Is it really okay for a six-foot-tall man to like to live off women?

This was the soul-searching question that emerged in the minds of everyone in Suixing Hall after Zhao Rong said those soul-stirring words.

They couldn't help but look at Zhao Rong a few more times as he spoke with a firm and righteous tone.

Many people couldn't help but feel a little shaken.

Is it him who is wrong, or me?

Of course a real man cannot live off a woman's clothes. He cannot even touch her. Otherwise, it would be a stain and he would be laughed at.

The correct posture should be that the man is in front and the woman should be behind, and they should not cross the line.

This is also the truth that people in the past school have no need to think about. Well, almost everyone says so, and it seems to be a recognized truth.

That should be right.

But now it seems that a lively example has appeared before the students.

He ate the free food with relish and asked them why they didn't eat it.

This makes people think deeply.

Speaking of which... if it was a fairy of the level of Zhao Lingfei from the Taiqing Mansion next door, it would seem, it seems, it wouldn't be a bad idea to eat this soft rice...

Some male students in the hall felt that their values ​​had been enlightened and they looked at Zhao Rong differently.

It’s a bit like looking at a life mentor or a shepherd.

Well, if Meng Xuezhen hadn't been in the school at this moment, he would probably have walked up to Teacher Zhao without making a sound and asked for advice.

In fact, Zhao Rong is not very interested in being a life mentor and inspiring other people's lives.

Especially for big men, well, women are another matter.

For example, he used to like opening the door to a new world for a stupid and lost little fox demon.

Let her gain inspiration again and again, boldly carry out exciting explorations, and challenge the "impossible", "no" and "don't" in her fox life again and again.

Encourage Xiaoxiao and give her the courage to try... and then she will be even more lost.

However, what Zhao Rong just said was definitely not meant to enlighten his classmates and Meng Xuezheng.

I just really felt that way.

Zhao Rong has always been a little strange.

If he did not marry into the family, Concubine Ling of Zhao would have married Zhao Rong.

Then Concubine Ling of Zhao wove clothes for him, brought him porridge, and worried about him. To outsiders, it seemed that Zhao Rong's husband was very powerful and his wife was virtuous.

And now he is marrying Concubine Zhao Lingfei.

If Concubine Ling of Zhao continued to weave clothes for him, bring him porridge, and worry about him, then Zhao Rong would be seen by outsiders as a gigolo, and would be despised by others.

There is no essential difference between the two.

Qingjun has always behaved like this, and Zhao Rong's feelings for her have never changed. They cherish and care for each other.

If this is called living off someone.

Then Zhao Rong really wanted to say something sincerely.

Give me more.

He likes this kind of soft rice.

Even though he was seven feet tall, a disciple of a saint, a student of Mochi...

However, as Zhao Rong always remembered in his heart, Qingjun's words were half serious and half casual.

It's the two of us who are living our lives. Why should we care about other people's affairs? It's too tiring to care about this and that.

I remember that when Qingjun said this, he had a focused and slightly resentful expression, blaming him for caring too much about what others thought.

Zhao Rong looked at her straight at that time, and felt that he could never get enough of looking at Qing Jun like this.

Even if he could exchange the position of the human emperor with Zhao Rong, he would not want it.

No matter what Zhao Rong thinks.

But unfortunately, his heartfelt words did not impress the serious woman on the field who had propriety, integrity, and ethical hierarchy engraved in her bones.

At this moment, it was the first time that Zhao Rong saw Meng Zhengjun smile.

Well, he guessed it was out of anger.

It's not the smile of the old chief priest when he looks at the 'pillars of the academy'.

Just imagine a forty-year-old woman who has a stern face all day long and wears simple and complicated clothes.

Sitting, standing, walking, every daily detail is meticulously taken care of.

Too serious, too formal.

Then, suddenly smiled at you.

Zhao Rong felt that it was... a little creepy, so it was better not to laugh.

But before he could complain more, Meng Zhengjun slammed the list in his hand, took a step forward and smiled.

"Good, very good, Zhao Ziyu, you really opened my eyes today. Mochi Academy has been established for a thousand years. There have been thousands of students throughout the generations, but no one has ever entered the academy with the humble status of a son-in-law. You are the first one in a thousand years."

"I advised you to be a good person, but you still feel confident and justified, and covet women's soft rice. You are also the most shameless person."

Her scolding was like a sharp sword, piercing the silence in the school.

It also refers directly to someone.

The imposing aura of a great Confucian monk came towards him.

However, Zhao Rong is no longer the weak scholar who was on the Qingfeng Pavilion ferry.

The half-alien demon physique at the peak of the Ascension Realm allowed him to transform from a confused ant into a strong and tough ground-biting pine tree when facing the strong wind.

