Did you go to whorehouse?

At this time, in a small forest beside the road, the atmosphere between the two Confucian scholars became a little strange.

Faced with Gu Yiwu's soul-searching questions, Zhao Rong didn't understand but was deeply shocked.

He thought about it, then looked around cautiously, raised his hand to cover his mouth and said, "Why didn't you take me with you... Um, when did it happen?"

The young scholar rebuked in a low voice.

"Ah, what do you mean by taking you along..."

Gu Yiwu was stunned for a moment, then realized that he had just made a mistake in his haste. He waved his hands and explained:

"No, I mean, last time when we were in Xingzi Town, you asked me and my classmates to drink wine at Zuixianlou. In the eyes of the headmaster, Master Zhu, does this count as having fun while on official business and not interfering with our duties?"

At this point, the burly scholar was extremely depressed and could not help but clench his fist and hammer his palm: "If the headmaster knew... or already knew, would he take out his little notebook and put a cross behind my name 'Gu Yiwu, an outstanding senior student of the Justice Hall'... Oh, Ziyu has misled me."

“…”

Why do I remember that when I asked you to go out to drink wine and seduce several powerful people from Dali, you were very happy when you left, and you didn't even say a word of modesty as usual...

The corner of Zhao Rong's eye twitched, and he tried to ask again: "...Outstanding senior Gu Yiwu? Is your name on there so long?"

Gu Yiwu waved his hand and said unhappily: "Hey, don't worry about whether I am tall or short, this is not the point, it's just an analogy, don't go off topic."

"I understand."

Zhao Rong nodded and said seriously:

"Now that things have come to this, you should not worry about what the headmaster will think. We just need to do the current work well. If the headmaster is really concerned about this matter, then tomorrow's Fengshan ceremony will be the top priority. If we can make a big scene out of it, then the previous trip to Zuixianlou will naturally not matter. Maybe you can even get some extra points for being so charming and suave."

As he said this, he said jokingly, "Well, this is where Senior Yu can't take advantage. You have to grasp it."

Gu Yiwu ignored him, took a breath and nodded, with a thoughtful look on his face, "What if we don't do it well?"

Zhao Rong smiled, gently pushed him away, and prepared to leave.

"If you don't do it well, then no matter how well you performed before, it will be useless. Although I have never met the headmaster, such big shots are always practical people, otherwise they would not be sent by the Confucian Temple to our Duyou City at the end of the world."

The tone is leisurely.

Gu Yiwu looked at his back, thought for a moment, and couldn't help but sigh, "Hey, Ziyu, you are still calm in the face of difficulties. Wait, don't leave yet, I have another question."

Zhao Rong squinted his eyes and looked at the top of Jiyue Mountain shrouded in darkness, where there were twinkling lights.

He knew that there was a group of monks carving cliff inscriptions there.

"Oh, what is it?"

"You say... in this matter, did we snatch the opportunity from Senior Yu from your Ruxing Hall? That Mr. Meng, the exclusive opportunity to go down the mountain to offer sacrifices to the gods, Meng Zhengjun should have wanted to give it to her, but we stumbled upon it by accident..."

"That should be it."

Zhao Rong nodded slightly and straightened his sleeves.

Although Meng Zhengjun and Zhu Yourong had some personal conflicts, he really took care of Yu Huaijin and supported her, creating opportunities for her.

Gu Yiwu was puzzled and asked, "Why would she give us this opportunity so easily?"

Zhao Rong shook his head:

"Why else could it be? Look at why she only chose the top 20 students to come to Dali after she changed her mind, and eliminated Yu Huaijin. Isn't it because she thinks that we are lazy and like to stir up trouble, and will mess up all the opportunities?"

"And Mr. Meng came so late intentionally or unintentionally, and arrived at Dali on time, isn't it to give us some space to have fun? Well, of course, it may also be that he doesn't want to stay with us for too long."

At this point, his tone became a little embarrassed, "So it can be seen that she was really pissed off by me on stage that day. She couldn't put down her pride and even wasted the opportunity she was going to give Yu Huaijin."

Gu Yiwu said speechlessly:

"You know, she was so angry that her face turned purple. You disobeyed her husband's authority in front of her. She wouldn't let you leave the mountain and promised you to "seek death". Wouldn't that mean she was afraid of you? How could you leave the mountain?"

