Is it really right for a seven-foot man to like to eat soft food?
This was the soul question that emerged in the minds of everyone in Suixing Hall after Zhao Rong said those words that directly hit the soul.
They couldn't help but take a few more glances at Zhao Rong, who spoke confidently and confidently.
Many people couldn't help but feel a little shaken in their hearts.
Is there something wrong with him or with me?
Of course, a man can't eat a woman's soft food, and he can't touch even one bite, otherwise he will be stained and ridiculed by others.
The correct posture should be that the man is in front and the woman is in the back. Do not exceed the rules.
This is also a truth that everyone in the school didn't even think about in the past. Well, almost everyone said this, and it seems to be a generally accepted truth.
That should be right.
But now it seems that there is a lively example in front of the students.
He also ate the soft rice with relish and asked them why they didn't eat it.
This makes people think deeply.
By the way... if it were a fairy of the level of Zhao Lingfei from the Taiqing Mansion next door, it would not be a bad idea to take a bite of this soft rice...
Some male students in the lobby felt that their values had been enlightened, and they looked at Zhao Rong a little differently.
It's a bit like looking at a life mentor, a shepherd.
Well, if it weren't for Meng Xuezheng in the school at this moment, he would probably have been prepared to quietly come forward and ask Teacher Zhao for advice.
Zhao Rong is actually not very interested in being a life mentor and inspiring others in life.
Especially for grown men, well, women are another matter.
For example, he used to like to open doors to new worlds for a stupid little fox demon who couldn't find his way around.
Let her be inspired again and again, boldly carry out exciting explorations again and again, and challenge Hu Sheng's 'impossible', 'no', and 'don't' again and again.
Encourage Xiaoxiao and let her have the courage to try... and then she will be even more confused.
However, what Zhao Rong just said was definitely not intended to enlighten his classmates and Meng Xuezheng.
It's just something I really feel.
Zhao Rong has always been a bit strange.
If he did not marry Zhao Rong, Concubine Zhao Ling would marry Zhao Rong.
Then Concubine Zhao Ling knitted clothes for him, brought him porridge, and took care of him. To outsiders, this meant that Zhao Rongfu was greatly improved and his wife was virtuous.
And now he is the one to marry Zhao Lingfei.
If Concubine Zhao Ling continued to knit clothes for him, bring him porridge, and worry about him, she would become what outsiders call Zhao Rong, a soft-boiler, and despised by others.
There is no essential difference between the two.
Qingjun's behavior has always been like this, and the affection between Zhao Rong and her has never changed. They cherish and consider each other.
If this is also called eating soft rice.
Then Zhao Rong wanted to say something sincerely.
Give me more.
He likes such soft rice.
Even though he is seven feet tall, a disciple of a saint, a student of Mochi...
However, as Zhao Rong always remembered, Qingjun's words were half serious and half casual.
We just live our lives as a couple, caring about other people's affairs, caring about this and that, and it's too tiring.
I remember that when Qingjun said this, he looked focused and slightly complaining, blaming him for caring too much about other people's opinions.
Zhao Rong looked straight at her at that time, feeling that he couldn't get enough of Qingjun like this.
Even if he were to trade the position of the Great Emperor of the Human Race with Zhao Rong, he wouldn't want it.
No matter what Zhao Rong thinks.
But it is a pity that his heartfelt words did not impress a serious woman on the court who had etched etiquette, justice, integrity, and ethics into her bones.
At this moment, Zhao Rong saw Meng Zhengjun's smile for the first time.
Well, he probably laughed angrily.
It's not like Lao Jijiu's smile when watching "The Pillars of the Academy".
Imagine a forty-year-old woman who keeps a straight face all day long and wears simple and complicated clothes.
Sitting, standing, walking, every daily detail is meticulous.
Too serious, too serious.
Then, he suddenly smiled at you.
Zhao Rong felt... it was a bit scary, so he might as well not smile.
But before he could complain more, Meng Zhengjun closed the roster in his hand, took a step forward, and smiled.
"Okay, very good, Zhao Ziyu, you have really opened my eyes today. Mochi Academy has been established for thousands of years, and there have been thousands of students in the past, but no one has ever entered the academy as a son-in-law and a humble person. You are the first one in this thousand years."
people."
"I urge you to be a good person, but you are still arrogant and upright, and you are greedy for women. You are also the most shameless person."
Her scolding was like a sharp sword, piercing the tranquility in the school.
It also refers directly to someone.
The aura and pressure of a great Confucian monk came towards me.