Zhao Rong's momentum did not drop at all. He grasped his sleeve tightly with one hand and clenched his fist in front of his abdomen.

His expression was calm and he took a step forward.

At this moment, in the sight of everyone in the hall, this classmate and teaching assistant named Zhao Ziyu stood straight and walked slowly.

"Whether the son-in-law is lowly or not, I don't know; Xuezheng falsely praises me as the best person in a thousand years, I don't dare to accept it; as for Xuezheng's saying that I am the most shameless person, I don't accept it and dare not agree with it."

"Mr. Meng is the head of the Mochi Academy and is in charge of the discipline of the six halls. He is a role model for all students. Please do not... speak nonsense."

Meng Zhengjun's face turned cold.

"How dare you say I'm talking nonsense? You are not ashamed to marry into my family. I am a humble person. Have you been wronged?"

Zhao Rong nodded.

"Great deeds do not care about details, great gifts do not refuse small concessions, I am a son-in-law, so what? How can I be humble? I walk upright, sit upright, have a clear conscience, not humble at all, I am learning to be upright."

Meng Zhengjun waved his sleeves.

"Don't act like a spoiled brat and say things that are shameless. Let me ask you, there are five religions in the Linlu Academy Revelation. Which five religions are they?"

The students who were watching were slightly stunned when they heard this.

This "Linlu Academy Announcement" is the academic rules of the academy. A copy of it is a thick booklet and is distributed to all students upon admission.

But who would want to waste time reading on weekdays?

Well, at the beginning some people would flip through it, especially memorizing the first and last few sentences.

After all, who knows if there will be a big boss from the academy with a bad taste who will suddenly come to check, then you can pretend to be good and gain favor.

I’ve been in the academy for so long, but I haven’t seen any of the academy’s big shots.

The only ones who seem like hidden masters are the old priests who like to smile.

But the question he asked the students of Mo Chi the most was "Have you eaten?"

And the old chief priest is just... a 'sea king', well, that's Zhao Rong's evaluation.

Whenever the old man meets a student on the street, he will pat him on the shoulder and say that he is a pillar of society.

So, the brand new copy of "Linlu Academy Revelations" with the scent of ink has been thrown away somewhere long ago - you can look for it at the legs of the table or bed - it is probably already covered with mold.

At this moment, Meng Zhengjun suddenly mentioned the five teachings in the school rules. The students of Ruxing Hall were speechless at first. Who could stand this...

But someone really held on.

As soon as Meng Zhengjun finished speaking, Zhao Rong said softly without thinking:

"Father and son have affection, ruler and subject have righteousness, husband and wife have distinction, elders and juniors have order, friends have trust. These are the five teachings."

After he finished speaking, he paused for a moment, "Xue Zheng wanted to ask, have you violated the 'separation between husband and wife'?"

It is said that there is a difference between husband and wife. Although husband and wife have true love, there must also be a distinction between inside and outside, with the husband being the leader and the wife being obedient.

Meng Zhengjun said coldly: "Do I need to explain this? You violated the school rules, and you still want to quibble?"

Zhao Rong thought about it and shook his head.

"There's no need to quibble about this. There's no need to even argue about it. Mr. Xue Zheng will know once you've seen it. Qingjun and I are equals, and we live in harmony. She's also virtuous, and she's not the type to overbearing people."

Meng Zhengjun did not give up and listed them one by one.

"You do know the school rules, but I don't know who has read them. Let me ask you."

"The school rules say: restrain anger and desire, and change for the better. Have you restrained your greed and lust, and have you done this wrong thing? Do you have any intention of correcting it?"

"The school rules also say: The key to self-cultivation is to correct righteousness and not seek profit. Have you used etiquette to correct yourself and not be greedy for profit and enjoyment? And..."

Then she snorted coldly, her expression solemn.

"A mere son-in-law, covered by wealth and beauty, yet he still dares to speak so confidently."

Zhao Rong shook his head slightly. Meng Zhengjun was still harping on the issue of him being a gigolo.

Zhao Rong felt that, in the final analysis, in addition to her contempt and prejudice towards the status of a son-in-law, there was also her motive of not trusting Zhao Ziyu.

I guess people think he is just a greedy and lustful person.

Zhao Rong knew where Meng Zhengjun's remarks came from, and he also knew how to refute them, but he just didn't waste any more words on them.

The dirty water that was thrown on you can never be washed away no matter how hard you try.

He suddenly said seriously:

"Meng Xuezheng respects and observes etiquette, and I know that very well. However, etiquette has different levels of importance."

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, looked up and down at Meng Zhengjun boldly, then turned around and looked at Yu Huaijin with the same seriousness.

Because these two women are similar, they respect etiquette and observe rituals to the extreme.