He said earnestly:

"Hey Ziyu, let me tell you, no matter how fair and selfless Meng Zhengjun is as a schoolmaster, she is still a woman, well, an old woman, and she is still unmarried at this age... well, she is in the worst temper, 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, and she is even worse than Yu Huaijin. Our Confucian etiquette is a norm, a guide to kindness, not a cage, not a form... It has nothing to do with likes and dislikes. We have different concepts, so how can we not clash?"

He nodded again and said to himself, "Moreover, I have discovered that Meng Xuezheng often does things based on her personal likes and dislikes within some rigid rules. This is both difficult for her to deal with and also... her shortcoming."

Gu Yiwu couldn't help but look at Zhao Rong again.

Zhao Rong then said:

"She is not suitable to be Yu Huaijin's husband. On the contrary, Zhu You... Mr. Zhu is a good husband to Yu Huaijin, just like the word '正' written by Mr. Zhu, which is polite but not bound by etiquette, and has the meaning of breaking through the restraining etiquette..."

He didn't know what he was thinking about, with a smile on his face, he looked down at his palm.

A certain lady who was my confidant and of a very different social status had written correct characters here several times.

Gu Yiwu sighed, "I know, but I'm worried about you... so what do you think we should do?"

Zhao Rong put his hands behind his back and walked away, laughing:

"Fighting with others is a lot of fun... Actually, what I'm confused about now is why Mr. Meng wants to tell us about the headmaster tonight..."

The young scholar left with a thoughtful tone.

The burly scholar was left standing there confused and with a frown on his face.

Why do I feel that the confrontation between you two, teacher and student, is beyond the range of normal people's IQ, and it's all about fighting...

…

In the central tent, after the guests left, a certain old-fashioned lady did not leave immediately but 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 curiously behind the curtain, Meng Zhengjun spoke directly:

"I have observed that tomorrow's Fengshan will be ordinary and there will be no auspicious signs. Don't use artificial means to fool the people of Dali."

She said it bluntly.

The tone was calm and firm.

Dugu's pretty face turned pale and her body seemed to be shaking.

The Queen Mother of Dali bit her lip and lowered her head, saying softly, "Ai... I dare not."

Meng Zhengjun's face was calm. After hearing her soft words, his tone relaxed slightly and he nodded.

"No, it's best. I will be there... Well, you don't have to be so discouraged. It's normal for the Fengshan ceremony to be mediocre. It can be considered as neither merit nor fault. You should be prepared to stabilize the court and public opinion in the future. Don't think too much about other extravagant hopes and thoughts."

Dugu Chan buried her head and sobbed. Her face could not be seen, but she could only hear her whisper:

"I understand...

She was like a delicate and lovely crabapple flower, and her tone was firm and sad, echoing in the deserted tent.

Meng Zhengjun held his hands up, his movements meticulous, and looked quietly at the Queen Mother Dali for a while, nodded slightly, and left.

No comfort whatsoever.

She acted according to etiquette and said everything that needed to be said. Judging from the Fengshan ceremony arranged by the son-in-law that she had seen during the day, he didn't even understand the most crucial ceremony. It would be strange if there would be any auspicious signs from heaven and earth. And he still wanted her to give him a high score?

"Oh……"

The prim and proper lady shook her head and disappeared.

After she left, the stunning woman who was sobbing behind the first curtain in the big tent trembled for a while, and cried softly...

“Woo woo…”

After a dozen breaths, Dugu Chanyi suddenly stopped crying and threw away the wet handkerchief in her hand.

Falling lightly to the ground.

She stood up, looked at the door where Meng Zhengjun left, and sneered:

"Oh, as expected, what 'Wang' said 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 moment, she didn't know what she thought of, and couldn't help but spit, "Bah, and that Zhao Ziyu too... What's the use of you men? I still have to rely on my sisters..."

Inside the big tent, there was silence for a moment.

The stunning woman stood there.

After a while, the girl's brows, which had been washed off from her makeup, wrinkled slightly.

She reached out and took out a snow-white fur coat, put it on, and turned to leave the tent...

The beautiful figure disappeared into the night.

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