At this time, in a small forest beside the road, the atmosphere between two Confucian scholars became a little strange.
Facing the questions from Gu Yiwu and other souls, Zhao Rong didn't understand, but he was greatly shocked.
He thought for a moment, then carefully looked around, raised his hand to cover his mouth and said, "Why don't you take me with you... Well, when did it happen?"
The young Confucian scholar scolded in a low voice.
"Ah, why should I take you with me..."
Gu Yiwu was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he had made a mistake in his haste. He quickly waved his hand and explained:
"No, I mean the last time we were in Xingzi Town, you asked me and my classmates to drink flower wine in Zuixian Tower. In the eyes of the mountain leader, Old Master Zhu, this is not considered as a way to have fun while going down the mountain for official duties. No.
Wrong business."
Speaking of this, the burly Confucian scholar was extremely melancholy. He couldn't help clenching his fists and hitting his palms: "If the mountain master knows...or already knows, will he take out a small book and read it in my outstanding senior student Gu Yiwu of the Justice Hall?"
"Put a cross after your name... Oh, Tzuyu made a mistake."
"…………"
Why do you remember that when I asked you to drink flower wine and seduce powerful people from all over the country, you were very happy when you left, and you didn't even say a word about your usual humility...
The corners of Zhao Rong's eyes twitched and he asked again: "...Outstanding senior Gu Yiwu? Is your name on that page so long?"
Gu Yiwu waved his hand and said angrily: "Hey, don't worry about whether I am long or short. This is not the point. It is just an analogy. Don't go off topic."
"understood."
Zhao Rong nodded and said seriously:
"Now that the matter has come to this, you should not care what the Mountain Chief Council thinks. Let's just do what we are doing right now. If the Mountain Chief really pays attention to this matter, then tomorrow's ceremony of conferring Zen will be the top priority. If it is done by us
It’s a big occasion, so of course it doesn’t matter what you went to Zuixian Tower before, maybe you can get some extra points for being charming and suave.”
As he said that, he laughed and said, "Well, this is where Senior Yu has an advantage. You have to take advantage of it."
Gu Yiwu ignored him, took a breath and nodded, and said with a thoughtful look on his face: "What if we don't manage it well?"
Zhao Rong smiled, pushed him away gently, and prepared to leave.
"If you don't do it well, then no matter how good you are before, it will be in vain. Although I have never met the mountain leader, such big people have always been practical people, otherwise they would not be sent by the Confucian Temple to come to us, an independent person from all over the world.
Youcheng.”
The tone is leisurely.
Gu Yiwu looked at his back, thought for a while, and couldn't help but sigh, "Hey, Ziyu, it's better for you to stay calm in times of trouble. Wait, don't leave yet, I still have a problem."
Zhao Rong squinted his eyes and looked at the night-shrouded Mount Jiyue Mountain, where there were dots of lights.
He knew that a group of monks were carving cliff inscriptions there.
"Oh, what's the matter?"
"You said... about this, did we take away the opportunity of your willful senior Yu? That Mr. Meng, Meng Zhengjun probably wanted to give her the top spot in Xiashan Fengchan, but we made the mistake by mistake.
Collide……"
"It should be."
Zhao Rong nodded slightly and straightened his sleeves.
Although Meng Zhengjun and Zhu Yourong had some personal disputes, he really took care of Yu Huaijin and created opportunities for her.
Gu Yiwu was puzzled: "Why would she give us this opportunity so easily?"
Zhao Rong shook his head:
"Why else? Look at why she only chose our top twenty students to come to Dali after she changed her mind and eliminated Yu Huaijin. Isn't it just that we are the 'salted fish' who likes to cause trouble and will slack off?
Can laziness ruin all opportunities?"
"And this Mr. Meng came so late intentionally or unintentionally, and walked to Dali on time, didn't he just give us space to have fun? Well, of course, he may not want to stay with us for too long."
Speaking of this, his tone became a little embarrassed, "So it can be seen that she was really pissed off by me on the stage that day and couldn't let go. She even wasted the opportunity she prepared for Yu Huaijin."
Gu Yiwu said speechlessly:
"You know, her face was almost purple with anger at that time. You violated her husband's authority in person, and she refused to let you go down the mountain and promised you to "seek death." Doesn't that mean she is afraid of you? How did you get down?
Got on stage."
He said earnestly:
"Hey Ziyu, let me tell you, no matter how fair and selfless Meng Zhengjun is as a scholar, she is still a woman, well, she is still an old woman, and she is not married at this age... Well, it is the time when her temper is at its worst,
Even Meng Jijiu is afraid of her, why are you provoking her?"
