"Tzuyu, has the old woman been influenced by us? She will not dwell on the past?"

At noon, on the top of Jiyue Mountain, after Meng Zhengjun left, Gu Yiwu and his classmates were surprised for a moment, then, as if they had thought of something, they turned to the young Confucian scholar who was frowning and silent next to them and asked curiously.

Zhao Rong shook his head slightly, "Maybe."

Gu Yiwu scratched the back of his head and said with a smile:

"Tzuyu, it must be our excellence that touched her and made her realize how wrong it was to deliberately make things difficult for us in the past. She let go of her prejudices and stereotypes. The old woman... No, it was Mr. Meng. She must be feeling guilty now. Look how hurried she left."

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched.

You put aside your reading comprehension... He complained in his mind.

However, speaking of "doing reading comprehension", his previous guess seemed to be doing reading comprehension...

The young scholar thought for a moment and his frown relaxed.

At this time, Gu Yiwu patted his shoulder happily and nodded, "Zi Yu, it seems that our Justice Hall's Cuju field can be saved. Let's talk to Mr. Meng when we get back..."

Zhao Rong glanced at him, did not respond, and continued to talk about the matters concerning tomorrow's Fengshan ceremony.

Not long after, Xuecan returned to the top of Jiyue Mountain with a group of monks who had carved cliff words.

The latter began to cast various spells, and carved inscriptions of the Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony on the cliff facing east that Zhao Rong had pointed to...

Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and other students watched for a while, then stayed on the top of the mountain for a while. After making sure that everything was fine, they left a few students behind.

Zhao Rong left with the others.

All the way down the mountain.

On the way, the young scholar stopped and looked around with squinted eyes.

The foot of the Jiyue Mountain and the three nearby plains were crowded with people like a tide of ants.

Looking further away, the roads leading to Jiyue Mountain are filled with endless streams of people.

These are the people of Dali who come from all directions.

Go to the event.

At some point, he turned around and looked up. The platinum tripod of destiny on the top of Jiyue Mountain seemed to have a more solid outline...

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In the evening, on the largest wasteland where the Dali court was stationed.

A grand dinner was being held in the largest tent in the center.

This was hosted by Empress Dowager Dali and the young emperor.

Even if it was to create the atmosphere for tomorrow's Fengshan event, it was also to welcome a female teacher from Linlu Academy.

Zhao Rong and other Mochi students were also invited.

At the banquet, Zhao Rong sat quietly on the right side, slightly above the crowd, drinking and thinking about things.

He occasionally glanced up and saw Dugu Chanyi chatting warmly with Meng Zhengjun.

Although the latter was still sitting behind the curtain, his voice could not conceal the intimacy, and he kept instructing the little emperor to toast Mr. Meng.

Although the latter was a great Confucian monk and a distinguished guest that the entire Li Court was trying to curry favor with, he still remained rigidly polite and behaved meticulously.

Every time the little emperor picked up the wine glass, she would stand up and respectfully offer the wine in return.

Dugu Chanyi couldn't help but pretend to blame:

"Mr. Meng, there is no need to be so polite. When the late emperor was alive, you were a scholar in the academy whom the late emperor admired... and now you have been helping us, an orphan and a widow, and caring for us. You are the greatest benefactor of our royal family."

Meng Zhengjun frowned slightly, barely perceptible.

She waved her hand and shook her head:

"You are too polite, Queen Mother. This time, I am here on behalf of Linlu Academy to help Dali with the Fengshan ceremony. This is a matter ordered by the headmaster and entrusted to Meng, the head of the academy... When the late emperor of Dali was alive, he advocated Confucianism and Taoism, and visited Linlu three times to meet the headmaster and the masters..."

"Everyone in Linlu praised the late emperor of Dali. The head of the mountain, Master Zhu, even said that the late emperor of Dali had the demeanor of an ancient wise king and was in line with the Confucian ritual of Fengshan. It was decided a long time ago. Although the late emperor has passed away, it is still the responsibility of us Confucian scholars in Linlu to hold this Fengshan ceremony for the royal family of Dali."

She tilted her head slightly and glanced at the pretty woman behind the curtain at the top. "So I hope Your Majesty does not need to be so polite. This is my job, and I don't deserve the thanks."

When he started to make the move, Zhao Rong couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

It turns out that this Fengshan ceremony was ordered by the headmaster in order to repay the kindness of the late emperor of Dali and the royal family of Dali?