Not to mention grand gifts, they even do not let go of the smallest gifts and abide by them strictly.

Zhao Rong said sincerely: "Small etiquette is certainly important. It is something we encounter in daily life and has a subtle influence on others. However, compared with it, the great etiquette and great virtue that educate the world is what Confucian scholars like us should pursue throughout our lives."

The whole place was silent, and everyone's eyes unconsciously fell on that person.

Zhao Rong was wearing a slim-fitting Confucian robe. He stood as straight as a sword, with his fists clenched and his hands raised, his eyes focused, and his voice clear.

"I feel that for great gifts, we Confucian scholars should strive for even the slightest detail, but for small daily gifts..."

He stared at Meng Zhengjun and shook his head.

"Sir, why are you so fussy about details? In the end, you confine yourself to a circle, which not only binds yourself, but also others."

As the voice faded, the field fell silent for a moment.

Although Zhao Rong's expression was still calm, he felt that the oppressive force that had suffocated him just now suddenly disappeared by a large margin.

Meng Zhengjun, who was originally so imposing, suddenly became "quiet".

The aggressive momentum and pressure seemed to be restrained.

She looked calmly at the young student in front of her who was slightly taller than her but dared to talk back at her with such confidence.

Who dared to disobey her in the academy before?

Meng Zhengjun felt that this son-in-law seemed to be quite courageous.

but.

"How dare you talk about etiquette and morality with me, you son-in-law?" she said softly.

"I dare not and have no intention of offending you." Zhao Rong stood up and bowed.

Meng Zhengjun waved his sleeves, "You are not qualified to ask me now. It is not as simple as you think to decide whether it is a big gift or a small gift. When you are qualified, come and argue with me. Now, you are a student of Mochi, so you are under my jurisdiction."

Zhao Rong said nothing.

She suddenly said, "I have one last question. Do your parents know that you are going to be a son-in-law?"

Hearing this, Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was lost in some memories.

After a while, he nodded gently and lowered his eyes.

"Qingjun and I have been childhood sweethearts, and our engagement was arranged by my mother."

There were bursts of noise in the school.

There were sounds of surprise and confusion.

Most of the students looked puzzled. This was like pushing their own sons into the fire. Why did they have to do this?

Li Xueyu bit her lip and looked at Zhao Rong with some sympathy.

Yu Huaijin still looked at Zhao Rong calmly, but at a certain moment, she looked away and glanced at her own jade-like hand that was holding a pen.

Jia Tengying was slightly stunned as he looked at his roommate who faced everything calmly and squarely.

Fan Yushu looked at Zhao Rong, couldn't help but smile, and muttered something.

At this moment, Meng Zhengjun frowned suddenly.

Zhao Rong saw this and smiled casually, "Big things don't matter. For a man of seven feet tall, marrying into another's family is just a small matter, not worth mentioning."

He turned his head and looked directly into Meng Zhengjun's eyes.

Everyone in the hall, hearing his sincere and carefree tone, couldn't help but look a few more times at 'Mr. Zhao' who taught them calligraphy.

It seemed that in his heart, he really didn't care much about the identity of a "son-in-law" which would most likely become a stain on the reputation of the Confucian scholar.

Wu Peiliang couldn't help but curl his lips. How could he really not care?

There are three immortalities that Confucian scholars dream of.

Establish virtue, establish words, and establish achievements.

It's all for the sake of reputation and to be remembered forever, but you, Zhao Ziyu, ended up marrying into the family directly.

You really don't care?

Anyway, Wu Peiliang didn't believe it.

And even if you, Zhao Ziyu, don't care about the stain of being a son-in-law, many people care about the reputation of Mo Chi Academy and Linlu Academy.

It goes without saying that Meng Xuezhen is one of them right now.

Faced with many different looks, Zhao Rong remained calm and did not explain.

Meng Zhengjun looked at Zhao Rong with a stern 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 picked up a brush from Yu Huaijin, glanced at Zhao Rong, then lowered his head and wrote something on the book.

Zhao Rong glanced down. Although he couldn't see the contents of the book in her hand, he was familiar with the strokes.

Soon Zhao Rong discovered that the first few words written by Meng Xuezhen, who suddenly arrived today, seemed to be... Zhao Ziyu.

As for the following words, they were written in a sloppy manner by Meng Zhengjun and I was not familiar with her writing habits.

Zhao Rong was a little confused.

Why write his name?

Snitch?

Key observation targets, um, commonly known as blacklist?

Or...the school's shame list?

Zhao Rong blinked, thinking that if it was the latter, he would be ranked first.

Not long after, Meng Zhengjun put down his pen and the book.

She shook her head gently, without looking at anyone, but nodded to Yu Huaijin, turned around and left Ruexingtang.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong didn't care and shrugged slightly.