The wives of the concubines are empresses

"I have a memorial to the emperor. The private academy is about to officially open. I wonder if the emperor has found a good candidate for the unveiling of the plaque."

Shangguan Wanjun, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, looked at the Minister of the Ministry of Rites who was making a report.

"What's the name of the Minister of Rites?"

The Minister of Rites was stunned. Why did the emperor suddenly ask his name?

"Your Highness, Zhao Renwei."

Shangguan Wanjun asked slowly, "How old are you?"

"Thirty-eight." What on earth is the emperor doing?

Concubine Wu, who was promoting the idea in the corner, couldn't understand what the emperor meant by this move.

"How long has he served as Minister of Rites?"

"Exactly three years."

Three years? The foundation is almost solid.

Shangguan Wanjun pondered for a moment, then looked up and scanned the entire audience.

"My dear ministers, when you return home today, please have your official uniforms embroidered with your position, rank, name, age, and the number of years you have held the position."

The ministers bowed and said, "We obey your order."

Shangguan Wanjun also felt that the issue of the Grand Tutor and the Minister of the Temple was a big deal.

"Regarding what Lord Zhao said just now, I have an idea. How about we draw lots to decide? What do you think, my Lords?"

The ministers looked at each other in bewilderment, having never expected the emperor to do such a thing.

Taifu Yun frowned: "Your Majesty, this is unacceptable."

The young emperor looked at his teacher in confusion, wanting to hear his explanation.

"Taifu, tell me your reasons?"

"I feel this is inappropriate. Firstly, your foundation and talents are not on the same level. The private academy was established at the request of the Emperor to facilitate students' learning.

If the handwriting of the person drawing the lot is not good, it will not only affect the dignity and reputation of the plaque, but also affect the image of that person in the emperor's eyes, and it will easily make him feel inferior. "

Concubine Wu bowed and said, "Your Majesty, what Grand Tutor Yun said is absolutely correct. I implore Your Majesty to withdraw your order. This matter needs further discussion."

The emperor is young and energetic now and needs everyone's assistance.

Although drawing lots is fair, what Master Yun said does make sense.

"Since that's the case, then let's do as you two have suggested. Let's change the format. Each minister will write a calligraphy piece on the spot. I'll also take a look at yours and learn from them. What do you think, my dear ministers?"

The governor bowed and said, "I think this is feasible."

More than a dozen ministers agreed.

"Okay, Xiao Chengzi, go and make the arrangements."

After Liu Cheng left, Shangguan Wanjun looked at the ministers.

"The Folk Academy has two mansions, so naturally there are two plaques. I think it would be better if the ladies present here could come to the Folk Women's Academy?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole court was in an uproar.

Seeing the lively discussion below, Shangguan Wanjun looked a little disgusted. This scene was seen by Concubine Wu Xuanhuafeng and Concubine De Mu Wennian.

Many ministers had ideas in their minds, and once the ideas came out, they were out of control.

The lower-ranking royal guards bowed and said, "Your Majesty, I agree."

His wife has very good handwriting.

Seeing someone who agreed with her ideas, Shangguan Wanjun felt like she had met a soulmate.

"How is your wife's handwriting?"

This person must have seen the handwriting of his wife and came up with this idea.

"Your Majesty, my wife's handwriting is indeed much better than mine."

Shangguan Wanjun had an expression that said, "As expected."

"Then, when we return, my dear, you must have your wife prepare well and strive to make a splash."

The palace's ceremonial guards were so moved by what they heard that the expression on their faces was almost uncontrollable.

After several discussions, it was decided to hold a calligraphy examination among the ladies on the second day and select one to write an inscription for the Folk Women's College.

Liu Cheng also came quickly at this time, "Your Majesty, everything is ready."

"Let's arrange it." She would go down to admire it later.

Each adult was responsible for writing the six big words "Civilian Men's College" on the desk.

When it was the turn of some adults, they were a little nervous when they saw that the emperor was watching in person.

"My dear, are you too hot? Why are you sweating?"