The young Confucian scholar couldn't help but secretly wonder in his heart.

So, this matter has always been followed by the mysterious and elusive Zhu Shanzhang? It turns out that this student of Mochi has also entered the Shanzhang teacher's field of vision... This Meng Xuezheng didn't tell them before, did he forget or...

Well, it was probably intentional. Fortunately, he did not act like Brother Yiwu and the others from the beginning, being pessimistic and doing things in a perfunctory manner. Instead, he tried his best to do it seriously. Otherwise, it would not be just failing the etiquette and art examination, but also losing points in her, Meng Zhengjun's impression of him.

Instead, we need to leave some comments in the headmaster's mind.

The wine glass in Zhao Rong's hand paused in the air.

I resisted the urge to look at the old-fashioned woman in the grey scholar's robe at the top.

His expression was calm. He gently put down the glass and stared at the calm drink.

Thinking about it this way, the name on the note in Meng Zhengjun's hand at the Mo Chi Academy should have belonged to someone else. This chore that most people consider to be a hard job actually hides a great opportunity behind the trouble.

So, she originally wanted to give this place to a student she valued, that is... Yu Huaijin?

The Dali Fengshan ceremony will be watched by the headmaster, so does that involve the dispute over the seeds of scholarship in the academy?

Did Meng Zhengjun originally intend for Yu Huaijin to come here to help her?

Zhao Rong touched his chin. He heard from Brother Yiwu that the headmaster had a small notebook. The names of every scholar in the academy who came into his sight and whose names were well known would appear in the notebook. When the headmaster had nothing to do, he liked to take out the notebook and make some ticks and circles...

The scholars in the academy represent the largest amount of resources allocated to the academy, and their status in the academy is just like that of the top geniuses in the four prefectures of Taiqing, including Qingjun.

Moreover, the places for the seed students are not only being fought for by the students of Mo Chi, but also by the scholars who graduated from Mo Chi. Moreover, the main battlefield of the competition is among the scholars themselves.

But I heard that the students of Mo Chi seem to have a small benefit, that is, at the annual apprenticeship ceremony, a student will be promoted to a scholar and directly promoted to a seed of study.

Of course, nine out of ten is the best one in the headmaster's notebook...

At this time, Zhao Rong suddenly thought of a good friend who seemed to have been vying for a place in the seed reading list.

He turned his eyes and saw that the burly scholar sitting next to him widened his eyes after hearing the word "shanzhang". He was now staring at Meng Zhengjun at the top seat, as if he suspected that he had heard it wrong...

As if he noticed Zhao Rong's gaze, Gu Yiwu swallowed quietly, then turned around and looked at Zhao Rong.

The two exchanged glances.

Gu Yiwu couldn't hold back any longer and picked up the wine glass in his hand and put it down again.

Damn it, if he had known that this was the order of the headmaster, he would not have been so careless and would have worked harder than Zhao Rong, at least his attitude should have been correct... Wait, a while ago, when they were in Xingzi Town, did Ziyu send them to a brothel to drink for several days...

Wuuuu Tzuyu misled me!

Zhao Rong: “…”

Facing the resentful look from Brother Yiwu, a young Confucian scholar coughed twice, raised his hand, and pressed it lightly, asking him to calm down.

As the two interacted with each other in tacit understanding, the toasts at the banquet continued.

At this time, Meng Zhengjun, who was sitting at the top right, suddenly put down his wine glass and glanced at Dugu Chanyi sitting on the main seat and Li Mingyi who was silent opposite him.

She said casually, "By the way, Your Majesty, Queen Mother, and Your Highness the Wise King, during the period of the Fengshan Ceremony, have any... immortals from the mountains outside of Dali appeared?"

Dugu Chanyi and Li Mingyi looked a little stunned and shook their heads.

Meng Zhengjun looked around the table, her eyes as sharp as a torch, just like when she stood on the cliff at the top of Jiyue Mountain with her hands behind her back and looked around.

No one dared to look her in the eye for long.

"Oh? For example...Xinran Sect, Weiweishan and the others didn't send some people to Dali to contact you? Well, think about it again."

Dugu Chanyi, Li Mingyi and others straightened their backs, looked at Meng Zhengjun, and shook their heads.

Meng Zhengjun looked ahead and was silent for a moment. She nodded and said in a light tone:

"Good. It seems that what the deputy headmaster said to those immortals is still useful..."

