Chapter 487 (1/2)

At night, the sky is slightly bright, and the cold wind is howling, with snow and hail from the huwo mountains in the north, which ravages the first city in summer.

The weather was bad, and there was a ten day holiday for the celebration. Therefore, a large number of people in the capital city were still sleeping. However, the Imperial Palace, which was extremely solemn in the White Emperor's palace, had already begun in the early days.

Thousands of candles were lit in rows around the hall, which made the whole hall bright. Above the emperor's pole hall, black four winged blackbirds and the Phoenix emperor, who were burning with golden flame, were flying in the sky, with a long and hazy light, and their momentum was vast and majestic.

In front of the hall, Zhao Yu sits on the throne and looks down quietly. He is not angry and arrogant.

By means of thunder, it took only 12 days to suppress the Nanman jungle and completely solve the famine people, the young emperor of the southwest cancer of the great Xia Dynasty. Once again, he won a complete victory and continued his invincible posture.

At the same time, in the eyes of all the civil and military officials below, Zhao Yu, who was sitting at the top, was becoming more and more vast and difficult to look directly at.

Before waiting for the officials of the lower six departments to report themselves, Zhao Yu looked around for a week below, his eyes were burning, and he took the lead to say:

”I have been fighting for the southern barbarians for half a month, and there is a serious backlog of internal affairs in the DPRK. I know that you must have a lot of things to report, but before that, I will ask and you will answer.

”First of all, the Ministry of rites!”

Huang Huang Emperor's voice has just fallen, standing on the left side of the front row of officials. You Tingjian, the elegant looking Minister of the Ministry of rites, stepped forward gently and bowed his hand forward. He said in a loud voice:

”I am here!”

”Before my expedition to southwest China, 3000 Confucian scholars went to Shenzhou to set up the Daxia Academy. The Ministry of rites was responsible for the whole process of cooperation. Tell me, what is the current situation?”

After the emperor's voice dropped, you Tingjian was calm for a few moments, and then he opened his mouth and replied:

”Your Majesty, three thousand scholars from the holy capital have moved forward to various states in various directions. Among them, more than 2000 schools have been set up, and the farthest area has arrived in Bingzhou!”

”Bingzhou!”

The young emperor narrowed his eyes and whispered a word. At the same time, he remembered that the old empress dowager and his party had just entered the boundary of Bingzhou. After thinking for a moment, Zhao Yu continued to say:

”write a book to me about the scholars who have settled in the school and the corresponding places. At the same time, we can recruit local teachers or send them by the Ministry of rites The first stage, which I demand to be completed within two months, can be better provided with more resources. ”

”I obey my orders!”

You Tingjian's face was solemn and solemn. After another salute, he just walked back to the queue and stood, and the clear and steady voice of the young emperor sounded in his ear again.

”Ministry of works!”

”I'm here!”

At the side of you Tingjian, an old official with white hair and beard made a full response, and then stepped forward and stood steadily.

The old minister of the Ministry of industry was very old at this time. During the war in Southwest China, various kinds of arrows, such as bursting arrows and armour breaking arrows, were shining brilliantly. It can be said that with equipment crushing, 99% of the rush refugees were killed. Yesterday, a group of old ministers of the Ministry of war had already called on the door to thank them.

Sure enough, the praise of Zhao Yu from above came one after another.