Du You understood and said goodbye in a sensible manner, which did not affect Zhao Run's summoning of the next representative of hundreds of schools of thought.

However, deep down in his heart, he could not help but murmur: Novelist? Is such a low-level academic worthy of being summoned? Or does His Majesty really prefer those absurd stories?

But after much murmuring, Du You, who had been with Zhao Hongrun for nearly four years, had already become accustomed to His Majesty's character: no one can stop what His Majesty wants to do.

When heading to Chui Gong Hall, Du You met Zhou Chu, the representative figure of the novelist, on the way. He stopped for a moment to observe, and saw that Zhou Chu was wearing common people's common clothes, with a restrained look on his face that was almost frightening.

He shook his head slightly.

This is not to blame Du You. After all, in the contemporary world, disciples of many schools of thought looked down upon novelists, and even considered the latter unworthy of being called academics.

"Strange...Does Your Majesty really just prefer novelists' stories?"

Looking back, Du You couldn't help but become curious as he watched Zhou Chu, the representative figure of the novelist, walking towards the Manlu Hall led by a group of guards.

Because based on his understanding of King Zhao Run of Wei, the latter would never do anything useless, which simply corresponded to the saying: If there is no profit, you can't do it early.

It's just that the "profit" is the interest of the entire Wei State, not the interests of each individual.

After knowing this clearly, Du You inevitably became curious about Wei Wang Zhao Run's secret operation to list the novelist as "Bafu".

"Why don't you go and see what happens?"

Thinking of this, Du You stopped going to the Chui Gong Hall and turned around and walked back to the Ganlu Hall, wanting to see what the novelist could do to win the favor of Zhao Run, the king of Wei.

At this time, Zhou Chu, the representative figure of the novelist, had already arrived at Ganlu Hall.

Unlike the disciples of the Confucian, Legalist, Military, and Mohist sects, Zhou Chu never thought that one day he would be lucky enough to enter the palace of the Wei monarch. He felt both surprise and fear in his heart.

When he saw Zhao Run, the king of Wei, Zhou Chu prostrated on the ground and stammered: "Ye, barbarian Zhou Chu, pays homage to the king of Wei."

"Savage?" Zhao Run was amused.

Only then did Zhou Chu realize his speech error. He blushed and quickly corrected: "No, no, no, it's the people in the wild, the people in the wild..."

Zhao Run shook his head with a smile, raised his hand and said, "Get up."

Only then did Zhou Chu dare to stand up and stand with a bow. After holding it in for a long time, he said hesitantly: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I am a novelist... er... I am a novelist... I do not have academic knowledge that is beneficial to the country and the people.

,Well……"

At this moment, Zhou Chu felt terrified and ashamed.

Because the students from various schools who entered this palace before him all had their own academic ideas that were beneficial to the country and education. Even farmers and doctors were helpful to the country. Only he, a novelist, had no

In fact, he couldn't understand the achievements in this area. Why was his novelist selected for the "Bafu" list? Is it really because the King of Wei in front of him favored his novelist's stories and secretly favored them?

At the beginning of Zhou Dynasty, when he was worrying about gains and losses, he saw Zhao Hongrun ordering the eunuch Gao He who was nearby: "Give me a seat, and give me pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

"Give me a seat?"

The eunuch Gao He was stunned when he heard this and couldn't help but look at Zhou Chu who was standing in the hall with surprised eyes and seemed to be trembling.

You must know that none of the students from various schools who came to present the thoughts of their respective schools received the honor of being given a seat. Even Du You, the Minister of Rites, only stood and presented the academics of the political experts. However, this one

A novelist who is not an ordinary writer is lucky enough to have a seat in the Manna Hall. This is simply...unbelievable!

But since His Majesty had an order, Gao He naturally did not dare to disobey it, and immediately ordered the young eunuch to bring the case, mattress, and pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

"sit."

Zhao Hongrun motioned for Zhou Chu to sit down.

Zhou Chu didn't dare to disobey him. While he was sitting upright, he couldn't help but feel a little frightened in his heart.

But at this moment, he saw Zhao Run supporting himself on the desk in front of him with his hands and fingers crossed, looking at Zhou Chu and asking: "Are you from Wei?"

"Yes, yes, the Cao people's ancestral home is Changshe, but in recent years, in order to make a living, they have been living in Jujube..." Zhou Chu stammered.

Zhao Hongrun nodded, and then asked: "Have you heard of Sima An?"

"Sima An?" Zhou Chu was stunned, not understanding why the monarch of Wei State in front of him said Sima An's name when summoning him.

He thought for a while and said: "Hexi Shou, Sima An, General Sima? Common people have heard of it."

"Very good." Zhao Run nodded and said with a smile: "When I led the army to conquer Sanchuan County, Sima An served as my deputy general. Have you ever heard that he used five hundred sheep to instigate Wu Xu?

Tens of thousands of slaves from the tribe, and then destroyed the entire Wusu Royal Court?"

"The grassroots have heard of it."

Zhou Chu nodded and said.

You know, "Sima An's five hundred sheep destroyed Wu Xu", this is an allusion that the Wei Dynasty talks about, and Sima An's reputation has greatly increased.

"Then you can make up an interesting story for me based on General Sima An's five hundred sheep." Zhao Hongrun said with a smile.

"Making up a story?"

Zhou Chu's eyes lit up, this was his specialty.

"As you command!"

He cupped his hands, Zhou Chu picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote quickly on the paper. The speed of writing was like a spring of thoughts. Even Zhao Run was amazed by it and couldn't help but stand up.

Come on, walk behind Zhou Chu and take a look.

As he had guessed, although Zhou Chu was not a good novelist, he was not unlucky. The Sima An in his writing looked like a "hero of the country (defending, not the country of Wei)."

, where is the impression of being a butcher? And the Wuxu people who were massacred by Sima An, in the writings of early Zhou Dynasty, became vicious enemies who were always hostile to Wei.

"Very good! Very good!"

After looking at it for a moment, Zhao Hongrun clapped his hands in admiration.

Among the twelve academic disciplines of "Four Masters and Eight Assistants", perhaps the one he is most satisfied with at the moment is this novelist.

At this time, Du You, the Minister of Rites, stood outside the window of Ganlu Hall and witnessed the whole process, and he suddenly understood.

He had to admire the young monarch's quick thinking and his ability to use the novelist in this way.

"Your Majesty's wisdom is beyond my level!"

Du You said with sincere emotion.

At the same time, when the Wei State became very lively due to the contention of a hundred schools of thought, this news was also sent to Jicheng, the new capital of South Korea, and to the ears of Han Wangran.

After hearing the news, Han Wangran, who was handling government affairs, was shocked and dropped the brush in his hand.
Chapter completed!