Saint of Xuanyin Pavilion know the consequences of tempering their hearts in the mortal world?"

"Yes, anyone with some background knows the consequences of flirting with the Saint of Xuanyin Pavilion."

"Then why..."

Zhou Haochen paused, he really couldn't understand why some people were willing to be a bootlicker.

Helian Hai took a sip of Bamboo Leaf Green Tea and laughed.

"Your Highness, it was your ancestors who caused this."

"Grandmaster?" Zhou Haochen frowned slightly, "What does this have to do with Grandmaster?"

Zhou Haochen was confused, but what Helian Hai said next shocked him. The look of surprise on his face was as if he had seen a ghost.

"Your Majesty, the Grand Ancestor, was also the one who was to be robbed by the Saintess of Xuanyin Pavilion who was to refine her mind in the mortal world."

"Cough cough!"

“So does Taizu!”

"I haven't heard that Taizu became a licker..."

"What I admire most about Taizu is not that he unified the world, but that he was able to make the Saint of Xuanyin Pavilion become his licker. She loves Taizu so much that she even doesn't want to be the Saint of Xuanyin Pavilion anymore."

Was the Holy Maiden of Xuanyin Pavilion a bootlicker of Taizu at that time?
This news is too shocking.

The saints of Xuanyin Pavilion in all generations are favored daughters of heaven and goddesses in the eyes of countless men.

Zhou Haochen could almost feel that the cultivators of the same generation as Taizu probably felt as uncomfortable as if they had eaten shit.

The goddess in his mind has become someone else's bootlicker, crying and shouting to give birth to his child.

This feeling……

hiss--

"How did Taizu do it?"

"I don't know! That's why I regard you as a god!"

"Since Taizu, many people have wanted to repeat what Taizu did."

"In everyone's mind, he is the protagonist in the storybook. If Taizu can do it, why can't he?"

"This idea has harmed many talented people!"

……

Painting boat.

"Girl, please have some tea."

"I know you have an extraordinary background, but I didn't expect you to be..."

Zi Niang served tea to Xia Yuzhi, with a flattering smile on her still charming face.

Xia Yuzhi's hometown is not in the Jiaofangsi. When Xia Yuzhi first came half a year ago, Zi Niang knew that Xia Yuzhi had another identity.

But I didn't expect that she was the saint of the Taoist holy land.

"You're welcome, Mom!"

"In the Jiaofang Division, there is only the courtesan Xia Yuzhi, but no saint Xia Yuzhi."

Xia Yuzhi smiled lightly and had a gentle attitude, which surprised Zi Niang.

Judging from Xia Yuzhi's attitude towards people, he doesn't look like the rumored proud son of the Holy Land at all.

"Girl, then..."

"Just follow the previous rules!"

"Got it, girl!"

After Zi Niang left, the beautiful woman in white, Liu Zhiwei, suddenly appeared and stood beside Xia Yuzhi.

"Saint, have you decided?"

"Do we really want to choose the Thirteenth Prince as the one to be robbed?"

Xia Yuzhi did not answer directly, but smiled and asked back.

"Elder Liu is not optimistic about my choice?"

"Or do you think that I will follow in the footsteps of the 108th Saint?"

Liu Zhiwei was silent for a moment.

The 108th Saint mentioned by Xia Yuzhi is the greatest shame of their Xuanyin Pavilion.

A saint who has tempered her heart in the worldly world is actually trapped in love and cannot extricate herself.

She was so obsessed with Emperor Taizu of Dayu that she even gave up her position as the Saint.

It almost made their Xuanyin Pavilion a laughing stock among practitioners all over the world.

Since then, Xuanyin Pavilion has had an inexplicable fear of people from the Dayu royal family.

If Zhou Haochen knew Liu Zhiwei's thoughts, he would see at a glance that this was typical PTSD. "Saint, Zhou Haochen is a descendant of the Great Yu Emperor after all, maybe... he has some methods that we don't understand... you..."

