Chapter 459 Royal Academy of Arts (Part 2)

The three great worshipers grew up serving the emperor since childhood, how could they not hear the emperor's mood changes just now? At this moment, General Manager Li's answer was actually the emperor's own wishes.

"Yes!" the emperor sighed: "If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price! Even if I am wrong, it will be the same. Originally, the Royal Academy of Arts could have held it in its own hands, but those pig-like things couldn't even do such a small thing as pulling Linglong Pavilion."

This involves the officials in the court, and of course the three major worshippers will not interfere. However, they are obviously very despised by those people. If they can't do small things well, what's the use for them?

The emperor suddenly discovered that what Wang Sheng did seemed to be a copy of what he was about to do. For example, Wang Sheng collected a bunch of beauties, did business and made a lot of money. These things did not threaten the emperor to the royal power at all. The more money he had, but Wang Sheng did not show ambitions beyond enjoyment and practice, so the emperor had almost no doubt about Wang Sheng.

If the great princes have the same understanding of the emperor and the royal family, and think that the emperor is making money and playing various arts, then who would think that the royal family is a threat? But the influence has unknowingly penetrated into all aspects of life.

Some things that are said by red mouths and white teeth are far less touching than doing them to make them see the effect. Now that the emperor has thought about the taste, he finally saw the actual effect from Wang Sheng.

Speaking of strength, Wang Sheng was just a poor barbarian at the beginning, where did he get his strength? Speaking of power? Wang Sheng was a commander at the time, but later he saved Meier and the others. There were no more than thirty or fifty of them. Then in just a few years, he developed into such a giant in the capital. This was what the emperor watched.

But the emperor never felt that Wang Sheng was threatening, but Wang Sheng's power surged like this under his nose. Now Wang Sheng, how many people dare to provoke him at will? Isn't this the way for the rise of the royal family in the future?

"The second prince, the two ancestors of the clan mansion, and the Wang uncle who was involved will be killed at noon tomorrow. The head will be sent to the Changsheng Gong Mansion." The emperor finally made a decision himself: "The family property of these people is confiscated, their families are engraved into slavery, and their things are left behind. All the gold coins and people are sent to the Changsheng Gong Mansion as an investment in the Royal Academy of Arts."

The three great envoys hurriedly paid tribute and obeyed the order without a single nonsense. They immediately started to be busy, and their neat spirit made the emperor sigh that if the officials in the court had half of the three great envoys, some things would have been done long ago.

Wang Sheng didn't expect that the emperor was so efficient. When he saw the emperor the day before, just after noon the next day, Manager Zhou personally brought a big box to the door.

At this moment, Wang Sheng had just had a meal with Master Yu and was about to go to the small theater to listen to Master Yu and his team's achievements in the past few days. Before he could see Manager Zhou, Wang Sheng smelled a strong smell of blood from afar. When he saw Manager Zhou, he frowned.

"Donald Changsheng, this is the head that Your Majesty owe you before you set off." Manager Zhou gave a salute to Wang Sheng first, and then without saying a word, someone opened the box. There were more than a dozen fresh human heads inside. Judging from the broken flesh and blood, it was obvious that it had just been chopped off.

"The second prince, two ancestors of the clan mansion, four uncles, and several ministers' heads. There are 17 pieces in total, a lot of them. I'll send them to the mansion to you!" Zhou Guanshi didn't care about Master Yu, right next to Wang Sheng, explained the origin of the head in the box, and then added: "The property of these people's houses will be counted and sent to the mansion to the mansion. Your Majesty said that this is the fund for the construction of the Royal Academy of Art."

But when Wang Sheng heard this, he was not doing anything. Master Yu next to him had already glared at him. Fortunately, Master Yu was very sensible and had not spoken. He quietly watched Manager Zhou explain and then turned around and left. When he left, Manager Zhou did not forget to greet Master Yu.

"Master, what's going on with this Royal Academy of Art?" Master Yu and Manager Zhou left, and immediately asked anxiously.

"It is the Royal Family that plans to build an academy and invite great masters like you to teach in it, and to recruit qualified students in various arts, such as musical instruments, conductors, dances, paintings, architecture, etc., to pass on what you have been proud of throughout your life." Wang Sheng briefly explained to Master Yu: "The teachers who teach will have a baron of honor, and after the students complete their studies, they will obtain a graduation certificate. In the future, this Royal Academy of Art will be the highest institution of art."

Listening to this, Master Yu's eyes turned red. He didn't care about titles or other things, but he could recruit qualified students all over the world and pass on his own knowledge. This is more important than anything else.

"Don't be excited, Master!" Wang Sheng saw the Master's mood stirring and hurriedly reminded: "At present, this college is just a name. It requires a yard in the capital in a short period of time and can only be listed after simple cleaning. In addition, for the time being, the only music teacher I can find is Master, Master Liu, and other ones, I also need your help!"

"I have no choice!" Master Yu calmed down from his excitement and nodded without saying a word. He and Wang Sheng looked at each other and saw that they were the most correct thing they had done in the past few decades, no doubt about it.

"These heads?" After saying that at the Royal Academy of Art, Master Yu remembered the origin of these heads. Oh my God! A prince, two ancestors of the royal family clan mansion, four emperor uncles, and ten important officials of the imperial court. When did the emperor owe Wang Sheng's head?

"Some trivial matters are not worth mentioning." Wang Sheng waved his hand directly, ignored this, and asked someone to move the box away and find a place to deal with it. Manager Zhou is really good. Fortunately, this guy came here after the meal. Otherwise, would Master Yu have the appetite to eat and say something: "Can they use spiritual energy in the performance?"

"I have figured out a little bit, but I don't know if it's going to succeed, so I want to ask you to come and have a look." When Master Yu talked about music, other things immediately threw them behind: "I have practiced for half a month, and success or failure depends on this time!"

Wang Sheng didn't talk much nonsense, and immediately called several high-level roads from the Qing generation and headed straight to the Duke's Mansion's small theater together. Mei'er and Qiangwei were so busy these two days that they were not in the mansion at all, so they didn't call them, just these few people were enough.
Chapter completed!