"Your Majesty, I am not responsible." He felt that it would be difficult to take action with the emperor present, and he was extremely nervous.

Shangguan Wanjun probably saw his embarrassment and spoke to comfort him.

"My dear, you can't do this. I'm not a tiger all the time. How can I eat you?"

This made him even more scared.

In order to help that adult perform better, Shangguan Wanjun walked to the entrance of the Golden Palace and looked down.

The exhibition pavilion that was previously arranged has begun to be repaired.

Except for court hours and evenings, the people from the Ministry of Works were working hard to build the exhibition pavilion.

Half an hour later, the ministers in two rows finished writing the inscriptions.

Shangguan Wanjun looked at Master Yun and the others.

"Teachers, please come together and give me some guidance."

The Junior Master, Junior Preceptor, Junior Guardian and others looked at Grand Tutor Yun and the other two. When the Grand Master, Grand Preceptor and Grand Guardian started walking, the three of them followed closely behind.

The six big words "Folk Men's College" appeared before their eyes. The seven people read them all and left the ten best ones.

After looking at the name on the upper right corner of the rice paper, Shangguan Wanjun read it out loud.

"Mu Qingxue, Wang Chaoyang, Mu Qinghai, Baichengbei, Xuanchuanfeng, Mu Wennian, Zhao Renwei, Song Yunshuo, Zuo Zongze, Fang Wenhua."

When Minister De heard the name, he was delighted. He felt that it was reasonable for people in high positions like the Right Prime Minister to do so.

"This Bai Chengbei is the Right Prime Minister. He is known to Feng Zhen and Mu Wennian. What is the relationship between Mu Qinghai and Mu Qingxue?"

In response to the emperor's questions, the two men stepped out and looked at each other. In the end, Mu Qingxue spoke first.

"Your Majesty, it is truly a coincidence."

"Oh, I thought you two were from the same family, but it turns out you have no connection at all. However, this connection is deep, as you two only differ by one character."

Shangguan Wanjun pointed her index finger at her head and asked, "Who are the four people I just read out?"

Four people stepped out and bowed respectfully.

"Your Highness, Zhao Renwei."

"Your Majesty Song Yun-seok."

"Your Majesty, Zuo Zongze."

Hearing this name reminded Shangguan Wanjun of Zuo Zongtang, a famous figure in the late Qing Dynasty.

"Your Highness Fang Wenhua."

"You all have good names. It seems your ancestors were at least from a scholarly family. Please also report your positions."

"I am the Minister of the Ministry of Rites."

"I am the Minister of the Dali Temple."

"I am the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice."

"I am the Censor of the Censorate."

When Shangguan Wanjun heard the word "Imperial Censor", her eyes lit up.

"The Censor? The Supervisory Department?"

Censor Fang Wenhua did not understand what the emperor meant, so he could only bow respectfully.

"Back to the emperor, exactly."

"Then my dear ministers of the Censorate, you must serve as my eyes from now on. Don't worry, promotion and wealth are just around the corner. I just need your help."

Hearing the emperor's heroic words, Concubine Wu's mouth twitched. Why did she feel that the emperor was like a chivalrous hero?

When the censors heard this, their eyes lit up and the other ministers trembled.

After the court session, Zuo Zongze, the right vice minister of the Ministry of Justice, was invited to have lunch with the emperor.

After listening to Master Yun’s lecture, Shangguan Wanjun closed her eyes and took a short rest.

Two quarters of an hour later, lunch was ready and the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice arrived just in time.

He didn't want to rush in because it was an emergency at home.

Lianhua looked at the sleeping emperor and couldn't bear to wake him up.

Mu Xiang stepped forward and said softly, "Your Majesty, it's time for lunch."

Shangguan Wanjun slowly opened her eyes.

"So soon, has the Minister of Justice arrived?"

Liu Cheng walked in: "Your Majesty, Lord Zuo has arrived."

Shangguan Wanjun yawned and stood up: "Let him go directly to the dining room."