"Don't worry, Elder Liu. I'm not the love-brained type. I've spent my whole life in this lonely world trying to refine my heart."

"Besides, Zhou Haochen showed great potential during the Earth Mother Ceremony, and Emperor Qianyuan asked Zhou Haochen to take over the White Lotus Cult's case, most likely with the intention of cultivating him."

"The next Grand Master of Dayu will most likely be Zhou Haochen."

"If we choose him as the one who will be punished, and he cannot see through the ties of love and falls for me, it will be a good thing for the sect, and will greatly increase the influence of our Xuanyin Pavilion in the Great Yu court."

After hearing Xia Yuzhi's plan, Liu Zhiwei's pretty face changed slightly and she sighed.

"I know what the Saint is planning."

"I will inform the Pavilion Master and have all the disciples in this Pavilion fully cooperate with you."

"Don't worry, Elder Liu. I'm not the love-brained one, and Zhou Haochen is not the great ancestor."

"What happened back then will never happen to me again."

The corners of Xia Yuzhi's pretty face rose slightly, revealing a confident arc.

……

Royal study room.

"Your Majesty, I am the chief academic officer of the Imperial College. I pay my respects to your Majesty." Meng Ling bowed respectfully.

"Mr. Meng, please stand up!"

Emperor Qianyuan’s deep voice sounded.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Meng Ling stood up, lowered his head, with a gleam of suspicion in his eyes, wondering about the purpose of Emperor Qianyuan summoning him alone.

"Meng Aiqing, come and take a look at this poem."

After hearing what Emperor Qianyuan said, Meng Ling stepped forward and saw the poem written by Emperor Qianyuan on rice paper.

The lights are on at the third watch and the chicken is at the fifth watch,
It is the time for boys to study.

Black-haired people don’t know how to study hard and learn early.
Bai Shoufang regretted that he was late in studying.

After reading this poem, Meng Ling was deeply moved and recalled his own experience of studying when he was young, studying late into the night, hanging his head from the beam and piercing his legs with a needle. Decades have passed, but he can still remember it vividly.

"Your Majesty is a brilliant writer. This poem is wonderful. The description of your study experience is very vivid..."

Without waiting for Meng Ling to finish his words, Emperor Qianyuan waved his hand and spoke lightly.

"This poem was not written by me."

Meng Ling's face froze.

It seems that I was flattering the horse but ended up hitting its leg.

"May I ask your Majesty, which great scholar has such poetic talent?"

"It was Chen'er who did it."

The Thirteenth Prince?

Meng Ling was shocked.

The Thirteenth Prince did it? Does he have such a talent for poetry?
Why wasn’t it famous before?

But Meng Ling did not question it. Since Emperor Qianyuan said so, it must have been done by the Thirteenth Prince.

Not too!

"Lord Meng, I really like this poem that encourages learning. What do you think of hanging it at the entrance of the Imperial College?"

"It is an honor for all the students of the Imperial College to receive your Majesty's calligraphy. With this poem encouraging learning, the students of the Imperial College will surely study hard and serve the court."

Meng Ling was like a yes-man, he did whatever Emperor Qianyuan said.

However, Emperor Qianyuan's expression, which had just been warm, suddenly turned gloomy.

"The four great Confucian masters of this generation have been chosen. Why is it that among the many talented people in the Imperial Academy, no one can become one of the four great Confucian masters?"

"For three consecutive years, the four Confucian scholars have not been admitted to the Imperial College. Is it because I am not virtuous enough?"

Emperor Qianyuan's words were like a thunderclap out of nowhere, exploding in Meng Ling's ears.

In an instant, cold sweat broke out and clothes were soaked.

Poof!
Meng Ling knelt down directly, his face pale with fear.

"I am incompetent!"

"Your Majesty is disgraced!"

"Humph - you also know that the performance of the Imperial College has brought shame to me?"

"The Imperial Academy, the best academy in the world, why can't it produce a talent of the level of the Four Young Masters of Confucianism?"

(End of this chapter)