"Well, you two, now that you are acting as regents of Dali on behalf of the young emperor, you must work together and not be disunited. In this way, even without the icing on the cake of this Fengshan ceremony, the imperial power of your Dali Li family will still be as solid as a mountain."

After a pause, the old-fashioned female teacher of the academy continued to teach in a serious manner:

"For now, don't worry about the outcome of this Fengshan Ceremony. As long as there are no mistakes, the most important thing is to do your own things well. Carefully train the little emperor. When he comes of age, he will be able to stabilize the country and continue the unfinished work of the previous emperor of Dali... Do you understand?"

Dugu Chanyi and Li Mingyi did not look at each other. They raised their hands and bowed to the great Confucian monk, saying, "We will follow your teachings."

"Yeah." Meng Zhengjun looked at their expressions and nodded slightly.

At this time, Dugu Chanyi couldn't help but say: "Sir, I also hope to stabilize the country and make Dali peaceful and unified, but there is still an unstable factor..."

Meng Zhengjun raised his eyelids.

Li Mingyi nodded in agreement, "What the Queen's sister-in-law said is very true...Mr. Meng, the tyrant Zhou in the west was trusted by the Queen when he was alive, and he was given military power and fiefdoms. However, after the Queen passed away before he could complete his business, the prince and the Queen's sister-in-law were sad, but they did not treat this old minister unfairly, and summoned him back to the capital to guard the body, and then wanted to reward him."

"However, he refused to obey orders, refused to hand over military power, and occupied the three western counties, raising soldiers and hoarding food. His wolfish ambitions are obvious. This disturbance of ceding land and treason has caused a great uproar in Lidi, seriously affecting the imperial power of the young Majesty. The emperor's sister-in-law is soft-hearted and can't do anything about him. He only bullies orphans and widows. This crude soldier is really a cancer."

Meng Zhengjun listened to the words, and nodded. "I have heard that. It is indeed rude, but this is Dali's internal affairs, and Linlu Academy has no rules to interfere. However..."

She paused and looked around:

"If he dares to rebel and resist the orthodoxy of Dali, the Confucian scholars of Linlu will also stand on the side of the young emperor. In addition, as mentioned before, if the great immortals outside the country come to interfere in the government of Dali, they must inform our Linlu Academy, and the headmaster will give them a good lecture."

Dugu Chanyi seemed to want to say something but stopped herself. She nodded in agreement along with Li Mingyi.

Zhao Rong sat down, drinking silently and listening.

He had a general idea of ​​the position of his own academy.

At this time, Meng Zhengjun seemed to have caught a glimpse of him drinking leisurely, pointed in the direction of Zhao Rong, and said to Dugu Chanyi:

"I value these juniors in the academy very much, but given their unstable personalities, they need to be properly managed so that they can become great. Well, they must have done something rude in Dali these days, you can tell me what you think."

She asked again, this time directly to Dugu Chanyi, with an inexplicable teasing tone in her voice.

Value? You are just trying to find a way to get a point across.

The corners of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, but he still put down the wine glass.

He looked at Dugu Chanyi without saying a word.

Behind the curtain, the most honorable widow of Dali, the beautiful queen mother who had been tyrannically spanked by him who had not yet realized his true nature, put down her wine glass and remained quiet for a few breaths.

The woman smiled suddenly:

"Of course not. Mr. Zhao is a man of great literary talent and talent. He is very polite in front of me. He is truly a modest gentleman. I am... very satisfied."

Behind the curtain, she could be vaguely seen raising her hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, and her voice coming out was crisp and gentle.

Zhao Rong could even imagine the corners of her lips as she smiled sincerely.

In fact, before Dugu Chanyi answered, he had thought deeply and was ready for her to cry, expose him, and accuse him coldly, but...

"Hiss, it's still the women who are good at acting..."

The young Confucian scholar felt guilty and comforted himself secretly.

"Really? Then Meng is relieved."

Meng Zhengjun nodded and stopped asking questions about it.

After that, there was some greetings and drinking at the table.

After a while, the banquet ended.

Everyone left the table.

Zhao Rong had just left the central tent and was on his way back when he was hurriedly pulled aside by Gu Yiwu, who appeared out of nowhere.

The latter didn't even think twice and asked, "Tzuyu, did we go to a brothel to have sex?"

Zhao Rong: “……???”

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