Yu Huaijin looked around the school and his gaze paused slightly on Zhao Rong.

At this time, everyone in Ruexing Hall had already stood up and passed by Yu Huaijin in front of the gate and went to the Ceremonial Hall.

When Zhao Rong passed by with Jia Tengying and Fan Yushu.

Yu Huaijin suddenly said, "Brother Zhao."

Zhao Rong stopped.

Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying looked at each other, and without stopping, they went outside to wait, leaving Zhao Rong and Yu Huaijin in front of the door.

Zhao Rong stood inside the gate, looked up at the sky which was a little gloomy today, and spoke in a casual tone.

"What do you want, Senior Yu?"

Yu Huaijin turned her back and looked at the empty lobby with a calm tone. Zhao Rong could even guess that her expression was dull and rigid when she spoke.

"Wait a minute. No matter what happens, don't make any noise or stand out."

Zhao Rong smiled, "I'm afraid I can't obey your order. If Mr. Xuezheng comes to bully me, and I don't say a word, it would be very embarrassing."

He paused, then sighed and added:

"And now that Senior Yu has said that, although I, Zhao Ziyu, have no evil intentions towards you, I am also a hot-blooded man. You asked me to be low-key and tolerant, and I can't tolerate it. I have to go against you no matter what and prove myself. Maybe I can even impress Senior Yu... Hey."

Yu Huaijin frowned, "What a mess you are talking about. Brother Zhao, you usually look calm, but why do you always say some strange words from time to time and make inappropriate noises?"

Seeing that Zhao Rong didn't say anything, she continued:

"I'm familiar with Ms. Meng. Although she doesn't like your secular status, she won't deliberately make things difficult for you in the exam as the rumors in the academy say. You just need to stand down and wait and see what happens. Don't listen to those rumors and act impulsively."

Zhao Rong frowned, pointed at his face, and said seriously:

"Yu Huaijin, do you think I'm an impulsive person?"

Yu Huaijin didn't like bickering, so she turned around and continued to warn carefully:

"Do well in this mid-month exam. Don't be as lazy as usual. Well, don't force yourself to study music for now, but I see that you study the other arts very seriously. You must work hard to prepare for the exams, especially calligraphy, which is your strong point. Don't be careless..."

Zhao Rong rolled up his sleeves, stood quietly and listened, while studying Yu Huaijin's expression.

He still had the same stern face.

But he was quite surprised by the serious instructions, word by word, as if from an adult or a gentleman.

In particular, she would occasionally reveal some details about him that Zhao Rong did not expect her to discover.

Good guy, you are worthy of being Yu Huaijin.

He is the kind elder brother and senior student of all the students in Shuexing Hall, the caring little cotton-padded jacket of the teachers in the school, and the model student of the six classes.

At present, it seems that we need to add another title of 'expert in reporting who closely observes students' learning situation and mental state'?

Faced with the unconscious nagging, the 'senior' Yu Huaijin started to lecture with a stern face.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but complain in his heart.

However, his face still looked calm and focused, as if he was listening carefully.

Although he was joking in his heart, Zhao Rong suddenly felt that... this guy would be pretty good if he wasn't so rigid and serious.

Well, except for forcing him to take extra lessons in piano and painting.

It seems that the more you fear something, the more likely it is to happen.

Yu Huaijin suddenly said:

"The first part of the etiquette test in this exam is a little long, so I can take some time to help you learn music."

"Brother Zhao, my requirements are not high. You should set a small goal first and try to pass the music art exam this time."

Zhao Rong: “…”

Facing the "low-demanding" Yu Huaijin and this small goal.

He had a blank expression on his face.

Yu Huaijin called out, "Brother Zhao."

The next second, Zhao Rong turned around and left without saying a word.

Yu Huaijin looked at his back in silence.

…

Not far away, Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying were waiting for Zhao Rong.

Seeing him coming back, Jia Tengying couldn't help but ask, "Brother Ziyu, what did the senior say to you?"

Zhao Rong twitched his lips and said to him seriously:

"Brother Yu said that the cucumbers from our Dongli Cottage are very delicious. They are the specialty of Ruxingtang and a source of pride for us to show off."

"She wants us to keep our feet on the ground, keep working hard, set a small goal, and double the yield of a field."

"Brother Teng Ying, when you return, hoe the fields well and plant longer and bigger cucumbers next year. You will complete Senior Yu's goal and live up to your mission."

Jia Tengying was stunned and silent for a while.

Just when Zhao Rong thought he was going to shake his head in silence, Jia Tengying actually nodded foolishly.

His expression looked a little embarrassed.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Fan Yushu couldn't help it. Looking at Jia Tengying who was embarrassed and blushing, he laughed so hard that his stomach hurt.

"You idiot, there's no hope for you!" Zhao Rong was so angry that he laughed and punched his roommate on the shoulder.

Jia Tengying was stunned for a moment, then he realized that Zhao Rong was joking in a frivolous way, and his face turned red.