However, Zhao Rong is no longer the weak scholar who was unable to tie a chicken on the Qingfeng Pavilion ferry.
The body of half a heterogeneous demon clan who has reached the pinnacle of the Heaven Realm has transformed from a confused ant into a vigorous and tenacious ground-gnawing pine when faced with the strong wind.
Zhao Rong's momentum did not drop at all. He grasped his sleeve tightly with one hand and made a fist in front of his abdomen.
His expression was calm and he took a step forward.
At this time, in the sight of everyone in the hall, the classmate and teaching assistant named Zhao Ziyu stood tall and spoke slowly.
"I don't know whether my son-in-law is despicable or not; I don't dare to accept Xuezheng's false praise as the number one person in a thousand years; as for Xuezheng's statement that he is the number one shameless person, I don't agree with him."
"Mr. Meng, as the academic master of Mochi Academy, is in charge of the conduct of the six halls. He is an example to all the students and must not...talk nonsense."
Meng Zhengjun's face turned cold.
"You dare to say that I am talking nonsense? You are not ashamed to be married to your wife. With a humble body, can you be wronged?"
Zhao Rong nodded.
"The great conduct does not care about the meticulousness, the great courtesy does not refuse the small concession, it doesn't matter if I am the son-in-law, how despicable it is, but when I go upright, sit upright, have a clear conscience, I am not despicable at all, I have learned to behave properly."
Meng Zhengjun waved his sleeves.
"Young man, please don't act rude and say things that are disrespectful and disrespectful. Let me ask you, there are five religions in "Linlu Academy Revealed", and which five religions are they?"
The students who were watching were slightly stunned when they heard this.
This "Linlu Academy Revealed" is the academic regulations of the academy, and everyone is given a copy when they enter the school. It is a thick book.
But who wants to waste time reading on weekdays.
Well, some people will read it over at first, especially memorize the first few sentences and the last few sentences.
After all, who knows if there will be a bad college boss who suddenly conducts a random inspection, and then he can pretend to be popular and gain favor.
It's just that after coming to the academy for so long, Mao hasn't met any of the academy bosses he promised.
The only ones who are like hidden masters are the old priests who like to smile.
It's just that the most common question he asks Mochi students is 'have you eaten?'
And Lao Jijiu is a... Neptune, well, this is Zhao Rong's evaluation.
Whenever an old man meets a student on the street, he pats his shoulder and says he is a pillar of talent.
Therefore, the original "Linlu Academy Revealed", which was brand new and smelled of ink, had been thrown away for a long time. You can look for it at the foot of the table and bed. It must have grown hair.
At this moment, Meng Zhengjun suddenly mentioned the "Five Religions" sentence in the middle. The students of Suixing Hall were speechless for the first time. Who can withstand this...
But some people really stood up to it.
As soon as Meng Zhengjun finished speaking, Zhao Rong whispered without thinking:
"Father and son are related, monarch and ministers are righteous, husband and wife are distinguished, elders and young are in order, friends have faith. The five religions are the purpose of this."
After he finished speaking, he paused slightly and said, "Xue Zheng wants to say, has the student violated the 'difference between husband and wife'?"
The so-called difference between husband and wife, the true love between husband and wife, should also be divided into internal and external differences, with the husband as the dominant one and the wife as the submissive one.
Meng Zhengjun said coldly: "Do you need to say this? You have violated the academy rules and you still have to quibble?"
Zhao Rong thought for a while and shook his head.
"There is no need to quibble about this, or even to argue. Mr. Xuezheng will know it once he has seen it. Qingjun and I are in harmony with each other, and she is also virtuous. She is not the kind of domineering person."
Meng Zhengjun did not give up and listed them one by one.
"You do know the rules of the school, but you don't know who read them. Let me ask you."
"There are rules in the school that punish anger and suffocate desires, and do good deeds. Have you suppressed your greed and lust? Have you done this wrong thing and do you have any intention of correcting it?"
"The academic rules also say that the key to self-cultivation is to be righteous and not to seek personal gain. Have you used etiquette to correct yourself and not be greedy for profit and enjoyment? And..."
She snorted coldly, her voice equally cold.
"A mere son-in-law, concealed by wealth and wealth, still dares to speak plausibly."
Zhao Rong shook his head slightly, but Meng Zhengjun still kept asking him to eat soft rice.
Zhao Rong felt that in the final analysis, in addition to her disdain and prejudice against her adopted son-in-law's identity, she also had the motive of not trusting him, Zhao Ziyu.