Zhao Rong shook his head:
"I think her etiquette is wrong, just like Yu Huaijin's, but she is even worse than Yu Huaijin. Our Confucian etiquette is a norm, a guide for goodwill, not a cage, not a form... It has nothing to do with likes and dislikes, our concepts
We are different, how can we avoid conflict?"
He nodded again and said to himself: "Moreover, I now find that this Meng Xuezheng often does things with personal likes and dislikes within some rigid rules. This is not only difficult to deal with, but also difficult to deal with.
...her shortcomings."
Gu Yiwu couldn't help but look at Zhao Rong one more time.
Zhao Rong turned around and said:
"She is not suitable to be Yu Huaijin's husband. On the contrary, Zhu You...Mr. Zhu is very good as Yu Huaijin's husband. Like Mr. Zhu, she writes the word 'zheng', observing etiquette but not being formal. There is a sense of order."
The meaning of the gift of breaking through the shackles..."
He didn't know what he thought of, and with a smile on his face, he lowered his head and looked at the palm of his hand.
A certain confidant woman with a very different status has written several straight words here.
Gu Yiwu sighed, "I know, but I'm worried about you...then what do you want to do?"
Zhao Rong put his hands behind his back and walked away with a smile:
"Fighting with others is endless fun... Actually, what I am more puzzled about now is why Mr. Meng wants to tell us about the mountain leader tonight..."
The young Confucian scholar left with a thoughtful tone.
The burly Confucian scholar was left scratching his head on the spot, with black lines covering his forehead.
Why do you feel that the confrontation between you, teacher and student, is no longer within the range of normal people's IQs, and there is always a fight...
…
In the central tent, after the guests dispersed, a certain old-fashioned female gentleman did not leave immediately and went to the arranged residence to rest.
She found Dugu Chanyi.
The two of them were alone in a large tent.
Before Dugu Chanyi could ask curious questions behind the curtain, Meng Zhengjun said directly:
"I have observed that tomorrow's Zen ceremony will be nothing special, and there will be no auspicious phenomena. Don't use artificial means to fool the people of Dali."
She was extremely straightforward.
The tone is calm and determined.
Dugu's pretty face turned pale at first, and her body seemed to be crumbling.
The Empress Dowager of Dali bit her lip and lowered her head, saying Nunuo: "Sorry...the Ai family doesn't dare."
Meng Zhengjun's face was calm. After hearing her soft words, his tone could not help but relax slightly, and he nodded:
"There is no best, I will be there... Well, you don't have to be so discouraged. It's normal that the ceremony of enshrining Zen is mediocre and unremarkable. It can be regarded as no merit or fault. You should be prepared to stabilize the public opinion of the government in the future. Don't have other extravagant hopes and thoughts.
Think more.”
Dugu Chan buried her head and sobbed, her face could not be seen, she could only hear a low voice:
"Aijia...I understand."
She was like a delicate and lovely begonia flower, with a tone of strength and sadness that echoed through the deserted tent.
Meng Zhengjun held his hands and moved meticulously. He looked at the Queen Mother of Dali quietly for a while, nodded lightly, and left directly.
It's no comfort.
She acted according to the etiquette and said everything that needed to be said. Judging from the ceremony of enshrining the son-in-law arranged by the son-in-law she saw during the day, he didn't even understand the most important ceremony. It would be strange for the auspiciousness of heaven and earth to appear.
Want her to give high marks?
"Ah……"
The old-fashioned female gentleman shook her head and disappeared.
In the big tent after she left, behind the first curtain, the stunning woman was sobbing with her head buried in her head. Her shoulders shook for a while, and she cried softly...
"Woooo..."
Ten breaths later, Dugu Chanyi suddenly stopped crying and threw away the wet handkerchief stained with tears.
Falling lightly to the ground.
She stood up, looked in the direction of the door where Meng Zhengjun left, and sneered:
"Oh, sure enough, 'Wang' is right. Confucians are all hypocrites. We must be vigilant at critical moments. They are not reliable at all..."
Dugu Chanyi narrowed her eyes and stared ahead for a while. After a while, she didn't know what she thought of, and couldn't help but spat, "Bah, there's that Zhao Ziyu too... What's the use of your men? We still have to rely on our sisters...
…”
There was another moment of silence in the big tent.
The stunning woman stood on the spot.
Shaoqing, the eyebrows that had been washed away from the eyebrows frowned slightly.
She reached out and took out a snow-white fur coat, put it on, turned around and left the tent...