Not long.

Jia Tengying changed the subject and said worriedly: "Brother Ziyu, why did you make a bet with Brother Wu? This fight of arrogance is really unnecessary."

Zhao Rong shook his head and did not answer.

Fan Yushu glanced at Zhao Rong and said nothing.

The two have known each other for quite some time and have developed a special tacit understanding between them. They never ask about each other's affairs or choices.

However, Jia Tengying obviously did not think so. He thought it was better to bury his head in his studies and be an invisible person, so he would never dare to cause trouble.

"Oh, what should I do..." Jia Tengying muttered to himself.

Zhao Rong smiled, "Brother Teng Ying."

Jia Tengying was slightly stunned, "Huh?"

Zhao Rong said seriously: "Remember Senior Yu's small goal."

“…”Jia Tengying.

On the way to the auditorium, people gradually gathered.

All the students from the six halls of Mo Chi gathered there.

Zhao Rong and the other two met Gu Yiwu on the road. He was coming with a group of students from Justice Hall.

They gathered together and walked towards the auditorium.

About one stick of incense later.

The ceremonial hall is the tallest, largest and most rigorous building in Mochi Academy. There is a wide open space under the nine steps at the entrance.

There are two bulletin walls on the open space, where school announcements and exam results are posted on weekdays.

Well, Yu Huaijin's name is still clearly at the top.

The only thing missing is a portrait of her with a stern face.

On weekdays, this open space is often used as a gathering place for Mo Chi students to discuss matters.

Just like now.

Meng Zhengjun's figure has not appeared yet.

There was a dull discussion in the open space.

Zhao Rong, Fan Yushu, Jia Tengying, and Gu Yiwu and others who were standing at the right rear, couldn't help but talk about what was about to happen.

Gu Yiwu's expression was somewhat serious.

He glanced at the sun and sighed towards the sky.

The sturdy man's rough profile looks somewhat weathered and desolate, and the picture actually has a desolate feeling of a hero in his twilight years.

The students of the Justice Hall behind him also sighed and felt anxious.

Fan Yushu, Jia Tengying and others couldn't help but look sideways.

Zhao Rong looked ahead calmly without looking at Gu Yiwu and the others.

Isn't it just "the ugly daughter-in-law meets her parents-in-law"? He has seen this kind of scene many times. Do you really think that the nine years of compulsory education are taught in vain? What successor is called in vain?

Fan Yushu thought for a moment, and said to the melancholy burly man who was looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle:

"Brother Gu, although it is a bit hard to go down the mountain for the assessment, it is also a good experience. Why do you have to do this?"

Gu Yiwu didn't expect Fan Yushu to have such a high level of ideological awareness, and looked at him with some admiration.

"Brother Fan, what you said is not wrong. It would be fine if all of my classmates went down the mountain for the assessment, but it is hard not to think too much about it when only a few people were selected to go down the mountain, especially for us students of Justice Hall..."

Gu Yiwu's thick eyebrows relaxed. "Oh, never mind. Brother Fan is right. I was just unlucky to be chosen. I'll just take it as an experience. Brother Fan is really insightful..."

"Oh, by the way, Brother Fan, if I remember correctly, Meng Xuezheng also liked to cause trouble for you before, so he might also look for you this time when selecting people..."

"Brother Gu!" Fan Yushu shuddered, and interrupted righteously, "I don't allow you to say that about Meng Xuezheng. Master Xuezheng was teaching me earnestly, not asking me to cause trouble. Brother Gu, don't talk nonsense. This time when you go down the mountain, ahem, you probably won't call me..."

Gu Yiwu: “…”

My goodness, what kind of people are these?

Gu Yiwu sighed slightly and continued to look up at the sky.

But his eyes suddenly glanced at the quiet Zhao Rong.

He raised his hand and wanted to pat Zhao Rong on the shoulder, but the latter took a light step away.

Gu Yiwu suddenly said, "Ziyu, why don't we move back a bit? This position is too conspicuous."

Zhao Rong's mouth twitched slightly. They were now in the crowd at the right rear.

If we retreat further, we will be in the last row, which will make it easier for Meng Zhengjun who is on a high place to see us.

Gu Yiwu looked worried, "Ziyu, I have a feeling. Meng Xuezheng will probably choose me and my classmates in Justice Hall."

Zhao Rong nodded in agreement and said, "Brother Yiwu, please be more confident and remove the word 'very likely'."

Gu Yiwu felt that he hadn't chatted that day. He had originally planned to huddle together to ease his anxiety, but the more he talked, the more anxious he became.

In? Can you please tell me something about the living world?

Just at this moment.

In front of the crowd, Meng Zhengjun walked out of the auditorium with his hands held high.

She stood upright on the steps, looking down at the crowd of Mo Chi students wearing green robes.

The open space, which was originally noisy, suddenly became quiet.

Meng Zhengjun looked around the audience.