I guess he is just a lustful person who is greedy for money.
Zhao Rong knew the source of Meng Zhengjun's remarks and knew how to refute it, but he didn't waste any more time.
The dirty water splashed on it cannot be washed away no matter how passively it is washed.
He suddenly said seriously:
"Meng Xue respects etiquette and observes etiquette. I know very well that etiquette is too small or too small."
Zhao Rong pursed his lips and glanced boldly up and down at Meng Zhengjun, then turned his head and looked at Yu Huaijin with the same seriousness.
Because the two women are similar, they respect etiquette to the extreme.
Not to mention the big gifts, they don't miss even the smallest gifts, and they abide by them scrupulously.
Zhao Rong said sincerely: "Small rituals are important, they are things we encounter in daily life and are influenced by subtle influences. However, compared with them, the great rituals and virtues that educate the world are what we Confucian scholars should pursue throughout our lives."
The whole place was quiet, and everyone's eyes unconsciously fell on that person.
Zhao Rong wears a slim-fitting Confucian shirt, stands as straight as a sword, clenches his fists and raises his hands, his brows are focused and his voice is clear.
"I feel that for big gifts, we Confucian scholars have to fight for even the smallest details, but for daily small gifts..."
He stared at Meng Zhengjun and shook his head.
"Why do you, sir, stick to such small details, and finally draw the ground as a prison, which not only restrains yourself, but also restrains others."
As soon as the voice faded, the place fell silent for a moment.
Although Zhao Rong still looked calm, the next moment he felt the pressure that had suffocated him, and most of it disappeared immediately.
Meng Zhengjun, who was originally so imposing, suddenly became 'quiet'.
The aggressive momentum and pressure seemed to have subsided.
She looked at the young student in front of her with unwavering eyes, who was slightly taller than him but dared to talk back to her even though he was under pressure.
Who dared to disobey her in the academy before?
Meng Zhengjun felt that this son-in-law seemed a bit brave.
but.
"My son-in-law, how dare you talk to me about etiquette?" she said softly.
"I don't dare. I didn't mean to offend you." Zhao Rong stood upright and held his hands in his hands.
Meng Zhengjun waved his sleeves and said, "You are not qualified to ask me questions now. Big gifts and small gifts are not as simple as you think. When you are qualified, you can come to me to argue. Now, you are a student of Mochi, so you can
It’s under my control.”
Zhao Rong was silent.
She suddenly said: "I have one last question. Do your parents know that you have become such a humble son-in-law?"
When Zhao Rong heard this, he narrowed his eyes slightly and seemed to be caught in some memories.
After a while, he nodded lightly and said, "I have a childhood sweetheart with you, and the marriage contract was really arranged by my mother."
Suddenly, there were sounds of surprise and confusion in the school.
Many people looked puzzled. They were pushing their own sons into the fire. Why should this be done?
Some students, such as Li Xueyou, bit their lips slightly and looked at Zhao Rong with some sympathy.
Meng Zhengjun frowned suddenly.
Seeing this, Zhao Rong smiled casually and said, "Da Xing doesn't care about details. For a seven-foot-tall man, getting married is just a trivial matter, so it's nothing to worry about."
Seeing that his tone was very casual, everyone couldn't help but take a few more glances at the man they called their calligrapher, 'Mr. Zhao'.
It was as if in his mind, he really didn't care about his status as a 'brother-in-law', who would most likely be a stain on the Confucian scholar's reputation.
Wu Pei sneered in his conscience, how could he really not care?
There are three kinds of immortality that Confucian scholars dream of.
Establish morality, establish words, and perform meritorious deeds.
It was all for reputation, but in the end, it was better for you, Zhao Ziyu, to become your son-in-law directly.
Wu Peiliang pouted. Do you really not care?
Facing many different looks, Zhao Rong looked at ease and did not explain any more.
Meng Zhengjun looked at Zhao Rong with a straight face for a while, not knowing what he was thinking.
She suddenly raised her hand and took out another book from her sleeve.
Meng Zhengjun took out Yu Huaijin's writing brush, glanced at Zhao Rong, then lowered his head and wrote something on the book.
Zhao Rong glanced at it. Although he couldn't see the content in the book, he was familiar with the strokes. He soon discovered that Meng Xuezheng seemed to have just written the word "Zhao Ziyu" when he started writing, and the rest of it could not be read clearly.
Not long after, Meng Zhengjun put away his pen and book, shook his head slightly, turned around and left Suixingtang.