The air was so stuffy that it was a bit suffocating.

Meng Zhengjun nodded slightly, without any nonsense, and said directly:

"Now that everyone is here, let me briefly talk about this etiquette exam."

The serious woman's somewhat hoarse voice could be heard everywhere.

"The etiquette exam is similar to the previous two. Most students will take the exam in the holy temple within the academy. According to the requirements of the exam, they will preside over various sacrificial ceremonies in batches. The estimated time is..."

All Mo Chi students listened silently. They were not surprised by this assessment arrangement which applied to most students.

But everyone was privately waiting curiously for Meng Zhengjun to reveal the assessment of the "minority".

Not long after, Meng Zhengjun finished explaining the precautions in the holy temple of the academy word by word, and then paused.

She looked around the entire open space, nodded, and spoke slowly.

"There is one more thing, I'm sure you have heard of it. Most students take the test in the Holy Temple, but the academy will also select a small number of students to go to the Dali Dynasty at the foot of the mountain for the test."

"The content of Dali's assessment is very simple, I can tell you now."

Facing curious eyes.

Meng Zhengjun uttered four words calmly.

"The ceremony of Fengshan."

As soon as these words were spoken, a long and continuous wave of cheers suddenly broke out in the entire audience.

Everyone was talking about it.

This time, Meng Zhengjun did not stop the Mo Chi students from discussing.

She paused, then added:

"The academy will send some students to Dali to hold a Fengshan ceremony for the Dali royal family. The specific matters will be described to them after the people are selected."

As soon as Meng Zhengjun finished speaking, the scene suddenly fell into heated discussion.

Because no one expected that this Dali assessment would actually be a Fengshan ceremony.

As for what someone calls simplicity, anyone who believes it is a fool.

Gu Yiwu frowned, "Ziyu, this is terrible. Why is it this job? Isn't it a case of whoever goes there will die?"

Zhao Rong frowned and said nothing.

He studied the Book of Rites carefully. Although he had a gap with Meng Zhengjun, Zhao Rong still studied the etiquette class very seriously.

Even the old-fashioned Fan Yushu knows some common sense about etiquette, let alone him.

The simple Fengshan ceremony held for the secular dynasty mentioned by Meng Zhengjun was not difficult because of the complicated procedures, manpower and material resources, or the right time, place and people.

The difficulty lies in the fact that there is no fixed number at all!

There is almost no widely circulated book on rituals that records how the Fengshan ceremony should be performed.

Therefore, whenever there was a wise and capable monarch in the dynasty below the mountain who wanted to hold an enthronement ceremony to praise his merits and achievements, the ceremonies used were mostly those cobbled together by ritual officials from various countries.

In a word, everyone has his own "homegrown methods", but most of them are not presentable and are only used to fool the monarchs who don't know the business.

Of course, there might be some talented people who could summarize a set of effective specific rituals for the Fengshan ceremony.

It’s just that ‘the most important affairs of a state are sacrifices and wars’.

The procedure of this grand ceremony is a matter of national importance and a secret that is not passed on.

It is the greatest gift from all countries!

How could it spread outside and be learned by others?

And now, the students who were selected to go to Dali are studying etiquette in the academy, and they are definitely better than those half-baked etiquette officials in the mountains.

Of course it is easy to come up with something to fool the Dali royal family.

But there's no point in fooling them.

The person who gave the score for this assessment was Meng Zhengjun.

A great Confucian monk who entered the Taoism through rituals and arts, with unfathomable cultivation, and who was even said to have been to the Zhongzhou Confucian Temple and knew thousands of sacrificial rituals.

Therefore, this is an assessment without a standard answer.

Zhao Rong looked at Meng Zhengjun, who was standing silently with his head down on the steps in the distance.

He said in a serious tone: "I haven't done it yet, how can you say it is definitely a dead end."

Gu Yiwu smiled bitterly, "Ziyu, do you really not understand or are you pretending not to understand? To put it nicely, this Fengshan Ceremony allows you to express yourself freely and practice the Way of Etiquette. To put it bluntly, it is just a dead end."

He and Zhao Rong looked at the serious and old-fashioned woman and shook their heads.

"Of course, this kind of free-to-play assessment should have a wider range of scores, but there is no standard specific process for Fengshan. Mr. Meng's subjective judgment has too much influence on the assessment results. Well, she still has the final say, right?"

Zhao Rong said nothing.

At a certain moment, he suddenly pulled his right hand out of his sleeve, stretched it forward, spread his five fingers slightly, and bent his palm.

Gu Yiwu looked down and asked curiously, "What is Ziyu doing?"

Zhao Rong stretched out his right hand and pinched in the air.

He asked solemnly: "Brother Yiwu, is this Li girl's waist really that thin?"

Gu Yiwu: “???”

Zhao Rong smiled.

On the steps in front of the ceremonial hall, Meng Zhengjun stood still for a while, then suddenly moved...